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

Chapter 386 Apollo of the Demon God Dojo
"A master of scroll painting?"

Upon hearing the name, the people from all sides were visibly taken aback.

The name, the occasion, and the smug look on the Mechanical Dojo's face... could it be...?

Online netizens vaguely guessed what was going on and began to discuss it with surprise.

"A machine called Scroll Master?"

"What does this mean? It's not some kind of scroll-drawing machine, is it?"

"Holy crap! The Mechanical Gym is going to take things to the heavens!"

"Wow, someone actually managed to develop a scroll drawing device?"

"Does that mean we won't need scroll painters anymore?"

"What a joke! The Mechanical Dojo only has so many Scroll Painters, how could it possibly eliminate itself?"

"This instrument is probably just to assist the scroll painter in creating the scroll and reduce the painting pressure on the scroll painter."

"That's outrageous too."

While netizens were discussing it heatedly, the various delegations at the scene were also getting restless, except for Wu Xian and the Holy Spirit Dojo, who remained calm.

"Could it be an instrument for creating scrolls?" The bigwigs from all sides asked in surprise, seeking confirmation.

Among them, Yang Wudi's reaction was the most obvious: "Little girl, quickly give me a brief introduction."

Faced with the enthusiasm from all sides, Tang Tiaotiao smiled playfully and confirmed everyone's guesses, "That's right, the [Scroll Master] is a cutting-edge instrument used to assist scroll artists in creating scrolls."

Simply place the original authorized copy inside and provide the necessary pigments, and you can create a corresponding copy or rubbing.

There was an uproar.

The Spirit Masters are alright; they don't feel it very strongly.

But the group of scroll painters began to breathe rapidly.

After all, only the scroll painters themselves know how outrageous the pressure of daily scroll orders is; they simply can't handle it without hiring a few apprentices.

"Of course, this instrument currently only supports drawing on gold and below, that is, copper and silver scrolls. The drawing efficiency will vary depending on the complexity of the scroll."

"If it's a photocopy of a rubbing, it's much faster than the original illustrator!" Tang Tiaotiao continued explaining.

"That's enough!" Yang Wudi laughed loudly. "Being able to draw copper and silver scrolls is enough; gold scrolls are unnecessary anyway."

“Indeed,” the other bigwigs chimed in, “Your dojo has done a great thing.”

"I just don't know what the price will be?"

"Why worry about the price? Let's order a dozen or twenty units first."

Those present were all high-ranking members of various dojos, and none of them were short of money.

Although the scroll painting master can only produce bronze and silver scrolls at present, it has already met the needs of most scroll painters.

After all, copper scrolls and silver axes have always been the main products sold by scroll painters.

Once the order pressure for copper and silver coins is resolved, it will be equivalent to completely liberating them.

"We can talk about prices and orders after the competition," Tang Tiaotiao said unhurriedly. "The challenge is the main event right now. All the talented young people under the age of thirty here can go up on stage to challenge one of the Twelve Heavenly Riders and have a one-on-one contest between the Golden Scrolls."

Those who successfully complete the challenge will receive a [Scroll Master] device as a reward; each person can only participate once.

"Yes, yes, the competition is the most important thing." Yang Wudi responded cheerfully, then turned to look at the young masters from the Divine Capital Dojo and the families under the dojo, "I don't ask for much. Just get five or six platforms back first, and you'll all benefit from it."

Upon hearing this, the younger generation of Shen Du Dojo couldn't help but be eager to try.

Not only the Shen Du Dojo, but also the young people from other factions, spurred on by their elders, were eager to compete.

As promising young talents from all sides, the young people present still possessed a certain sharpness and confidence.

Especially those from prestigious families like Bai Shiqi and Zhao Qinghe.

The very concept of being a "scroll artist" holds immense appeal for them. Having just begun their careers as scroll artists, they are now facing tremendous pressure to secure orders.

The scroll painting masters were their lifeline in freeing up their time.

"Don't get too excited yet," Tang Tiaotiao teased, reminding her, "My twelve heavenly riders are still quite formidable."

As they spoke, the twelve celestial riders manipulated their feet, and one after another, a floating arena appeared in the air.

"There are twelve arenas in total, and we sincerely invite talented young people from all walks of life to come up and challenge us!"

As soon as Tang Tiaotiao finished speaking, a huge number of young people rushed towards the arena from all over the venue, and the scene became quite chaotic.

Fortunately, the social hierarchy among the young people was very strict, and the scions of the aristocratic families were able to force the young people from all the families to retreat with just a glance.

The once bustling crowd was instantly reduced to a group of aristocratic prodigies.

Even so, twelve arenas were still not enough to share.

At this moment, the scions of prominent families also displayed their magnanimity and showed each other deference.

"Everyone only has one chance, it doesn't matter who goes."

"Indeed, I wonder if any of you gentlemen would be willing to offer a suggestion to spark further discussion?"

"Her Highness, these twelve celestial riders are all seven-star Golden Scrolls, and their users are all carefully selected soul resonance users. Their training level must be quite high. I advise you all to be careful," Bai Shiqi said thoughtfully.

Although he was unsure of the Twelve Sky Riders' combat strength, he was aware of how outrageous Wu Xian's abilities were.

Tang Tiaotiao's ability to get along so well with Wu Xian is clearly not simple.

Furthermore, the fact that the Mechanical Dojo dares to accept challenges from all sides in this way clearly indicates that it has a certain level of confidence.

"Aren't any of you going up?" one of the scions from the Demon God Dojo teased. "Then I'll go first!"

Having said that, he randomly chose a spot on the arena and went up.

"Demon God Dojo, Zhang family, Zhang Yao, please enlighten me!"

The young man from a prominent family named Zhang Yao introduced himself, and with a slight thought, an eight-star golden scroll appeared beside him.

He was a handsome young man with long hair, holding a golden, gleaming divine bow in his hand, with an exquisite harp slung across his back, and a uniquely styled, cool robe draped over his body, with a golden halo spinning behind him.

She was bathed in soft divine light, and every gesture she made exuded a noble air.

The moment Wu Xian saw the golden scroll, his eyes lit up slightly.

This should be the first time I've recognized the original background of the scroll at a glance.

It is Apollo from Greek mythology, the sun god, the god of light, and the god of prophecy.

Judging from the appearance and image of Zhang Yao's golden scroll painting spirit, the level of completion is already very high.

However, the power fluctuations and aura of laws emanating from his body just felt a bit off, not quite right.

"Mechanical Gym, Vulcan Rider wielder, Li Feng, please enlighten me!"

The young man from the Mechanical Dojo on the arena also announced his affiliation, and the Vulcan Sky Rider beside him immediately prepared for battle.

"Vulcan's Sky Riders?" Zhang Yao chuckled, "Does your Mechanical Engineering department also have such distinctions as 'gods'?"

Li Feng smiled indifferently and said nothing more.

"My golden scroll is named [God of Light Archer]. My future goal is to succeed the God of Light or the God of Archers in my Demon God Realm," Zhang Yao confidently introduced. "I wonder if my God of Archers is more powerful, or your dojo's God of Fire Rider is more powerful."

Upon hearing Zhang Yao's introduction...

The people present were clearly intimidated.

Wu Xian, however, had a strange expression on his face, clearly shocked.

I thought it was very well-made, but it turns out it's just a similar appearance; the core power is nowhere to be found.

(End of this chapter)