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

Chapter 184 Three-Party Hints
"The upper class?" Xue Lingling asked, puzzled. "People from big cities?"

Grandpa Wang Fengnian shook his head and explained, "A bunch of self-proclaimed gods, high and mighty, who look down on us lower classes as ants, are parasites who like to manipulate everything from behind the scenes."

"what?"

Wu Xian, Xue Lingling, and the others were all dumbfounded.

"Does that mean there's another world above the one we live in?"

Cui Wenxuan remained noncommittal, saying, "It's said to be a world completely isolated from distortion and pollution. We've never been up there, but it must be a good place."

Upon hearing this, the young people present felt somewhat disillusioned.

But Cui Wenxuan and his two companions didn't seem to care about it.

"Tell me quickly how you subdued that upper collar," Cui Wenxuan said with great interest. "Although it's just a dog collar, it's really not easy to deal with ordinary scrolls."

Wu Xian was still in shock from the collapse of his worldview, so he gave a brief explanation of the unique ability of the [Falling Treasure Coin].

"Such ingenious scroll-drawing ability?" Cui Wenxuan exclaimed in surprise. "Not bad, not bad at all. As expected of my little grand-disciple, you have a bright future."

Chen Shilong and Wang Fengnian's eyes were also full of admiration and satisfaction.

It seems that being able to disgust the upper class is a very satisfying thing.

"Does that mean they're above the nine major martial arts schools?" Xue Lingling couldn't understand. "What...why do they have that right?"

“There’s no such thing as being superior or not,” Cui Wenxuan laughed. “In fact, they don’t care. They even have a strong aversion to our lower world and generally don’t come to our lower world to cause trouble.”

Wu Xian and a group of young people were full of curiosity.

However, Cui Wenxuan and his two companions did not know anything about the so-called upper world; they only knew that such a group of people existed.

"Has no one ever managed to get past it?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

“There were a few times, but they almost all died.” Cui Wenxuan shrugged helplessly.

Wu Xian couldn't help but gasp. "Just what kind of beings are they? Powerful scroll painters or something else?"

“From what I’ve gathered, they’re probably more than just scroll painters,” Mayor Chen Shilong pondered. “But what’s certain is that they seem to wield a much more powerful force.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian and his group didn't ask any further questions.

But Wu Xian could sense that these three seniors were clearly hiding something.

Cui Wenxuan changed the subject with a laugh, looking at Xue Zhengying with interest. "Not bad, not bad, still as outstanding as back then. With you two siblings here, it's time for your Xue family to rise up."

"Lend your blessings."

Xue Zhengying smiled awkwardly. As the former president of the Provincial Scroll Painters Association, Cui Wenxuan naturally knew him.

Moreover, he always felt that Cui Wenxuan had seen through his special circumstances, but just hadn't said it outright.

He had previously worried that his special circumstances might not be accepted by people.

Judging from Chairman Cui's reaction, he doesn't seem to reject him, or rather, he doesn't reject the Zerg demons.

"Alright, the matter has been resolved, and I should go deal with the mess that the association is messing up," Cui Wenxuan stood up first. "By the way, that bastard from the Wang family will definitely not let this go, and he will probably target you properly in the subsequent Gold Rank League."

Over the years, relying on the power and influence of those in higher positions, they've turned the provincial Gold Rank League into a complete mess. It's time someone puts them in their place.

Wu Xian and Xue Lingling weren't stupid; they naturally understood what Cui Wenxuan meant.

Then, Mayor Chen Shilong and Mr. Wang Fengnian also left one after another.

The Underworld Club has returned to its former tranquility.

The appearance of the upper class and the Wang family cast a shadow over Wu Xian and Xue Lingling's hearts.

Is there really such a special group of people who are high above others in this world?

"My dear disciple, what do you think?" Xue Lingling asked thoughtfully.

"We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way," Wu Xian smirked. "Let's break their lackeys first."

To be honest, he really wanted to visit that so-called upper world someday. "I will go back to seclusion now and strive to create the great Ghost Emperor as soon as possible."

Xue Lingling, looking full of fighting spirit, went back into seclusion once again.

Wu Xian silently returned to his room.

After some hesitation, I dialed Mr. Wang's number.

Grandpa Wang answered immediately, clearly he was also waiting for him.

"Back then, did my grandfather offend those so-called high-ranking people?" Wu Xian asked, directly voicing his doubts.

“That’s right,” Wang Fengnian said calmly, but with a hint of hatred in his voice. “For thousands of years, anyone who has touched their interests and authority has been ruthlessly eliminated.”

"Interests? What interests?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

“You’ll understand later,” Wang Fengnian took a deep breath. “Just know that they all deserve to die.”

Wu Xian took a deep breath and silently hung up the phone.

We've finally found our real enemy.

Although we don't know what the old man went through back then, one thing is certain: those so-called upper-class people would never let it go.

Or to put it another way, the fact that the old man is still alive is a provocation to them.

"The upper world? A realm that claims to be gods?"

Cui Wenxuan, Chen Shilong, and Wang Fengnian all clearly had their own thoughts and purposes, but they were all obviously hinting that he should go and mess with the Wang family.

He could distrust Cui Wenxuan and Chen Shilong, but Wang Fengnian, with his grandfather's connections, was someone he could trust.

"You like playing with dogs, right?"

As Wu Xian pondered for a moment, a series of awesome dogs quickly came to mind.

Moreover, there is one of them in the current Twenty-Eight Constellations diagram.

However, since we're going to the Gold League, we naturally need to create the Gold Axis [Lou Jingou].

In addition, the forceful attack by the Wang family's lackeys today made him realize a serious problem: the club members' strength also needs to be improved.

If any great difficulties arise in the future, the members will be my strongest support.

He immediately contacted President Cui Wenxuan via WeChat, "President Cui, can you get your hands on high-quality canine materials?"

Hehe, since you all want me to go through this ordeal, you should at least show some sincerity, right?
"Yes," Cui Wenxuan replied decisively, "Come and get it directly."

Wu Xian understood and rode his flying sword towards the association.

As he expected, Cui Wenxuan had already prepared the materials and had been waiting in the reception room for a long time.

"Please sit down, my little grand-disciple," Cui Wenxuan said, sipping his tea and gesturing for Wu Xian to sit down. "I know you must have many questions in your mind, but some things involve the secrets of my association and are not convenient to disclose."

Of course, you can also choose to become a member of the association.

Wu Xian chuckled and tentatively asked, "Does the association have a grudge against the higher-ups?"

"Looking across the entire lower class, who hasn't suffered some oppression and grievances from the upper class?" Cui Wenxuan said noncommittally.

"Since the upper echelons are so powerful, why do you still want to lure them out?"

Cui Wenxuan laughed and said, "The upper class used to be so strong that it was despair-inducing, but the lower class is no longer as weak as it used to be. Once they come down, they're really not that bad."

"Really?" Wu Xian was secretly surprised. "What's the point of luring them down here?"

“The key materials for the black axis are only available to them,” Cui Wenxuan said with a squinting smile.

Wu Xian was startled. "They control the key materials for the black axis?"

“That’s one way to put it,” Cui Wenxuan nodded and smiled. “Of course, besides that reason, there’s also a bit of personal grudge involved.”

(End of this chapter)