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

Chapter 24 First Encounter with the Scroll Painter

boom! boom! boom!
Some desperate people began attacking the barrier, but it was to no avail.

The protective barrier was like a solid fortress, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in people's hearts.

Soon, strange fluctuations began to appear and gradually gathered among the crowd.

"So it really is related to emotions?"

Wu Xian took a deep breath and quickly spoke to calm the situation.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. The way the Yuan Shen Lou invaded this time is related to our emotions. The more fearful we are, the more likely we are to attract them."

As the only spirit master present, Wu Xian's words carried considerable weight.

Many lower-level psychic cultivators in the crowd responded and calmed the group down.

The problem is that emotions are not something that can be controlled simply by talking about them.

A chilling wind soon began to howl around them, the scenery changed abruptly, and shrill screams of ghosts drifted above the crowd, further amplifying their fear and despair.

Then, many people began to experience hallucinations of being disturbed by strange creatures, and screams rose and fell.

The crowd instantly descended into chaos.

Wu Xian was speechless and exhausted. With his brows furrowed, he sensed the eerie aura lurking around him.

Suddenly, a panicked man in the crowd screamed in pain, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground. Ghostly hands tore open his abdomen, tearing out his intestines.

It was a bizarre monster covered in bloody, ghostly hands. Apart from a pair of pale legs, its upper body was all arms, making one's scalp crawl.

The surrounding crowd panicked and scattered, and many of the more timid people fainted on the spot.

"A Tier 1 Elite Monster?"

Wu Xian was startled. Generally speaking, the higher the level, the more likely elite monsters are to appear. It was truly rare for a level 1 monster to "evolve" into an elite monster.

Seeing the monstrous creature charging menacingly towards the crowd, Wu Xian immediately threw out a scroll.

The scroll unfurled in the air, transforming into a majestic, black and yellow tiger, its roar echoing throughout the sky.

The guardian tiger, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, pounced on the elite monster covered in ghostly hands, pinning it to the ground and easily tearing off two of its ghostly arms with a single bite.

The tiger's roars caused the strange abyssal power within the monster to become restless, rendering it powerless to fight back.

The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise and moved closer to Wu Xian, seeking his protection.

However, just after they had dealt with this Tier 1 elite monster, another disturbance was heard from the crowd on the other side.

A piercing, ghostly scream rang out, and numerous eerie fluctuations coalesced into a pale white ghostly figure that flew toward Wu Xian.

boom!
The sudden, ghostly figures crashed heavily into the wealth and treasure light, emitting bursts of unwilling screams.

"wrong!"

The depletion of wealth is significantly high, which is definitely not an ordinary strange occurrence.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a female ghost with long, straight black hair. Beneath her terrifying black hair, a pale ghost face appeared, and her bloodshot eye sockets contained no eyeballs, but rather surging black hair.

"A Tier 3 elite monster!"

It's another elite monster, and a Tier 3 elite monster at that.

The God of Wealth's spirit's eyes also became serious, and lightning gathered in the steel whip in his hand.

boom!
The lightning struck the female ghost, sending up a plume of white smoke.

The female ghost retreated in pain, letting out sharp screams, and a burn mark from lightning magic appeared on her shoulder.

This was the first time Wu Xian had encountered such a formidable opponent. After withstanding the God of Wealth's thunderous magic, he only suffered minor injuries.

You should know that he fed the God of Wealth a lot of lightning-attribute materials. Normally, a third-tier monster would lose at least half its life if it was hit by a lightning spell.

All I can say is that this female ghost, as a Tier 3 elite monster, has some rather outrageous attributes.

As a spirit of the painting, the God of Wealth was ultimately limited by the scroll's properties. This was not the power a two-and-a-half-star God of Wealth spirit should possess, much less the strength of the God of Wealth himself. If the God of Wealth himself were to descend, he wouldn't even need thunder magic; his mere aura would be enough to crush this thing and even directly repel this so-called dimensional mirage.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
The female ghost was clearly wary of the God of Wealth. After a series of strange screams and shrieks, strands of black hair shot out from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, stabbing at the God of Wealth in different directions with great power.

