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

Chapter 380 Exploiting the Realm of the Dead

The insights and energy provided by the users of the scroll painting seem to act as a buff, empowering these spiritual entities within the painting spirits.

So, while the two sides were fighting back and forth, Wu Xian tried to bless Kang Jinlong with a wisp of incense.

Ouch~!

The next second, Kang Jin Xingjun instantly transformed into his true dragon form and charged into the Hundred Ghosts Formation, wreaking havoc.

Bolts of lightning poured down, causing the monsters to wail incessantly.

"So that's how it's played?"

Wu Xian was in high spirits, making various attempts and explorations.

Little did they know that Zhao Jun was already feeling unprecedented pressure.

The moment that ancient starry sky appeared, Zhao Jun sensed something was wrong, but deep down he was reluctant to believe it.

It wasn't until the two divine diagrams officially clashed that Zhao Jun truly understood the terror of Wu Xian's set of divine diagrams.

Despite having an absolute advantage in terms of divine domain blessing and comprehended energy, the opponent dealt with it with ease.

"Impossible, how could this happen?"

After a brief confrontation, Zhao Jun quickly realized something.

"Damn it, what the hell is this divine drawing of the laws governing spirits?"

This level of law system is comparable to even my cousin Zhao Qinghe's Yin Yang Hundred Ghosts Diagram, right?
At this moment, the situation on both sides has clearly reached a point where the Twenty-Eight Mansions have a clear advantage in terms of basic numerical values.

If it weren't for the divine realm's support behind him and his constant use of his comprehension energy, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the opponent's fierce offensive at all.

Even more outrageous is that there seems to be a bond effect of power resonance between the opposing party's painted spirits.

In no time, Zhao Jun's mental energy began to deplete rapidly, putting him at a clear disadvantage. The divine image below also began to flicker unstably.

In contrast, Wu Xian's Twenty-Eight Constellations Divine Chart was as stable as a rock.

……

Beyond the divine diagrams battling the void, the banquet crowd could also see the general situation of the battle between the two divine diagrams.

Wu Xian and Zhao Jun stood on opposite sides, with intense spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the divine diagrams above their heads. Miniature versions of the divine diagrams and their phantom images were engaged in fierce battle.

Both of them had their eyes closed, but Zhao Jun's brows were furrowed and sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead.

It's obvious without even thinking that Zhao Jun is already at a disadvantage.

Everyone present extended their spiritual power to investigate the details of this divine image confrontation, and the more they investigated, the more alarmed they became.

"Wow, even without the divine realm as a backing, he can do it so easily?"

"Is Zhao Jun's set of divine diagrams too poor in quality, or is Wu Xian's set of divine diagrams too high in quality?"

"There shouldn't be such a big difference, right?"

They are all outstanding young talents, and their skill levels in terms of painting conception are actually quite similar.

Moreover, Zhao Jun is much older, so he should be stronger in terms of the conception of the scroll and the rules of its structure.

But at this moment, he was being beaten down by Wu Xian's divine diagram.

"Wu Xian seems to be unfamiliar with the battle against the Divine Diagram and is still making various attempts."

Upon discovering this, the scions of prominent families present were once again taken aback.

"So, who exactly is this kid?"

"Why does it feel like he's the one from a noble family, while we've become just ordinary scroll painters?"

Among the crowd, a member of the Xu family secretly approached Xu Cunxin and asked, "Auntie, could this boy be someone's illegitimate child?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Xu Cunxin rebuked in a deep voice, "Wu Xian is a great benefactor of our Holy Spirit Dojo!"

"Benefactor?" The Xu family member's expression was strange. "Could it be that your insights from this trip back are related to this kid?"

Xu Cunxin remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement with his guess.

Upon learning of this, the Xu family members couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Who would have thought that the massive upheaval that was about to sweep across the entire Holy Spirit Realm would be related to this wild boy in front of us?

Is he even human?
……

"By the way, can other divine images come and lend a hand?"

During the battle of the Divine Diagrams, Wu Xian was relaxed and at ease, exploring the various principles and mechanisms of the Divine Diagram combat.

