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

Chapter 162 Lost Treasure Money
"President, something's wrong!" several team members exclaimed in alarm.

The middle-aged scroll painter's expression shifted between light and dark.

These insect monsters were clearly there to rescue the insect-transformed demon, but the more they did so, the more valuable the insect-transformed demon became.

"Prepare to retreat!"

At a command, the team members began to break out of the encirclement.

But the middle-aged scroll painter was clearly not going to give up easily. While forcefully reclaiming the Divine Dog Golden Scroll, he raised his hand and threw out another scroll of gold-coated, silver-edged utensils.

The scroll unfurled out of thin air, transforming into a dark red collar radiating a strange power.

As the collar rotated, it projected an astonishing power of law.

"what is that?!"

Wu Xian and the Xue family members were secretly alarmed.

At this moment, Xue Zhengying suddenly began to scream in pain. Under the illumination of the red collar, her body rapidly swelled, revealing even more terrifying insectoid features.

Even the Pleiades Star Lord felt a strange discomfort under the red light of the necklace, and his body began to unconsciously reveal its true nature.

"Damn it, let go of my second brother—!"

Xue Lingling cried out in alarm and anger, the power of the Ghost King Divine Diagram above her head surged, and another, even more magnificent divine diagram appeared above the Ghost King Divine Diagram, which was the divine diagram corresponding to the Ghost King Aye.

Master Xue and the others also took action, trying to stop the strange scroll.

"A vain struggle!"

The middle-aged scroll artist gave a disdainful sneer, seemingly possessing a strong sense of confidence in the golden scroll necklace in his hand.

Wu Xian stared intently at the dark red collar spinning in the air.

Gold axis, silver edge, six and a half stars, yet it's just a copy.

This is clearly not the work of the middle-aged scroll painter himself, but more likely the work of another powerful scroll painter.

Seeing Xue Zhengying struggling in pain, the Xue family members were extremely anxious.

At the critical moment, the Five Gods of Wealth image unfolded above Wu Xian's head, and the Treasure-Gathering Celestial Venerable Xiao Sheng and the Treasure-Receiving Celestial Venerable Cao Bao appeared.

"Um?!"

The middle-aged scroll painter was initially taken aback by the imposing presence of the Five Gods of Wealth in the painting.

But upon seeing that it was two bronze scrolls depicting three stars, he almost burst out laughing on the spot. "Hehe, this divine image does have some grandeur, but the scroll itself is far from impressive!"

Using two bronze scrolls to deal with him is just too ridiculous.

The middle-aged scroll painter's smile vanished the next second.

With the combined efforts of the two bronze scroll spirits, a golden coin with small wings flew out. It was round with a square hole, and its surface was engraved with ancient and mysterious inscriptions.

The precious coin flew past, and the dark red collar he was controlling suddenly disconnected from him.

The dark red necklace, now faded and fallen, was swept away by the precious coin and ended up in Wu Xian's hands.

"A demon-suppressing collar?"

Wu Xian sensed the aura emanating from this scroll of artifacts and was secretly surprised.

This artifact scroll is incredibly powerful, both in terms of its materials and the aura of laws it exudes. It must have a very impressive background.

"What?!" The middle-aged scroll painter was shocked. Seeing the precious scroll fall into Wu Xian's hands, he shouted anxiously, "Boy, give me back my precious scroll!"

As he spoke, three more mythical beast spirits emerged from the mythical beast painting above his head and rushed toward Wu Xian to snatch it.

With a calm chuckle, Wu Xian put the necklace scroll into his Qiankun bag. A wealth-filled aura emanated from him, and the God of Wealth appeared beside him.

The black tiger beneath him roared, intimidating the three strange beast spirits. With a flick of its steel whip, lightning surged forth.

The gold ingot in his hand was raised and thrown out, and under the nourishment of the rich wealth energy, it quickly expanded, resembling a golden mountain that blotted out the sky.

The three mythical beast spirits on the other side were immediately struck and left dizzy.

