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

Chapter 54 Scroll Copy
Awooo—!
Despite its shrieking struggle, the brutal and malevolent spirit managed to break free of the soul-binding chains.

The blood-red ghost face twisted wildly, and the dense, ferocious aura transformed into a gigantic ghostly shadow, opening its hideous maw to devour the Black and White Impermanence.

Everyone present was terrified by the terrifying ghostly figure.

Just when everyone thought Wu Xian was about to be defeated, the two impermanent beings pulled each other's hands, and two streams of Yin energy, one black and one white, merged and surged, emitting a sinister laugh.

The White Impermanence's laughter was shrill, while the Black Impermanence's laughter was rough.

Two phantom tokens, one black and one white, appeared above his head, bearing the inscriptions "Reward Good" and "Punish Evil," radiating an astonishing pressure.

The enormous, terrifying ghostly figure, which had been ferocious just a moment ago, was so frightened that it shrank back, and even the fierce aura emanating from the brutal spirit began to dissipate.

"How can this be?!"

Xue Qingyang stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

The other club members were even more dumbfounded, repeatedly exclaiming "Holy crap!"

Du Yifan, standing in the crowd, kept swallowing, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Wow, is this guy really that strong?
Recalling her conversation with Wu Xian during the Dimensional Mirage, she felt her cheeks burning and found it incredibly ridiculous.

So, those who can live in the North District are definitely not ordinary people?
Also, it seems I'll have to call my little brother "Vice President" from now on.

Xue Lingling saw everything. Although she had expected it, she was still taken aback by the power displayed by the Black and White Impermanence.

"My good disciple, this scroll is of a high rank! If you can develop the divine picture, it will probably be comparable to my Soul-Devouring Ghost King."

While marveling at the sight, he saw his eldest nephew grit his teeth, unwilling to give up, and release the second scroll.

That's enough, why are you getting so worked up?

At this moment, the brutal and malevolent spirit was firmly bound by the Soul-Binding Chains and completely suppressed by the Soul-Summoning Banner, and its power and momentum were constantly declining.

"Four Directions Evil Soul Nails—!"

Suddenly, Xue Qingyang threw out a second scroll, a bronze scroll with three stars and a gold border, but it was not a scroll depicting figures.

As the scroll unfolds, a dark, blood-red light suddenly appears, transforming into four gray-black bone nails. The nails are imbued with intense resentment and carved with sinister and terrifying demonic patterns.

puff! puff! puff! puff!
Four bone nails pierced the back of the brutal and malevolent spirit.

The ferocious and malevolent spirit seemed to have been injected with stimulants, its aura surged, its size increased dramatically, and its appearance became increasingly grotesque.

The violent and fierce aura forcefully pushed back the suppression of the soul-summoning banner.

Even the soul-binding chains began to loosen, like a ferocious beast about to break free of its cage.

"Can we use the second scroll?"

Wu Xian smiled blankly, "Then you'll have even less fun?"
He immediately released the Hornet General, whose eerie buzzing sound shook everyone's minds. The yellow and black shadow flew by, and the appearance of the painting spirit could not even be seen clearly.

Then a sinister glint of cold light pierced the forehead of the brutal and ferocious soul.

The ferocious spirit, which had been berserk for only a few seconds, quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Seeing that her nephew's precious painting scroll was about to collapse, Xue Lingling quickly spoke up to stop him, "Alright, that's enough."

Wu Xian calmly withdrew his hand amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd.

Xue Qingyang, like a wilted eggplant, silently suppressed his brutal and ferocious spirit, utterly defeated and without any temper.

"Have you given up yet?" Xue Lingling said irritably, "Call me Vice President."

"Vice president."

Xue Qingyang's lips twitched, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Xian.

"From now on, we'll all be colleagues," Wu Xian said with a polite smile.

Xue Lingling gestured for her nephew to get back into the group, raised an eyebrow and looked around at everyone, "Anyone else who's not happy?"

The members all had stiff faces and remained silent with their heads down.

"That's more like it," Xue Lingling nodded in satisfaction. "From now on, we're all part of a team. We need to learn to love and care for each other, share both honor and disgrace, and strive to make our club bigger and stronger as soon as possible!"

