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

Chapter 126 Yin Marshal Heavenly Venerable, Number One Under Heaven!

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tang Tiaotiao was taken away by the Mechanical Gym in a very cool and impressive manner.

As for Tang Tiaotiao's future status in the Mechanical Gym, no one doubts it.

This spectacular welcome alone is enough to demonstrate Tang Tiaotiao's importance to the Mechanical Gym.

In the sky, the strange phenomenon of the Mechanical God Realm slowly dissipated.

But the entire city of Yaoyang was still in a deep shock, and even Cui Wenxuan and Chen Shilong on the stage were unable to recover for a long time.

This scene is so impressive and amazing!
"Master Sister, were you taken away like this back then?" Wu Xian asked Xue Lingling curiously.

“…” Xue Lingling rolled her eyes. “What are you thinking? Unless I could have fully conceived the lineage of our ancestors back then.”

"Fine," Wu Xian said, pouting sullenly.

The strange vision of the mechanical divine realm lingered in my mind.

This was the first time he had ever seen a divine realm with his own eyes, and it brought him an unprecedented shock.

It's hard to imagine what a breathtaking sight the Huaxia Divine Realm will be like once it's fully formed.

"Twenty-one taels, and the Mechanical God Domain personally came to guide you, tsk tsk~ Your little girlfriend's status in the Mechanical Dojo is probably going to be sky-high." Xue Lingling clicked her tongue in amazement.

"To become someone like a saint?"

"more or less."

……

Inside the only five-star hotel in Yaoyang City.

The young man surnamed Bai watched the live broadcast of the Gold Rank League with great interest, occasionally commenting on the scrolls and players in the competition.

The aura of the descending Mechanical God Realm made him jump out of bed.

"?!"

Shocked, they immediately boarded a flying vehicle and rushed to the scene.

Gazing at the oppressive mechanical divine realm in the sky, I was unable to calm down for a long time.

After some observation and understanding, it was learned that a person who defied the heavens had measured the weight of the divine diagram soul at twenty-one taels, and on the spot, the Mechanical God Realm descended and personally took it away.

"A mechanical divine diagram worth twenty-one taels?" The young man surnamed Bai was unable to calm down for a long time.

As a chosen one of heaven, how could he not know how heaven-defying twenty-one taels of soul weight was?

Wait, what's with this tiny place?

Before he came, he didn't think much of this small place, but now he suddenly feels that something is wrong with it.
The presidents of various clubs were already present, and upon spotting the young man surnamed Bai, they immediately swarmed around him.

"Young master, was that the legendary Mechanical God Realm just now?" The president of the War Maniac Club asked, still shaken.

Such a sight as the descent of the divine realm is something that even figures like Cui Wenxuan and Chen Shilong might not have ever witnessed, let alone them.

The young man surnamed Bai remained noncommittal, his face serious: "Are you all clear about the background and situation of that little girl?"

"Tang Tiaotiao, a young lady from the Tang family, a small local family, just started studying at the art studio this year. I never expected her to have such talent?"

"The Tang family?" The young man surnamed Bai seemed to understand something. "A branch of the Tang clan?"

I never expected that the Tang family would have a branch in this small place.

“Interesting. Find an opportunity to introduce me to them,” the young man surnamed Bai said, his eyes gleaming. “We need to pay more attention to the Tang family from now on.”

Although it was just a branch of the Tang family, an obscure little family in a small, underdeveloped city.

But from that moment on, this small family was no longer ordinary.

"Look, that couple over there are Tang Tiaotiao's parents, and next to them is her brother, Tang Beng," the president of the Divine Fire Club introduced. "Speaking of which, the Bumblebee you've been eyeing is Tang Beng's creation."

"That cool vehicle scroll?" The young man surnamed Bai couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Does the Tang family deal in vehicles?"

“Exactly,” the president of the Divine Fire Club nodded. “You may not know this, but Tang Beng’s vehicle card is quite unique. In addition to its vehicle function, it can also transform into a humanoid mechanical combat device, which is very popular here now.”

The young man surnamed Bai clicked his tongue in amazement, secretly thinking that the Tang family was something special.

