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

Chapter 21 Human body modification?
"I don't know," Zhao He said, frustrated. "That guy suddenly became like a god of war, and he shattered my Demon-Slaying Blade."

"Is the opponent's scroll painting very strong?" Wu Xian asked seriously.

“Without the scroll, it’s just fists.” Zhao He said with lingering fear, “They’re simply… simply… not human.”

Wu Xian's pupils contracted. "What? Are you sure you're not joking?"

"Brother, you've been beaten up like this, you're not in the mood to joke with me."

Wu Xian took a deep breath and immediately asked Zhao He to send him the clinic's address, which was near the North Street area.

A few moments later, they arrived at the clinic.

Zhao He and his gang were scattered around the clinic like defeated soldiers, each of them wrapped in bandages, looking lifeless and completely dazed.

"Take me to meet that Zhang Mazi."

Wu Xian didn't waste any words and directly gestured for Zhao He and the others to lead the way.

"Huh?" Zhao He and the others looked on in fear. "No way, that guy is too scary."

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way!"

Seeing that Wu Xian was determined to go, Zhao He felt helpless.

After gesturing for his seriously injured underlings to rest and recover, he and Huang Mao, limping, led the way for Wu Xian.

"Young boss, maybe we shouldn't go. That guy is really strange," Zhao He said with lingering fear. "When the Demon-Slaying Blade hit him, he was completely unharmed, but it made my arm ache from the impact."

"Are you sure it's not a scroll armor or clothing?" Wu Xian asked again to confirm.

Zhao He shook his head without hesitation, "Absolutely not, there is no trace of the scroll's energy on him."

"That's strange." Wu Xian became more and more curious as he listened.

Subsequently, under the guidance of Zhao He and his companion, they successfully located the whereabouts of Zhang Mazi's gang.

At this moment, Zhang Mazi's gang was skillfully rummaging through the garbage heap.

“That’s Zhang Mazi, whose real name is Zhang Zifeng,” Zhao He introduced in a low voice. “He’s a seasoned veteran in the North District, having arrived even earlier than me and Huang Mao.”

Wu Xian looked at it curiously, but couldn't see anything special about it.

At first glance, he was a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, looking to be in his forties. He wasn't very strong, but his muscles were well-defined, and his body was covered in scars. He looked like a tough guy who had survived countless hardships.

"Level three spiritual energy cultivation? That shouldn't be the case."

If one has a level four or five spiritual energy cultivation, combined with some physical combat skills, it might be possible to destroy the [Demon-Slaying Blade] with a single punch.

After all, with each increase in psionic level, the enhancement effect on both spiritual power and the body doubles.

But the other party clearly only has a level three spiritual energy cultivation, the same level as Zhao He.

"Let's go!" Wu Xian gestured with his eyes.

Despite their fear, Zhao He and Huang Mao stepped forward and began to provoke and taunt.

Zhang Mazi glanced at them coldly, and with just one look, Zhao He and Huang Mao were so frightened that they stammered.

Wu Xian stepped forward and asked, "Did you injure them?"

"Where did this brat come from?" Zhang Mazi frowned and sized him up. "Here to stand up for Zhao He and the others?"

Wu Xian remained noncommittal. "The resources in the North District aren't abundant, but they're not scarce either. Everyone's just picking up scraps from others to make a living. Why push things to the extreme, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mazi and his companions burst into laughter.

"Who do you think you are?" Zhang Mazi sneered. "You think you're qualified to teach me how to do things?"

Wu Xian remained unperturbed, and with a wave of his hand, he tossed out a scroll depicting the God of Wealth. Amidst surging golden-red blood light, the God of Wealth made a dazzling entrance.

His imposing gaze swept over them, instantly intimidating Zhang Mazi and his gang.

"So you're a Spirit Master? No wonder you're so confident," Zhang Mazi's eyes revealed a strange complexity. "So what if you have a scroll? I'll take down that scroll!"

Having said that, it attacked Wu Xian and the God of Wealth like a beast unleashed from its cage, its speed astonishing.

"So fast!"

Wu Xian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Is this the speed a level three spiritual energy cultivator can achieve?

boom!
Zhang Mazi's swift punch was easily blocked by the wealth aura emanating from the God of Wealth.