Meanwhile, the Xue family had already rescued Xue Zhengying. Third Master Xue used a strange talisman to put him into a deep sleep and immediately placed him in an ebony coffin.

"withdraw!"

Following Master Xue's signal, the group quickly began their breakout and retreat. The middle-aged scroll painter, stunned by the attack, turned ferocious and led his men in pursuit, only to be thwarted by an increasing number of insectoid monsters.

After all, the swarm was only wary of Wu Xian, who possessed the power of the Pleiades Star Lord, not of them.

On the other hand, Wu Xian and his group, under the strong intimidation of Pleiades Star Lord, quickly broke through the encirclement of countless insect swarms.

The figure of the middle-aged scroll painter in the background was quickly engulfed and obscured by the swarm of insects.

"Little one, we owe you a lot this time!"

Master Xue breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude to Wu Xian.

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying shockwave swept out from behind, and the endless insectoids were annihilated as if they had been blown up.

The group, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, turned around in shock.

Under the control of the middle-aged scroll painter, the pure white divine dog-like beast roared to the sky, as if calling for something. It seemed that a powerful force descended from the sky and flowed into the divine dog-like beast's body.

At this moment, the divine dog and mythical beast seemed to be possessed by a true god, its long white fur flying everywhere, bathed in a golden divine light.

The roar shook the heavens and earth, the golden divine light became even more dazzling, and a terrifying pressure swept out, directly approaching Wu Xian and the others.

Master Xue's expression changed drastically, and he murmured in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly, "Luo...Luo Shen?!"

"The Fallen God?" Wu Xian was completely confused.

Before the words were even finished, the mythical dog-like beast charged towards the group with overwhelming force, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Just then, two figures of nine-star golden scrolls arrived in time, blocking the attack of the divine hound beast with all their might, while simultaneously spreading a circle of spatial power that enveloped everyone and disappeared without a trace.

The next second, Wu Xian and his group appeared outside the Zerg dimensional rift, still shaken and terrified.

Mayor Chen Shih-lung stood aside with a sigh of relief, his gaze fixed intently on the depths of the dimensional rift.

"Mayor?!"

Wu Xian exclaimed in surprise, curiously examining the two nine-star golden scrolls beside Chen Shilong. He felt that something was different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Thank you so much for your help, Mayor." After calming down, Third Master Xue and Xue Zhengheng quickly expressed their gratitude.

“It’s alright,” Chen Shilong waved his hand indifferently, then asked doubtfully, “That scroll painter’s background… is not simple, it’s better to avoid him as much as possible.”

Xue Lingling looked at Chen Shilong with a complicated expression. "Could he be a scion of some prestigious family from the Beast Dojo?"

Chen Shilong shook his head in silence, without saying anything more.

"Speaking of which, is your Xue family lacking divine power fragments again?" Chen Shilong changed the subject, seemingly puzzled. "Why did you bring Master Wu to such a dangerous place?"

"It's a long story," said Master Xue, clearly not wanting to reveal Xue Zhengying's affairs. "I will thank the mayor in person later."

After saying a few words of polite conversation, he led the Xue family members to take their leave.

Chen Shilong watched the Xue family's group leave, lost in thought, muttering to himself.

"Was that Zerg demon Xue Zhengying? How did he survive being trapped in the Zerg dimension back then?"

……

"Wow, the mayor is that capable?"

On the way back, Wu Xian couldn't help but sigh with curiosity.

"That's natural." Third Master Xue chuckled.

"Those two nine-star golden scrolls look strange. They must be quite important, right?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

Master Xue shook his head awkwardly, "I really don't know. It seems that all the mayors have used the same few gold certificates for quite some time now."

"Ah? A golden scroll passed down from generation to generation of mayors?" Wu Xian was secretly shocked.

It's important to understand that it's not easy for a scroll painting to be passed down, since you never know when it might break.

Furthermore, since the original illustrator is no longer around, any damage incurred during the process is irreversible and irreparable.

Therefore, any scroll that can be passed down for several generations is a truly high-quality, top-tier item.

(End of this chapter)