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

Chapter 471 Corpse Qi or Death Qi?

Rescue teams from all sides have now arrived one after another.

Everyone is dealing with those countless fleshy monsters, and the live stream content is highly homogenized with little focus.

Although everyone is here for disaster relief, finding the key points of the battle can not only increase viewership but also help the public better understand the situation in the disaster area.

This is a required course for every war correspondent.

In summary, it boils down to this: learn to identify the key points.

A moment later, the group arrived at the battle zone where the main force of the Peak Dojo was located, which was the location of the No. 7 Land Temple Farm in Yaoyang City.

At this moment, the Dengfeng Dojo team has established a temporary base based on the No. 7 Land Temple Farm.

"what is that……?"

Wu Xian's attention was immediately drawn to the defensive towers on the edge of the position.

It's one thing for League of Legends heroes to appear in this world, but what's with the turrets?

“Magic turret, a pretty good defensive structure,” Shiraishi Qi calmly introduced. “As you know, our Peak Dojo has a rather complex system, which also involves equipment and engineering facilities.”

Brother Liu's family has a branch that studies this.

Upon hearing Bai Shiqi's words, Liu Chao couldn't help but straighten his back proudly, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"How powerful is it?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

"It's alright. The highest-spec Gold Scroll turret is basically comparable to the top-tier firearms of the Mechanical Gym," Shiraishi said. "The only drawback is that it can't move and its range is somewhat limited, but as a defensive fortification, it's still quite good."

Wu Xian clicked his tongue and nodded.

If defensive towers are already out, can't we also build fountains?
"A magical device?" Wu Xian asked, feigning interest. "Are there any magical devices that can heal injuries and also attack?"

“You mean the magic spring? There’s one over there,” Shiraishi Qi pointed in the direction of the field hospital, “but it can only be used to treat the wounded and spirits for now; it has no offensive capabilities.”

At this moment, Liu Chao spoke with a strange expression: "How did you know that my family is researching a turret module for magic spring water?"

"Uh, I just said it offhand." Wu Xian chuckled. "Combining attack and healing in one, it sounds amazing."

Seeing that the group was chatting enthusiastically, Zhao Qinghe said impatiently, "Alright, what's the use of talking about this? The key is to solve the problem as soon as possible."

At this moment, they could already sense the fierce battle taking place to the northwest of the position, as well as the overwhelming evil aura.

"By the way, are these magical devices expensive to make?" Wu Xian asked with great interest. "I'm planning to arrange one for the club as well."

"The cost is manageable; Wu Xian can definitely afford it," Bai Shiqi said with a smile.

"What?" Liu Chao said sarcastically, "You think you can just sell my Liu family's things like that?"

It wasn't that he didn't want to sell, but rather that Bai Shiqi was close to Wu Xian and harbored a childish hostility towards him.

"..."

Bai Shiqi looked slightly helpless and silently shut up.

Based on his understanding of Liu Chao, he knew that as long as Liu Chao continued to interfere, the matter would not succeed.

However, he knew very well how many good things Wu Xian had, so he secretly winked at Liu Chao and explained the situation to him through telepathic communication.

"Really?" Liu Chao looked skeptical. "A spiritual item that can boost cultivation by 1.5 times, and it's just a rubbing? What? He also made the Spirit Gathering Pill for the Wanrong Chamber of Commerce?"

After a series of shocks, Liu Chao remained calm and composed. "I wonder how much Brother Wu is planning to ask for? And what price are you willing to offer?"

“The price is easy to talk about.”

Wu Xian smiled wryly, naturally noticing the exchange of glances between Bai Shiqi and Liu Chao.

I originally thought these two were mortal enemies, but now it seems they're more like a pair of bickering lovers.

"Add me on WeChat, and we'll discuss it in detail later."

Liu Chao enthusiastically exchanged contact information with Wu Xian.

Zhao Qinghe, who was traveling with him, saw everything and had a strange expression on his face.

How did I end up being isolated while we were chatting?

Given the rivalry between Liu Chao and Bai Shiqi, shouldn't Liu Chao stand with Bai Shiqi and be hostile towards Wu Xian?

How come he's suddenly becoming sworn brothers with Wu Xian?
Is Wu Xian really that charming?

In terms of looks and temperament, in what way is he inferior to Wu Xian?
Thinking of this, Zhao Qinghe felt inexplicably angry, a feeling of being completely crushed by Wu Xian.

How can someone from a prestigious family be inferior to a peasant from the bottom of society in every way? Where can you find justice in this?
“Speaking of which, the power of this demon god is indeed not simple,” Zhao Qinghe tried to interject. “From the moment we stepped into Yaoyang City, we have felt a strange, inexplicable discomfort in our bodies. It’s very strange.”

