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

Chapter 30 Communication Restoration
There's nothing we can do; she's just naturally kind-hearted.

And it was in his hometown.

If it were the senior students in the dojo, they would have left those three hotheads aside before the fight even started.

If you encounter a bad-tempered scroll artist, they might even be used as cannon fodder and eliminated along the way.

"Huh, where did that peculiar aura of the painting spirit go?"

During the search, the strange fluctuations of the necromancy scroll suddenly disappeared.

……

At this moment, Wu Xian, transformed into a rooster knight, quickly retreated.

Looking at the [Black and White Impermanence] in his hand that had rapidly risen to three stars, he was overjoyed.

Black and White Impermanence

Version: Original (with gold embroidered border)

Grade: Bronze Axis

Painting Spirit: ★★★
Spirituality: 39
Innate Trait: Summoning and capturing souls, rewarding good and punishing evil.

However, the mental energy fluctuation that had just probed him made him feel somewhat uneasy.

He wasn't stupid; the Black and White Impermanence had clearly taken advantage of someone else's situation, managing to gain some BOSS experience by chance.

But honestly, he didn't do it on purpose.

Silently put away the [Black and White Impermanence], and made the Chicken King slow down, pretending to be dealing with and pulling at the nearby monsters.

A moment later, the mahogany coffin arrived in a flash.

Upon seeing Wu Xian, the mahogany coffin came to an abrupt halt mid-air. "Hey~ it's you, little guy."

"Senior?" Wu Xian feigned surprise. "What is this...?"

"Have you seen a Spirit Master with a Necromancer scroll?" Xue Lingling analyzed seriously. "They're probably at level four in cultivation, and the Necromancer scroll they have is at least a three-star silver scroll."

Wu Xian looked completely bewildered, appearing every bit the honest, simple-minded person.

"Are you sure you didn't see it?"

"Not really."

"This shouldn't be happening," Xue Lingling muttered to herself. "This is definitely the right direction."

They immediately stepped onto the coffin lid and quickly went to search.

Only after watching the poisonous woman walk away did Wu Xian finally feel relieved.

Hey, you're as witty as I am!
He then released the divine tiger to continue pretending, since his inventory was already full and killing monsters was no longer important.

However, the familiar mahogany coffin returned shortly after they had begun to chuckle.

It hovered above Wu Xian's head, its eyes scrutinizing him closely. "Tell me the truth, are you sure you haven't seen that person before?"

Wu Xian was speechless, thinking to himself that this woman was indeed toxic.

"If you don't like me, senior, you're welcome to take action directly."

There's a saying that goes, "An explanation is just a cover-up, and offense is the best defense." Don't fall into the trap of proving yourself wrong.

As it turned out, this tactic was indeed effective.

Xue Lingling paused for a moment, and the suspicion in her eyes visibly faded. "Little brother, don't be afraid. I wouldn't bully a college student like you."

Although I had some doubts, I was probably just overthinking it.

The young man in front of me looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, clearly a bright and innocent college student who had recently become a Spirit Master.

According to her deduction, the person who "stole" a quarter of the [Wraith Mist Spirit] must have at least level four spiritual power, plus a high-end scroll with a silver axis of three stars or above.

For the average college student, owning two or three scrolls is already considered a very high level of equipment.

"In that case, could you please stop spinning, senior? I'm a little dizzy." Wu Xian feigned aggrievedness, his acting so disgusting that even he despised himself.

But there's nothing we can do; our fists aren't strong enough right now.

Xue Lingling smiled wryly, landed lightly, and the painted scroll of the mahogany coffin fell into her hands.

The silver axis is three and a half stars, with gold trim, which made Wu Xian's eyes widen.

As expected of a master painter from a prestigious family, even his vehicle is a high-end item with a silver axis [original].

"I find you quite pleasing to the eye," Xue Lingling said casually, with a hint of languor. "Which university did you attend?"

