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

Chapter 20 The Collapse of the Tang Dynasty (Please continue reading)

The absorption of spiritual energy is significantly better, and it can subtly purify impurities in the body and enhance physical fitness.

Judging from the rate of improvement in cultivation alone, it's almost on par with the spiritual energy amplification liquid.

The key point is that this external enhancement does not conflict with the drug's amplification; the two can be used together.

"No wonder they are the eyelashes of the great god Pangu, they are truly amazing!"

The only drawback is that it lacks combat capabilities, unlike other plant-themed scrolls that can actively attack enemies.

But given the prestige of the laurel tree, even just standing there is a powerful deterrent.

"If this were turned into a cultivation club, wouldn't it cost four or five thousand per person per hour?"

Any scroll that can increase cultivation speed is a core resource and a cash cow for various forces and families.

The cultivation clubs on the market all cost two or three thousand yuan per hour, and the special scrolls inside are all [rubbings].

Even so, some high-quality cultivation clubs require advance reservations.

The birth of the laurel tree has undoubtedly saved him a lot of money.

Most importantly, the scroll is also considered an asset and wealth, directly bringing back a large amount of wealth to the God of Wealth, and even the painting spirit's level shows signs of breaking through to three stars.

Of course, Wu Xian isn't stupid enough to open a club with the [Laurel Tree] and make money right now.

Keep the good stuff for yourself first.

Once you have a certain level of strength and self-defense capability, then you can consider this kind of business. At that time, you can outsource a few dungeons and simply be a hands-off boss and collect the profits.

"What a beautiful scroll depicting a spiritual plant!"

Old man Wu Mingchang appeared at the door at some point, staring at the laurel tree and exclaiming in amazement.

Wu Xian was not surprised by this.

The laurel tree's influence extends beyond just this one room; the old man had clearly sensed the unusual movement of psionic energy.

"You've come at the right time. The spiritual energy transformed by this laurel tree is extremely profound and should help you recover your cultivation more quickly."

But the old man said meaningfully, "It's not just about cultivation level, it seems to have also subtly repaired my memory trauma."

"Really? Wouldn't that be even better?"

The grandfather and grandson spent the night cultivating under the nourishing laurel tree.

The next day I felt refreshed and energetic, with no sleepiness at all, and I felt like I wouldn't need to sleep anymore.

After leaving him a set of physical training exercises, the old man drove his beat-up car and went off to travel all over the world.

After completing his physical training, Wu Xian began to immerse himself in his studies and research.

After a few days, the mechanical engineering materials provided by the Tang family have been fully mastered, but mastering them does not necessarily mean mastering them. There is still a long way to go before fully understanding the principles and construction of mechanical systems.

On the scattered scraps of paper, there were drawings of Optimus Prime in various versions.

After finalizing the design, I began mixing paints and testing them on practice paper.

But getting Brother Zhu out of there is obviously not an easy task.

One sheet of drawing paper after another tore apart during practice.

"Is it my problem, or is it a problem with the mechanical principles behind it?"

My drawing skills are definitely not a problem, and the concept of the scroll is absolutely perfect.

The problem must lie in the mechanical principle of its construction.

As mentioned before, the mechanical scroll artists in this world focus too much on constructing mechanical principles, neglecting the warmth and soul of machinery.

The Tang family's basic teaching materials naturally also have such problems.

Therefore, if you want to create a character with "warmth" like Zhu Zi Ge, you can't completely follow this theory.

As we explored and verified, the afternoon arrived before we knew it.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The knocking interrupted Wu Xian's train of thought.

Upon opening the door, they were surprised to find it was Tang Beng, the young master of the Tang family.

"Brother, we meet again."

Tang Beng was as impeccably dressed as ever, exuding a refined and elegant air, like a gentleman. Wu Xian was completely bewildered, "Didn't Tang Tiaotiao come with you?"

“Tiaotiao is engrossed in studying the scroll, and my father has been extremely busy lately,” Tang Beng said with a helpless expression, “so he had no choice but to send me over.”

After inviting Tang Beng into the house, he asked with a puzzled look, "Brother Tang, what brings you here?"