"Not feeling well?" Bai Shiqi and Liu Chao looked at Zhao Qinghe in confusion. "No wonder Brother Qinghe doesn't look well."

Seeing this, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What, don't you guys feel the same way?"

Liu Chao shook his head: "The only troublesome thing is the assimilation power of that flesh and blood evil force, but it can be isolated with spiritual power and defensive measures."

"Really? You don't have any?" Zhao Qinghe was a little confused.

“No,” Bai Shiqi shook his head. “Could it be that Brother Qinghe himself has a problem? Or has he been targeted by that flesh and blood demon?”

Zhao Qinghe was both surprised and suspicious, and fell into self-doubt.

Wu Xian remained calm and composed, offering his analysis: "A necromancer is naturally associated with the laws of death. Perhaps there was a deviation in their understanding of these laws, causing some hidden dangers for themselves."
Or perhaps the effects of the distortion pollution are beginning to appear? After all, the distortion pollution here is still quite severe.

Bai Shiqi and Liu Chao nodded in agreement, "That makes sense."

"..."

Zhao Qinghe's face turned ashen; he also assumed it was due to the distortion and pollution.

After all, Yaoyang City was already heavily polluted, and now that Yaoyang City has collapsed and evil gods have invaded, the invisible distortion and pollution will only get worse.

It seems I'll have to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up when I get back.

“Young Master Zhao, you should take care of your health,” Wu Xian said with concern. “I would feel terrible if you fell ill during the disaster relief efforts.”

"It's nothing~ It's just a minor twisted ailment," Zhao Qinghe waved his hand dismissively, "Nothing to fear."

"Man!"

Wu Xian gave a thumbs up, secretly chuckling to himself.

I hope you can stay this strong.

As they spoke, the battle to besiege the evil god's servants was already imminent.

That evil god's servant was of a high level, having already merged with the evil scroll, and with the added blessing of the flesh and blood demon god, its strength was even more astonishing.

It looks like a humanoid monster with a deformed body structure, covered with wriggling fleshy spikes that, when stimulated, transform into fleshy tentacles.

Unlike the tentacles that grow from flesh and blood, the tentacles on this person's body were covered with dense, sharp teeth and exuded a strong, evil aura of death.

It resembles some kind of eerie scroll depicting death.

At this moment, the evil god's servant was completely surrounded and suppressed by the powerful members of the Peak Dojo. Facing the encirclement, he launched a frenzied counterattack, letting out painful roars and howls, "You ants of the Peak Dojo, die!"

Hahaha, you can't kill me!
The debts from back then must be repaid to me today, with interest.

But don't worry, after you die, I will treat these scrolls well, hahaha..."

Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's the deal with this Evil God Scroll Master? Does he have a grudge against your Peak Dojo?"

"The last time he caused trouble, it was our Dengfeng Dojo that suppressed and severely injured him," Liu Chao explained. "Although he managed to escape in the end, we still managed to leave him barely alive."

Even the power he had secretly built up back then was wiped out by our fathers.

Wu Xian understood, “It looks like some kind of eerie scroll depicting death.”

“It’s not exactly a purely death-themed evil scroll, but the proportion of death-themed evil power is indeed very large,” Liu Chao nodded. “I just went there because I wanted the Necromancer’s Gym to lend a hand.”

“I see,” Zhao Qinghe said knowingly. “Then you’ve come to the right person.”

After saying that, a confident smile appeared on his lips.

If he could help resolve this problem, he would naturally gain favor and goodwill from the Peak Martial Arts Academy, and also showcase the Zhao family's power to the general public, thus gaining a wave of reputation and prestige.

However, the presence of Wu Xian by his side made him feel a little uncomfortable.

To avoid being overshadowed by Wu Xian, Zhao Qinghe rushed forward immediately, shouting, "Seniors of Dengfeng Dojo, don't panic, this junior is here to help you!"

"Huh, is that kid from the Zhao family?" The members of Dengfeng Dojo were surprised and delighted.

"The Zhao family's necromancy scrolls might be able to suppress that eerie death aura."

"In this respect, the Necromancer's Gym is ultimately more professional."

Although they had severely injured this evil god scroll painter back then, things are different now. This guy's power is much stronger than it was back then, and with the blessing of the evil god, he is no longer comparable to what he was before.

That eerie death aura was impossible to suppress; even a tiny bit of it would require a large amount of spiritual energy to counteract, otherwise it would cause great harm to the body.

Currently, some of the wounded who were injured by that deathly aura have developed varying degrees of necrosis, and it is an irreversible form of necrosis.

Flesh, bones, and skin—once tainted by that deathly aura, will fundamentally lose their vitality.

It is even more serious than the necrosis of the body caused by distortion and pollution.