“Oh right, that’s Xue Lingling,” the president of the Divine Fire Club continued to point out. “Next to her is Wu Xian, the genius scroll painter who has been making waves recently, and is also Xue Lingling’s apprentice.”

Upon hearing this, the young man surnamed Bai couldn't help but glance at Xue Lingling a few more times.

Wu Xian, who was standing to the side, was completely ignored by him.

"She's quite unique."

The young man surnamed Bai couldn't help but complain about Xue Lingling's ghostly makeup.

As the crowd gradually recovered from their shock, the assessment continued.

However, due to Tang Tiaotiao's extraordinary score, the subsequent candidates inevitably paled in comparison. The "amateur group" candidates took the stage one after another.

Very few people scored more than 300 on the test.

After reading through it, the young man surnamed Bai couldn't help but feel somewhat disheartened.

However, this average score is more in line with his understanding of small, underdeveloped cities.

"How much soul weight did Xue Lingling measure back then?" the young man surnamed Bai couldn't help but wonder.

"If I remember correctly, it was nine and a half ounces."

"Nine and a half ounces, that's quite good," the young man surnamed Bai smiled knowingly. "It seems this mission of mine will be a little challenging."

That's what they said, but the young man surnamed Bai clearly exuded confidence.

Now, it was finally Wu Xian's turn to appear.

Among the crowd outside the venue, Yin Shuai's fan club immediately began to exert their efforts.

"The Yin Marshal Heavenly Venerable is the greatest under heaven!"

"Master Wu Xian, may your legacy endure for millennia!"

"Go, Dad! Use your skills to dazzle those doubters!"

The sudden display of "support" really startled the young man surnamed Bai. "They already have a fan base?"

“Yeah.” The club presidents nodded helplessly.

"They really haven't eaten anything of value," the young man surnamed Bai said with a mocking look. "Even a hyped-up scroll artist can gather such a bunch of brainless fans."

In larger cities, consumers are incredibly discerning; hype is useless, and quality is what truly matters.

However, the moment Wu Xian released the divine image on stage, the young man surnamed Bai suddenly became shocked and serious.

"Wow~ This art style, this spirit..."

Although Wu Xian hadn't started weighing himself yet, the young man surnamed Bai still had some discernment.

This necromancer-themed image is definitely something special.

At the same time, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Xian began to put pressure on the [Soul Balance].

"A very peculiar tool."

During the pressure application, Wu Xian could clearly feel a peculiar sense of force.

Just as he was hesitating whether to apply full pressure, he saw that the data on the soul scale had naturally jumped to more than ten taels.

Seeing this, Wu Xian decisively gave up applying all his pressure.

Ultimately, the balance of the soul remained stable at thirteen and a half ounces.

"Not bad."

Wu Xian was quite satisfied with the result; it was just right, not too much, not too little.

If you really put all the pressure on him, it could probably reach around seventeen or eighteen ounces.

The score of thirteen and a half ounces was enough to shock the entire audience.

After all, Xue Lingling only weighed nine and a half ounces back then.

It's just that Tang Tiaotiao appeared today, so Wu Xian's achievement doesn't seem so impressive.

"Hahaha—! I knew it!"

"The Yin General is mighty!"

"Haha, thirteen and a half ounces, invincible—!"

The fans of Yin Shuai outside the stadium have already started to cheer and shout.

Those who questioned Wu Xian were dumbfounded on the spot.

The art studio principal, in particular, could hardly believe his eyes.

No, is this reasonable?
It's already outrageous enough that a garbage worm from a shantytown could become a scroll painter, but...

On the high platform, Cui Wenxuan and Chen Shilong could not hide their satisfaction.

Off the field, Wang Fengnian, the patriarch of the Wang family, had a glint in his eyes and was secretly amazed.

Oh, leader, where did you pick up such a precious grandson?
Is this God's will?

Although they failed to bring down those self-proclaimed gods back then, perhaps they can try a different approach now: using magic to defeat magic.
At this moment, Mr. Wang, who was already over seventy years old, had his passion rekindled!

(End of this chapter)