Unfortunately, it couldn't break through the God of Wealth's massive wealth protection.

The next second, the guardian tiger attacked from behind, pouncing on the female ghost and biting her down from mid-air.

The black hair flew up and instantly wrapped around the guardian tiger, causing the guardian tiger's spirit to quickly dim.

Fortunately, the God of Wealth unleashed several thunderbolts, destroying a large amount of black hair, which relieved the pressure on the guardian tiger.

Under Wu Xian's mental control, the tearing tiger bit the female ghost's head, turned around and flung her into the air.

"A Tier 3 elite monster, right?"

As Wu Xian sneered, the invincible gold ingot in the God of Wealth's hand was poised to strike.

However, just as he was about to kill it with one move, he suddenly saw a redwood coffin covered with talismans flying in from afar.

"Holy crap, there's an expert here!"

They thought it was another monster coming to their aid, but instead the mahogany coffin slammed straight into the female ghost in the air, smashing her to the ground and creating a deep crater.

The talismans around the coffin fluttered, surrounded by golden light, suppressing the female ghost.

"Hehe, what a big ration! Time for a snack!"

A series of silvery but slightly sinister laughs followed from behind.

Wu Xian wasn't stupid; he immediately realized that other spirit masters had made their move, and curiously turned around to look.

A woman in her early twenties, with a sickly pale complexion and an appearance and makeup that had a distinctly ghostly feel, flew down from above the crowd, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

The next second, terrifying mental energy surged from the woman's body.

A huge, illusory scroll appeared above and behind them. The scroll slowly unfurled, revealing a sinister and eerie painting projection: seven ghosts of different shapes surrounding a slightly bloated ghost with fangs.

"A scroll painter?!" Wu Xian's heart pounded wildly.

Such powerful spiritual strength indicates that this person is no ordinary spirit master, but rather a scroll painter.

Upon seeing a real scroll painter for the first time, Wu Xian stared intently, his mind filled with various doubts and curiosity, especially about the illusory scroll behind the woman from the underworld, which seemed to be formed from spiritual power.

It is clearly not a "supernatural scroll" in the general sense, since there is no physical copy.

It was somewhat similar to the scroll imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness, yet not quite the same.

Shocked and curious, the woman raised her hand, and the fanged demon in the center of the painting behind her rushed out of the painting and transformed into a five or six-meter-tall, burly, ferocious-looking ghost with fangs and earthy green skin.

Ouch——!
The fanged monster opened its mouth wide, and the female ghost suppressed under the coffin screamed in agony. Her body twisted as she was swallowed into the monster's belly, and the redwood coffin flew towards the woman.

Xue Lingling landed smoothly on the coffin lid and nodded with satisfaction.

With a wave of his hand, the scroll behind him closed up, taking the giant fanged monster into it.

"Little guy, was that the third-tier Vengeful Spirit you just injured?" The underworld girl Xue Lingling completely ignored the crowd around her, her sinister and eerie eyes curiously looking at Wu Xian. "You're quite powerful."

Wu Xian nodded slightly, "Thank you for saving me, senior."

“Your scroll is quite novel,” Xue Lingling said, curiously examining the God of Wealth. “It looks like it’s only two and a half copper axes, yet it was able to inflict considerable damage on that third-tier commander-level monster. That’s interesting.”

Wu Xian smiled modestly, but was secretly nervous.

Good heavens, that female ghost was actually a [Commander-level] monster! No wonder she was so powerful.

But what's truly terrifying is clearly the woman in front of us, who exudes an eerie, ghostly aura.

Putting everything else aside, that giant fanged monster was at least a five-star spirit, and its rank and spirituality were definitely not low.

(End of this chapter)