"The power of death?" Zhao Qinghe analyzed seriously. "Normally, any power of death can be suppressed by our Yellow Spring Water. Let me give it a try."

Having said that, he activated the divine diagram above his head, summoning the Ugly Woman of the Underworld to join the battle.

Wow…

A familiar, dark river appeared beneath the feet of the Ugly Woman of the Underworld, attempting to suppress the eerie deathly aura emanating from the servant of the evil god.

As it turns out, the Zhao family's "River of the Underworld" is indeed quite powerful, at least in terms of the weight of certain related laws and forces.

As the Yellow Springs River washes over the area, it continuously absorbs and devours the deathly aura that permeates the field.

"What a strange death aura!" Although it was effective, Zhao Qinghe's expression was solemn because he could clearly feel that a strange impurity was growing in the power of the Yellow Springs River. "I would like to trouble you all to lean against my Yellow Springs River and let the Yellow Springs River water soak your whole bodies."

Upon seeing this, the members of Dengfeng Martial Arts Academy began to bathe in the Yellow Springs River.

After experiencing the powerful effects of the Yellow Springs River, everyone was overjoyed and their morale soared.

"Where did you come from, you little brat? Get the hell out of here!"

The evil god's servant looked grim and instinctively tried to attack Zhao Qinghe, but was blocked by the peak experts.

With Zhao Qinghe's assistance, the top experts launched a full-scale suppression and attack.

Even if you can't kill the opponent, you can severely injure them and then use the power of the Yellow Springs River to suppress and seal them off.

"Amazing! Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person!" Liu Chao exclaimed happily.

Seeing this, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but feel smug and cast a provocative glance at Wu Xian, "I heard that you also have a Yellow Spring in your underworld. I wonder if it has such effects?"

But Wu Xian frowned, and answered irrelevantly, "Corpse aura, perhaps?"

"What corpse aura?" Shiraishi Qi was stunned. "The kind of corpse aura unique to zombie and zombie-type scrolls? It does seem a bit like it, but it seems to be more powerful and more eerie than the corpse aura I remember."

As the author of the Mummy series, Shiraishi Sai naturally had some understanding of the power of corpse energy.

“That’s right, an extremely strong corpse aura.” Wu Xian nodded solemnly.

The moment he arrived, he realized that the "death aura" was not just ordinary death aura, but a corpse aura that had been amplified to an extremely high degree by an evil force.

Corpse energy itself carries certain death-related attributes.

To put it bluntly, this eerie scroll is essentially an eerie zombie, or rather, a zombie god.

However, this kind of evil zombie is clearly different from regular zombies.

"What corpse energy?" Zhao Qinghe scoffed. "In the end, isn't it just suppressed by the Yellow Springs River?"

Wu Xian chuckled inwardly, too lazy to bother with him.

In his view, Zhao Qinghe's Yellow Spring River water only refined the components related to "death energy," but did not resolve the unique power and nature of "corpse energy."

Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Qinghe's expression changed drastically.

Liu Chao, standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on, Brother Qinghe? Your Yellow Springs River..."

Before anyone knew when, floating corpses began to emerge from the Yellow Springs River flowing across the battlefield, emanating an eerie aura and beginning to corrupt the Yellow Springs River and the Ugly Woman of the Yellow Springs.

"Damn, how could this happen?"

Zhao Qinghe was shocked and hurriedly tried to suppress the power of the Yellow Springs River to expel the force, but to no avail.

The ugly woman from the underworld, tainted by the corpse energy, began to grow necrotic flesh and blood. This necrotic flesh and blood was like some kind of poison, growing and spreading throughout the ugly woman's painted spirit body.

In desperation, Zhao Qinghe hurriedly communicated with and summoned the power of the God of the Dead.

However, something seemed to have gone wrong in the realm of the dead; the great mother goddess Izanami did not respond to his plea for help and his summons.

"What's going on with the Mother Goddess? Could it be that the family is up to something?"

Seeing that the ugly woman from the underworld was about to undergo her third collapse, Zhao Qinghe was extremely anxious.

"Um... do you need any help?" Wu Xian asked. "My lightning magic can suppress the power of corpse energy to some extent, but directly striking your Yellow Spring Ugly Woman might cause her considerable damage."

"..."

Zhao Qinghe's expression froze, his heart filled with hesitation.

But at this moment, Huang Quan Ugly Woman's situation is like being poisoned. She either has to be ruthless and "amputate" to stop the poison from spreading and worsening, or she can only wait to die.

In this situation, Wu Xian wouldn't deliberately kill his ugly daughter from the underworld, would he?

Even if you might be struck dead, there's still a glimmer of hope. But if you let the corpse energy spread, you'll just have to wait to die.

Moreover, the eerie corpse energy seemed to be following the laws of the Ugly Woman of the Underworld, invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

(End of this chapter)