"I heard from Tiaotiao that you used those two million to create two scroll paintings on your own?"

Tang Beng got straight to the point, his eyes showing a hint of disbelief.

"I was lucky enough to manage to create two scrolls. Thank you for your trouble, Brother Tang," Wu Xian said, suddenly realizing.

"Are those the two paintings on the door?" Tang Beng pointed to the rooster king and the divine tiger pasted on the door and nodded approvingly, "They look quite formidable, and the painting skills are not bad either."

Wu Xian neither confirmed nor denied, saying, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Tang."

Tang Beng nodded and smiled, his attitude towards Wu Xian clearly having changed a lot compared to before.

Who would have thought that the poor Aquarius boy actually had a real talent for painting scrolls?

Although it's too early to tell just how high this "talent" is, it's never a bad thing to invest in it in advance. At least judging from the little sister's "Jade Rabbit Pounding Medicine," this kid's scroll painting concept has some potential.

"My father and younger sister mean that they will provide you with some support and assistance in the future, so that you can go further on the path of a scroll painter and not be buried in obscurity," Tang Beng said with a smile.

“Uh,” Wu Xian shook his head speechlessly, “Please tell Tang and Uncle Tang that I appreciate their kindness.”

"What?" Tang Beng asked, puzzled.

"I know my own limitations," Wu Xian said, feigning modesty. "I can be a half-spirit tamer and half-scroll artist, just messing around on my own. I can't afford the Tang family's support and cultivation."

Are you kidding me? Do you think funding and support are free?

This is an incredibly big favor.

His words raised Tang Beng's opinion of him even higher; at the very least, he was a decent and upright young man.

To be fair, my younger sister has a good eye for recruiting younger brothers.

"Brother, you're overthinking it," Tang Beng laughed. "With the Tang family's capabilities, providing you with some assistance is no problem at all."

"I'll pass on the sponsorship," Wu Xian declined again, "but if there's an opportunity in the future, I might consider collaborating with your company."

"Cooperation?" Tang Beng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Sure, just contact me or Tiao Tiao when the time comes."

How about a more dignified way to provide assistance? The young man has quite a bit of self-respect.

During their casual conversation, the two clearly grew much closer.

"Huh, what's this? Is it a draft of the mechanical scroll design?" Tang Beng picked up a cool close-up picture of Pillar Brother from the corner and began to comment and analyze: "The design is pretty cool, but it's a pity there aren't any weapons. At least install a few cannons in various parts of the body!"

"It was just a thought I came up with in my spare time. I hope Brother Tang will give me more guidance in the future."

Wu Xian chuckled inwardly, offering no further explanation.

"While humanoid machines are cooler and more aesthetically pleasing, the closer they are to human form, the more they limit their abilities and performance," Tang Beng began his on-site teaching, instructing the newcomers. "In addition, humanoid machines are the most troublesome to draw, especially the construction and setting of the energy system, which is very complex. I suggest you start with the most basic civilian mechanical devices."

"Okay." Wu Xian nodded obediently, looking as if he had learned something.

Tang Beng nodded with pleasure, expressing his appreciation and satisfaction with this humble and eager-to-learn young man. "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me on WeChat."

He immediately got up, said goodbye, and left.

To be fair, although these two siblings have completely different personalities, they are quite similar in their love of "pretending."

Continue to study the construction of mechanical principles with "warmth".

There has been no substantial progress.

After all, the "temperature" and "soul" of a machine are very mysterious things.

"Uh, that's it?"

Before I knew it, all the scraps and machine materials in my hands had been used up.

He immediately called Zhao He: "Hey~ Brother Zhao, when are you coming to sell scrap? I'm out of stock."

"Don't even mention it," Zhao He sighed. "The guys are being bullied so badly by Zhang Mazi and his gang that they're almost at their wits' end. They're getting their casts put on at the clinic right now. Ouch... hiss... Angel Sister, can you be a little gentler?"

"Didn't Huang Mao take out a loan to buy ice spray? How come he still can't compete?" Wu Xian said, unable to understand.

(End of this chapter)