"?!"

Zhang Mazi was visibly startled. "That's..." Wu Xian quickly noticed the colorful aura flowing around Zhang Mazi, "Spiritual matter? No, not simple spiritual matter, but a spiritual structure that exudes spiritual characteristics!"

Wu Xian stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking at Zhang Mazi as if he had seen a ghost.

This person appears to have incorporated spiritual substances into their body.

This is...human modification?

"What the hell is this? Break it—!"

Zhang Mazi's face was contorted, his eyes were red, as if he were enduring some kind of pain, and his muscles and blood vessels writhed strangely, his strength increasing further.

The God of Wealth's wealth energy was being consumed much faster.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the defenses.

Hey!
With a roar, Black Tiger slashed out with its claws, instantly knocking Zhang Mazi back.

Zhang Mazi staggered to his feet, his eyes wide with shock: "Who exactly are you?"

Such a powerful scroll is clearly not something an ordinary spirit master could possess.

"How did you manage to put spiritual substances into your body?"

Wu Xian, on the other hand, was curious about Zhang Mazi's strange situation.

On the other side, seeing that Wu Xian was not at a disadvantage at all, Zhao He and Huang Mao immediately turned into cheerleaders, shouting, "Little boss is awesome, kill him!"

"With such a high-end scroll, why are you stealing trash? Are you crazy?!"

Zhang Mazi's expression was unpredictable, and he couldn't understand it.

“Brother Zhang, you may have misunderstood. Actually, I’m a garbage collector.” Wu Xian put away his imposing manner and explained, “Zhao He and the others have been supplying me, but recently they suddenly stopped supplying me.”

"Received the goods?" Zhang Mazi was stunned and speechless.

“That’s right,” Wu Xian nodded and smiled, “If Brother Zhang is interested, you can also sell the goods to me at a fair price.”

Zhang Mazi frowned. "Sorry, we have our own channels."

Wu Xian was secretly surprised.

Goodness, even a high price can't sway them; this is clearly not normal.

But Zhang Mazi clearly didn't reveal his boss's intentions. After some hesitation, he said, "You also need these scraps, right? How about this, from now on, we'll split the garbage in this North District in half, and keep to ourselves, okay?"

“Okay.” Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully.

Zhang Mazi didn't waste any more words. After giving his men a few instructions, he took his leave.

"Wow, little boss, that's awesome!" Zhao He and Huang Mao cheered excitedly.

But Wu Xian's mind was filled with Zhang Mazi's silhouette. "Do you know who Zhang Mazi's boss is?"

Zhao He shook his head blankly, "Our two groups have always been at odds, so naturally we don't know these things, but their distribution channels have always been quite stable."

"Find an opportunity to find out for me." Wu Xian narrowed his eyes in deep thought. "I'm very interested in the boss behind them."

"No problem, we've got it covered."

Zhao He patted his chest confidently, forgetting that he had several broken ribs and was grimacing in pain.

"By the way, your Demon-Slaying Blade broke, didn't it?" Wu Xian changed the subject.

Zhao He smiled bitterly, "I was planning to collect a main scroll, but now I have to start from scratch again."

"It's alright, little brother has ice spray, which can help big brother hold out for a while," the blond-haired man comforted him. "Besides, with the little boss keeping an eye on things, Zhang Mazi and the others shouldn't dare to mess around. We can just bring out the main force scrolls then."

“It’s possible,” Zhao He said with a worried look, “but our current savings are still a bit short of the down payment, and we also need to spend money on our two children’s schooling.”

Wu Xian seized the opportunity to speak, "How about considering my Divine Tiger or Chicken King?"

As he spoke, he summoned the Chicken King and the Divine Tiger, giving Zhao He a live demonstration.

"what?"

Zhao He and Huang Mao thought they had misheard.

“While the Chicken King and Divine Tiger are slightly inferior to my humanoid scroll, they are definitely better than what you can buy on the market,” Wu Xian continued to promote. “The key is that the scroll artist behind me has just begun to make a name for himself, and the price is also cheaper. How about it, do you want to consider it?”

　Please point out any typos.

　　Chicken Brother has always been a master of typos since he was a child. Although he always proofreads his work, there are bound to be omissions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)