Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 348 Inviting the enemy into the trap?

"So what do we do now, just wait like this?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

"Relax, everything is ready," Cui Wenxuan said confidently. "You young people can do whatever you want later. We old guys have to be more polite because of some pressure from above."

"Reckless and unruly?" Wu Xian's expression was strange. "Can they even win?"

Xue Lingling couldn't help but chime in, "Yes, Old Cui, don't end up selling us out."

"If I really wanted to sell you out, would I need to go through all this trouble?" Cui Wenxuan teased.

Mayor Chen Shilong looked worried, saying, "I don't know if Yaoyang City can withstand this wave."

Upon hearing this, Cui Wenxuan also fell into worry.

The situation in Yaoyang City was clearly a hidden danger, and it was also something he hadn't anticipated.

"There's no need to worry about that. I should be able to keep Yaoyang City stable," Wu Xian said.

"Really?" Chen Shilong's eyes lit up. "Then there will be absolutely no worries."

Wu Xian asked seriously, "What is the strength of those at the top?"

“He’s not some big shot,” Cui Wenxuan said.

Wu Xian looked around, puzzled, and asked, "Where are my second brother and sister-in-law? Where are they?"

"They said that Second Sister-in-law is not available to show up or take action for the time being, and it will not be too late to take action after the fight really starts."

Wu Xian understood and then patiently waited.

A moment later, Cui Wenxuan's expression shifted slightly, and his eyes narrowed: "They've arrived!"

Everyone present turned their gaze to the distance.

From the other side of the eerie abyss dimensional gate, several blurry figures slowly emerged from the gate and flew towards the association.

In the middle, a middle-aged man with an eerie aura sat leaning against a "carriage," which resembled some kind of vehicle, just like the imperial carriage of an ancient emperor, exuding grandeur.

The key point is that what was being pulled in front was not a horse, but dozens of divine dogs exuding a powerful aura.

Wang Zhi's Snow Mastiff God is also among them.

However, the snow mastiff god exuded a strange aura, clearly not like a simple scroll painting spirit, but more like the transformation of Wang Zhi.

A dozen or so magnificent dogs led the way, their imposing presence and awe-inspiring power.

On either side of the dog cart followed several men of extraordinary bearing. One of them was Yang Chi, the current governor of Tianfeng Province. Judging from their attire and demeanor, the others were likely the heads of the military, alliance, and associations in Tianfeng Province.

Soon after, the dog cart slowly hovered above the association square.

The man on the "dragon carriage" slowly stood up, looking down as if he were looking down on a group of ants. He covered his mouth and nose with a hint of disgust, saying, "What a filthy place. It's really bad luck that such a dirty place exists."

"Xiao Yang, what value does a place like this have? It should be scrapped."

“You’re right,” Yang Zhizheng replied respectfully, speaking with righteous indignation, looking every bit like a lackey. “I’ll have someone make arrangements right away.”

Upon hearing this, the man nodded approvingly and glanced down.

The snow mastiff in front of the dog cart seemed to understand, its eyes filled with resentment and hatred, barking at Wu Xian.

"Is this the kid I specifically asked for?" the man asked with interest.

The provincial association president, standing nearby, hurriedly asked Cui Wenxuan, "President Cui?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, this young man is Wu Xian."

Cui Wenxuan responded calmly and secretly gave Wu Xian a wink.

The man nodded knowingly and looked at Wu Xian, saying, "Show me your Divine Dog Scroll."

Xue Lingling was already disgusted by the behavior of those upper-class people. If Xue Zhengheng hadn't stopped her, she probably would have rushed over already. Wu Xian was a little confused about the situation.

If you're going to fight, just start fighting. Why put on this show?
His gaze swept over Cui Wenxuan, Chen Shilong, Yang Zhizheng, and the others, then he raised an eyebrow and stared at the upper-class man, "Who do you think you are?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent.

"What did I just hear?" The man on the upper level was clearly taken aback.

When did the lowest ants dare to speak to the heavens like this?

"How dare you be so rude! This is an envoy sent by Heaven!" Yang Zhizheng said righteously, unleashing his tenth-level spiritual power to press down on Wu Xian.

However, judging from Wu Xian's feelings, Yang Zhizheng's wave of spiritual power seemed to be all bark and no bite.

“Please calm your anger, God,” Yang Zhizheng said, turning to the man in the upper room. “Young people don’t really understand the greatness of the heavens. Why don’t you show him the power of the heavens and broaden his horizons?”

“That’s true,” the man on the upper floor pondered, “but I have important matters to attend to and cannot waste too much time here.”

As he spoke, an invisible and intangible powerful aura surged forth, and the power of heaven and earth seemed to be secretly yielding to this aura, causing the people present to be secretly alarmed.

Apart from a few top experts like Cui Wenxuan, no one else could withstand this power.

Only Wu Xian, due to the protection of his wealth, was able to withstand this oppressive force.

To be honest, it is quite similar to the true god-like power of the Azure Tree King and the Abyss Demon Lord. It's just that I can't figure out the specific principle behind the "divine pressure" of these upper-class people.

"Hmm?" The man on the upper level frowned, as if he had noticed something. "Is this not the Celestial Realm?"

"Your Excellency may not know, but Yaoyang City is an old, independent city with its own autonomy," Yang Zhizheng said truthfully, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“No wonder it’s so smoky and chaotic,” the man on the upper floor scoffed. “It turns out to be one of those dilapidated places that should have been scrapped long ago.”

Although this dilapidated place somewhat limited his "divine power," it didn't really matter.

What truly concerned him was Wu Xian below.

"Interesting. It can actually withstand my divine might?" The upper-level man's eyes gleamed. "The power of this scroll is impressive. I'll take it."

"Fuck your mother!" Wu Xian continued to play his reckless role. "A bunch of good-for-nothings who live a life of luxury in the upper world, do they even deserve to put on airs in front of me?"
And you lackeys of various factions, can't you have any backbone?

Wu Xian's indiscriminate greetings caused Yang Zhizheng and several other bigwigs to look slightly stiff.

"Hehe, you've got quite a fiery temper," the man in the upper room chuckled. "Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to. I'll arrest you first and train you later. I can sense that you'll be an excellent and obedient dog."

After he finished speaking, veins shimmering with crystal-clear light appeared on his arm, just like LED light strips embedded in his arm.

The key point is the aura of law emanating from the "light strip," which seems to be the very law of heaven and earth.

Buzz~!

The man in the upper room slightly raised his hand, and a terrifying aura emanated from his palm.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth rapidly coalesced, condensing into a giant golden hand that, with an unstoppable aura, reached out to grab Wu Xian.

Even with his wealth protecting him, Wu Xian couldn't help but feel a little flustered in the face of that terrifying golden hand.

This was clearly a force he couldn't handle.

boom!
At the critical moment, a blur streaked through the air, its sound like muffled thunder exploding over Yaoyang City.

The golden hand that the man on the upper level had conjured instantly pierced through that afterimage, shattering into countless rays of light.

"Huh?!" The man on the upper level's expression changed instantly. "What insignificant ant dares to interfere in the affairs of Heaven?!"

The next second, another whooshing sound rang out, and a crossbow bolt pierced the sky, striking the upper-level man squarely in the face.

The man on the upper level of the dog cart was thrown backward with a thud, his expression one of shock and uncertainty. A crack in the energy shield faintly appeared on his forehead, and his face contorted into a ferocious grin: "Damn it, this is that crossbow bolt from back then...?!"

(End of this chapter)