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

Chapter 86 The Xue Family and the Undead Dojo

"The official announcement from the Necromancer's Guild?" Wu Xian was completely confused.

Xue Lingling suddenly realized something, her expression changed instantly, and she hurriedly logged into the official website to check, her teeth clenched with a hint of grievance, "Damn it, I should have thought of that sooner!"

"What's going on?"

After reviewing the announcement, Wu Xian's expression gradually froze.

The latest announcement was very simple; it was a public commendation, but the person being commended was not Xue Lingling, but someone else named Zhao Qinghe.

[Dojo Announcement: Zhao Qinghe, a young member of our dojo, has worked diligently and explored new ideas. He successfully transformed [Dead Mountain Town] into a Golden Axis the day before yesterday. We hereby issue this announcement to commend him.]

@Pokémon Gym, Divine Capital Gym, Sky Tower Gym, Holy Spirit Gym, Demon God Gym...

"Auntie, this necromancer dojo is really bullying us!" Xue Qingyang said indignantly. "It was clearly your and the vice president's achievement, so how did it become Zhao Qinghe's?"

Wu Xian remained silent for a long time, then looked at Xue Lingling thoughtfully, "Is the dojo... really that dark?"

Xue Lingling remained silent, appearing as if she was on the verge of collapse.

Wu Xian wasn't stupid either. He figured Zhao Qinghe was probably a junior of some big shot in the dojo, otherwise he wouldn't be able to pull off such amazing feats.

"Master Sister, are you alright?" Wu Xian couldn't help but comfort her. "At worst, we can just quit the Necromancer's Gym. We can still make a living without it!"

“The vice president is right. Let’s ask the media to expose them. We’re not going to put up with this!” Xue Qingyang agreed.

"Retreat? Why should we retreat?" Xue Lingling suddenly became determined, her face darkening. "Not only will I not retreat, but I will fight those dojo clans to the very end!"

I will climb step by step to the top of the dojo; I will become Zhao Gao!

Xue Lingling's makeup was already eerie, and at this moment her eyes and expression made her look like a vengeful ghost.

"Zhao...Zhao Gao?!"

Wu Xian stared wide-eyed in disbelief, even suspecting that his master sister was a fellow transmigrator from his hometown.

"The current powerful elder of the dojo is also Zhao Qinghe's grandfather," Xue Lingling gritted her teeth, "One day, I will make him feel a hundred times, a thousand times more pain!"

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. So it was just a coincidence that they had the same name?

That scared the hell out of me!
"Speaking of which, doesn't the higher-ups care about this kind of thing?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

At least in his and the general public's perception, the dojo has always been a sacred and prestigious institution.

"Hmph!" Xue Lingling snorted and glanced up. "Those old guys up there are high and mighty, indifferent to worldly affairs. They don't care about the lives of those at the bottom of the dojo. As long as the people below can provide them with what they need on time, that's enough for them."

Moreover, among those old guys was their Zhao family's ancestor.

Wu Xian was stunned.

"Aren't there any other families in the Necromancer's Guild?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

"Yes, but they're all birds of a feather," Xue Lingling said with a wry smile, shaking her head.

Wu Xian's expression was strange. "Isn't your Xue family also a family with a background in the Necromancer's Guild? Don't you have any connections or anything?"

"What kind of family is my Xue family?" Xue Lingling said self-deprecatingly, "It's just a family that has long since declined. We're only still considered a significant family in Yaoyang City."

This is also the core reason why she refuses to leave the Necromancer's Gym.

One day, she will return to the Necropolis with the legacy left by her ancestors.

To bear witness for our ancestors! To bear witness for the Xue family!
This was her father's dying wish, and it has been her goal all these years!
Subsequently, with the explanations of Xue Lingling and Xue Qingyang, Wu Xian finally understood the historical context of the Xue family.

Like the powerful clans that dominate the Necromancer's Guild today, the Xue family was one of the founding families of the Necromancer's Guild.