The members immediately stood at attention and nodded in unison.

"Today is the first day our club is officially registered," Xue Lingling said with a sinister smile. "As the president, I'm going to take you all on a team-building trip and show you around."

Upon hearing this, everyone became curious, including Wu Xian. "Come with me."

Xue Lingling smiled and gestured for everyone to follow her into the inner hall of the club.

"As expected of my good disciple, he created the Silver Scroll so quickly?"

Xue Lingling looked pleased as they walked and talked.

She had seen Wu Xian's soul diagram before, so she could naturally tell that the wasp-like spirit in the painting came from that diagram.

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent guidance," Wu Xian replied politely.

This made Xue Lingling's smile a little stiff, after all, she had a rather easy job as Wu Xian's master and hadn't really taught him much.

Is my good disciple targeting him?

Do you think she's an incompetent mentor?
But there was no other way; I was too busy with other things the other day. Now that the club has been established, I have more time to properly teach this good student.

This "team building" activity is a great opportunity.

A moment later, we arrived at the club's inner hall, where a peculiar scroll was suspended on a magnificent display stand.

Although it is only a silver axis and silver edge, it exudes an extremely large fluctuation.

"Auntie, is this the main body of the [Dead Mountain Town] instance scroll?"

Xue Qingyang's eyes lit up with anticipation.

The other members couldn't hide their excitement either. Wow, this is going to take them into the scroll dungeon!

"I've heard that the rewards from the scroll copies are quite substantial, and the materials produced are very expensive."

Unexpectedly, these young people also had the opportunity to see the splendor of the scroll copy.

"But I heard that the scroll copy is extremely difficult, and ordinary scroll painters can't handle it at all."

"Who cares? We're not going to die anyway. Let's go in and see what's going on first." Du Yifan couldn't hide his excitement.

Wu Xian was also looking forward to the upcoming [Dead Mountain Town] scroll instance. Just as Du Yifan said, he wouldn't really die inside, but would be teleported out by the scroll, and at most he would just experience the pain of death.

The key is the rewards from the scroll copy.

Seeing everyone's eager expressions, Xue Lingling chuckled inwardly, "Everyone's strength is average, so opening a Tier 1 dungeon should be about right."

As he spoke, his spiritual power surged, and he manipulated the scroll of the [Dead Mountain Town] domain to slowly unfold.

The painting depicts a lifeless, gloomy, and dilapidated town, the very Dead Mountain Town outpost they were familiar with.

"What's the highest level you can open right now?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

"What?" Xue Lingling said irritably, "First tier is enough for you guys, and you want to go straight to a higher tier?"

"No, I was just asking out of curiosity."

The scroll copy cannot be opened at will; the corresponding copy needs to be placed in another dimension to absorb and transform the power of that dimension and accumulate energy.

Each time a dungeon is opened, a certain amount of energy is consumed. The higher the level of the dungeon, the more energy is consumed.

"Right now, I'm afraid we can only open one Tier 3 opening." Xue Lingling pondered.

"Only level three?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

It should be noted that [Dead Mountain Town] has been located in various dungeons in Yaoyang City for many years, so it shouldn't have so little dungeon energy left.

"Hmph!" Xue Lingling said resentfully, "We have to thank our mayor for this. When I came back to hand over the reins, he used all sorts of excuses to delay, and he managed to drain all the power he had accumulated over the years before handing it over to me."

"Huh?" Wu Xian asked in confusion, "Isn't the mayor quite supportive of our club?"

"Support my ass! That old bastard would love for us to disband right now so I can slink back to the dojo with my tail between my legs." Xue Lingling gritted her teeth, getting angrier the more she thought about it.

"Why? Wouldn't having multiple clubs be a good thing for Yaoyang City?"

The members also expressed their doubts.

Zhou Qi, one of the team members, said meaningfully, "Our Yaoyang City is considered to be within the sphere of influence of the Peak Dojo. Now, the art studio and several clubs are also backed by the Peak Dojo, while we are backed by the Undead Dojo, so naturally we are not welcome."

(End of this chapter)