"I haven't gone to university yet."

"A freshman this year?" Xue Lingling asked with slight surprise. "Your family is well-off. They provided you with three sets of picture books even before you started school?"

"It's alright~ it's alright~", Wu Xian smiled awkwardly, "Um... if there's nothing else, can I leave now?" Xue Lingling remained noncommittal, her mind still preoccupied with the matter of that mysterious spirit master.

Wu Xian rode away on the Chicken King at a leisurely pace.

"and many more."

Wu Xian stopped abruptly, a bitter smile creeping across his face.

Was he ultimately seen through?
"Are there any places to eat around here?" Xue Lingling rubbed her stomach, looking a little annoyed.

Wu Xian was relieved. "There should be one over there, but I'm afraid you won't like the food, and with things so chaotic right now, the restaurant might not be able to operate normally."

"That's fine, over there, right?"

Xue Lingling understood and quickly left in the direction Wu Xian pointed.

……

After returning home safely, Wu Xian felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

Upon learning that the old man had not yet returned, they were inevitably worried and wondered when the lockdown on the shantytown would be lifted.

Zhao He and his group recovered from their initial tension and fear, and began to think about making money.

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Xian returned, the group of people excitedly went out to kill monsters and collect materials, which would be a considerable income for them.

"Young boss, please make do with this."

Zhao He's wife was a typical impoverished woman from a shantytown, with a son and a daughter by her side.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

In the face of disaster, being able to eat a hot meal is a rare treat, and it makes me feel much more relaxed, both inside and out.

Then, under the curious gazes of the two children, he returned to his own little room and began to study and improve behind closed doors.

This batch of materials has yielded a lot of high-quality content. We can try to mix pigments with richer spirituality to give the Black and White Impermanence a touch of color.

After some effort, I unfolded the scroll depicting the Black and White Impermanence, picked up my brush to polish it, and filled in the details.

As the scroll's laws came into play and began to operate, the fluctuations emanating from the Black and White Impermanence scroll noticeably increased.

However, the scroll never managed to transform and advance, and in the end, it only raised its spirituality to 57 points.

"So, I guess I'll have to use higher-grade monster materials after all?"

Unfortunately, high-level materials are very difficult to obtain at this stage unless you spend a lot of money.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The urgent ringing of his cell phone startled Wu Xian. Not only him, but everyone else's cell phones outside were also beeping.

Looking at the official notification on his phone, Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted.

The notice was simple and clear: the dimensional mirage fluctuations have stabilized, the city's communication system has been repaired and restored, and the public is assured that the disaster relief work will continue. Please remain calm... Finally, we mourn for all the victims.

"The signal has been restored?" This was the only important thing Wu Xian noticed.

I immediately called my grandfather, Wu Mingchang.

The moment the call connected, Wu Xian felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. "Grandpa, where are you? How are you?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa's fine." Hearing his grandson's voice, the old man was visibly relieved. "Be careful over there, don't wander off. I'm afraid Grandpa won't be able to come back for the time being."

Wu Xian's heart tightened. "What happened?"

"Don't be nervous," the old man quickly explained, his voice tinged with a hint of unease, "I just happened to be conscripted by the army and am helping with disaster relief in the city."

"..."

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, understanding dawning on him.

The old man clearly wanted to take this opportunity to recall some memories of his military career.

Stepping outside, Zhao He and his family members were overjoyed.

"Dimensional fluctuations have indeed weakened and stabilized considerably."

Several small, mechanically powered spacecraft swept across the sky, bringing a sense of security to the residents of the shantytown.

However, those spaceships were clearly headed for the waste treatment plant.

Just as they were feeling sentimental, a group of spirited young men and women walked over from the other end of the street. "Don't panic, everyone. From now on, this area will be under the control of our Xuantian Academy training team."

With us here, everyone is safe.

"Strange, why do I feel like the atmosphere here is a bit off?"

(End of this chapter)