These original creators each had their own ideas and understandings of the concept of "the undead".

However, as time went on...

Some founders' ideas have gradually become outdated, while the ideas of others have continued to thrive.

Those founders who failed to develop their businesses were gradually squeezed out of the core of power and completely declined.

As the saying goes, "If you're slow on one step, you'll be slow on every step." Today, most of the founding families that were "eliminated" have disappeared, with only a small number still barely surviving.

The Xue family was one of them.

"Is this Ghost King scroll set of yours, Master Sister, also derived from the inherited concepts left by your ancestors?" Wu Xian asked, taking the opportunity to inquire.

“That’s right,” Xue Lingling said proudly, “In my opinion, the philosophy passed down by my ancestors is no less than that of today’s aristocratic families. One day, I will take the philosophy of my Xue family ancestors and regain the right to speak in the Necromancer’s Guild!”

"Go for it, Auntie! Your nephew believes in you!" Xue Qingyang encouraged her.

Wu Xian then asked curiously, "I wonder what exactly this concept of inheritance is?"

"You can understand the visions and ideas of the ancients in that area about the world of the dead. It also contains some secret information from that era. Different founders had different visions of the world of the dead."

"Secret information?" Wu Xian's eyes lit up slightly.

Xue Lingling helplessly spread her hands: "There's no way to know that. We can only find some clues in their inheritance philosophy."

Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully, pondering to himself.

"By the way, what was that ancient scroll painting technique you mentioned?" Wu Xian changed the subject.

“It’s the kind of scroll painting that the first generation of awakened painters mastered. Very few people can make it nowadays,” Xue Lingling explained. “I was just saying it casually, so don’t take it too seriously.”

Wu Xian pressed further, "What's so special about traditional scroll painting?"

"It is said to have even greater potential and possess many powerful characteristics, but I am not entirely clear on the specifics."

"..." Wu Xian felt helpless.

I thought Xue Lingling might know something.

As they were speaking, a streak of light flew into the club and landed in front of Xue Lingling, transforming into a specially made package with the logo of the Necromancer's Guild printed on it.

"What is it?" Wu Xian and Xue Qingyang couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What else could it be?"

Xue Lingling gave a cold laugh, opened the package, which contained bottles and jars of divine power factors, as well as a bank card.

But that's not the point. The point is that after the box was opened, a ghostly spirit formed from spiritual energy floated out.

The ghost transformed into an arrogant and haughty young man: "I, Zhao Qinghe, will not take this credit for nothing. This is a reward from the dojo and compensation from your brother. Keep it safe, you're welcome."

After saying that, the ghostly phantom disappeared, leaving Xue Lingling furious.

"Disgusting bastard," Xue Lingling gritted her teeth and snorted, "One day I'll make you kneel on the ground and call me grandma!"

"A reward from the dojo?" Wu Xian asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

“The Zhao family certainly doesn’t lack this reward,” Xue Lingling explained with a sneer. “What he wants is this credit and resume.”

Wu Xian gasped, "So disgusting?"

"It's disgusting, but why not take it?" Xue Lingling snorted. "Come on, my good disciple, there are six bottles in total. You can choose three, and I'll transfer the money to you later."

Wu Xian decisively selected three bottles of divine power factors that suited him, since they were rightfully theirs.

"Is this all we're going to do?" Wu Xian asked, frowning as he put away the three divine power factors.

"Of course we can't just let it go like this," Xue Lingling sneered. "He's so powerful, isn't he? After the next upgrade and transformation of Death Mountain Town, I'll refuse to report it. Let the dojo investigate slowly and see how embarrassed he is!"

"That's it?" Wu Xian pondered. "That's not quite satisfying!"

"I'll vent my anger when I've made something of myself," Xue Lingling thought to herself with a sigh.

That's how the world is; whoever has the bigger fist is right.

Without strength, there is no even the most basic fairness.

(End of this chapter)