With a slight thought, the divine image of the [Laurel Branch] appeared beneath his feet. "Really?" Wu Xian's expression was strange. "Then you're out of luck."

And so, the map of the underworld appeared behind Wu Xian amidst a terrifying aura.

The Ten Kings of Hell are located at the top of the divine diagram, followed by the Six Chief Clerks and the Ten Great Underworld Marshals.

The moment the Underworld Divine Map appeared, the divine map's power was instantly and completely suppressed by the opposing Zhao army.

The spirits depicted on the map of the underworld had not even appeared yet, but the horde of ghosts gathered by the Hundred Ghosts Parade had already scattered like stray dogs, chased and beaten by the Twenty-Eight Constellations.

"what?"

Wu Xian seemed to sense something and looked with delight at the projection of the God of the Dead behind Zhao Jun.

At this moment, the Underworld Divine Map seems to be able to extract some mysterious power through the several law veins connecting the [Hundred Ghosts Night Parade] Divine Map and the Realm of the Dead, which includes a portion of the energy of enlightenment and the condensed power of various laws related to the undead.

It's similar to how they "stole" the Holy Spirit Realm from Holy Spirit Island back then.

However, the efficiency of "stealing" at this moment is obviously higher, and the stolen power is purer and more suitable for the Underworld Divine Diagram.

Realizing this, Wu Xian quickly manipulated the Twenty-Eight Constellations to show mercy.

However, even though the Twenty-Eight Constellations had stopped, Zhao Jun's mental strength was clearly failing.

Dude, are you sure you can handle this?

I'm really enjoying this!

"Hang in there, you're the best!" Wu Xian said anxiously.

In a daze, he suddenly remembered something and immediately condensed the divine image imprint of [Jianmu] into the void of the battle image.

As he expected, the illusory image of the towering Jianmu Divine Diagram immediately entered the realm of the dead.

Like a giant straw, take a big gulp.

Unfortunately, Zhao Jun's physique was too weak. The Jianmu phantom had only taken one breath when it drained Zhao Jun's spiritual power to a negative level.

Bang~!

The divine diagram shattered instantly upon confronting the void.

Zhao Jun screamed in agony, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fainted on the spot.

The audience was silent.

Wu Xian, still engrossed in the moment, opened his eyes and looked around at everyone present with great interest. "By the way, is there anyone else who wants to try it out? It seems like a lot of fun."

The scions of prominent families present exchanged glances, their eyes darting away.

Although I didn't see the last scene clearly, the entire divine image projection shattered instantly, as if the signal had been interrupted.

But judging from Zhao Jun's miserable state, it's not hard to see that something terrible must have happened in the end.

The young scroll painter named Wu Xian in front of us seems to be hiding a powerful weapon specifically for fighting against divine scrolls.

The image itself is of extremely high quality, but it also has a hidden trump card.

"Brother Bai?" Wu Xian looked at Bai Shiqi with burning eyes, "Want to play a round?"

Feeling the benefits brought by this battle of divine maps, Wu Xian was incredibly excited.

"Brother Wu, you're joking," Bai Shiqi said with an awkward smile. "We're friends!"

Wu Xian sighed regretfully, turning his gaze to Zhao Qinghe: "Young Master Zhao? Your cousin has been bullied like this, aren't you going to come out and support him?"

Zhao Qinghe's face was grim, but he still tried to appear calm.

Silently, he picked up the unconscious Zhao Jun and, under the pretext of seeking medical treatment, hurriedly fled the scene.

"No, with so many outstanding young talents present, isn't there anyone willing to engage in a grand literary contest with me?"

Wu Xian looked around at the crowd, his gaze sincere, without a trace of mockery.

He genuinely wanted to engage in a literary contest with these scions of prominent families.

Unfortunately, the scions of noble families were all very shrewd and pretended not to hear.

Everyone thought he was a poor scholar and didn't want to associate with him.

"How boring. A scion of a prestigious family, yet he has no youthful vigor whatsoever." Wu Xian sighed regretfully, then turned and left with his master and sister.

After greeting the dazed Ma Tengyun, Xu Cunxin followed him out.

Only a group of scions of prominent families remained at the scene, their expressions complex and their faces shifting between light and dark.

(End of this chapter)