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

Chapter 257 Teaching New Apprentices

The Vajra Tiger King tribe was instantly thrown into chaos, as if facing a formidable enemy.

After seeing and feeling Bi Yuewu's power, they all fell into a state of existential doubt, and none of them dared to make a move against Bi Yuewu's true form above.

They then knelt down in unison, devoutly worshipping and begging for forgiveness, thus entering a "turning away from darkness into light" mode.

"Great Tiger King Holy Spirit, please forgive your devout people."

Then, tiny specks of faith emanated from the descendants of the Holy Spirit below, converging and merging into Bi Yuewu's body.

Under the nourishment of that faint light of faith, the four-star Bi Yuewu gradually rose to four and a half stars, and soon after, it directly stepped into the five-star realm.

At the same time, the [King Kong Tiger] totem in the center of the tribe began to stir restlessly.

The Vajra Tiger King Holy Spirit was clearly starting to get restless.

Looking at Xu Cunxin on the side, she had already fallen into a dazed state of "collapse of faith" from the moment the descendants of the Holy Spirit knelt down in unison.

Ouch——!
A tiger's roar shook the heavens and earth, and the Vajra Tiger King Holy Spirit leaped out from the totem, heading straight for Bi Yuewu.

The raging energy storm around him began to punish and slaughter his former followers.

"Great Tiger King Holy Spirit, please protect your devout people—!"

The descendants of the Holy Spirit of the tribe prayed in unison, and took up their weapons, activating the power of the Holy Spirit within them, to launch a siege against the Vajra White Tiger.

Upon seeing this, the Twenty-Eight Constellations diagram suddenly appeared above Wu Xian's head.

Now that the Twenty-Eight Constellations Divine Map is more than half complete, and with the recent refinement and improvement, its power is already incomparable to what it was before.

In particular, the [White Tiger Seven Mansions] section of the divine map, which has been fully lit up, is dazzling with starlight and exudes overwhelming power.

The rampaging Vajra Tiger King was instantly pierced and refined by the starlight projected by the White Tiger Seven Mansions, transforming into the condensed law of the Twenty-Eight Constellations Divine Diagram. It was completely refined without even producing any materials.

As the King Kong Tiger King fell, the entire instance space began to dissipate and blur.

You can still vaguely see the tribespeople below jubilantly worshipping and praising the great Tiger King and Holy Spirit.

The space shifted, and the three reappeared in the association's quiet room.

Cui Wenxuan leisurely sipped his tea, "You're out? Did you find the problem?"

But Xu Cunxin looked like a sculpture.

"What's wrong?" Cui Wenxuan asked in surprise.

"Maybe... my mentality has collapsed a bit?" Wu Xian awkwardly spread his hands and smiled.

Cui Wenxuan was confused, while Xu Cunxin gradually came to her senses and looked at Wu Xian with burning eyes, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

"What happened?"

Just as Cui Wenxuan was about to ask, he saw Xu Cunxin take a deep breath and stride forward.

Thump! He knelt down on both knees, his firm and burning gaze fixed on Wu Xian.

"Please accept me as your disciple! I will dedicate myself to my studies and live up to your teachings!"

In an instant, Cui Wenxuan's eyes widened, as if he were hallucinating.

What's going on? Is this a sign that he's about to become a Grandmaster?

On the other hand, Wu Xian and Xue Lingling were equally terrified.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Xue Lingling was flattered, as she was not yet mentally prepared to become the grandmaster of the Goddess.

"Please get up quickly," Wu Xian hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, but found that the difference in their spiritual power cultivation was too great, and he couldn't lift him up at all. "If you think my interpretation of the Holy Spirit is acceptable, we can sit down and discuss the Dao, so why are you doing this?"

But Xu Cunxin knelt down with a determined look in her eyes and bowed her head, saying, "Please, you must accept me as your disciple."

"Your Highness is of noble status, aren't you putting me in a difficult position?" Wu Xian said, both amused and exasperated.

He really couldn't accept such a high-ranking disciple!
Xu Cunxin's eyes reddened as she pleaded for help from Cui Wenxuan beside her. Although Cui Wenxuan didn't know what had happened inside, he understood Xu Cunxin's thoughts. "It's alright to accept it. Just don't announce it to the public for now, and it won't cause you any trouble."

“But…” Wu Xian hesitated.

"If you are willing to accept me, I am willing to give you everything!"

Xu Cunxin's eyes were burning with desire, and her proud face revealed a hint of pleading.

"Can you tell me why?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

“Your Holy Spirit scroll showed me the true Holy Spirit and gave me hope for revenge.”

The Holy Spirit Realm has always been the foundation and hope for her revenge.

Over the years, she has devoted herself to perfecting and optimizing the Holy Spirit Realm, hoping to one day find the power to confront the higher powers.

Now, she has truly seen it.

It's like a drowning person seeing a lifeline in despair.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, silently straightened his posture, and accepted Xu Cunxin's generous gift.

Only now could he clearly sense the empty, numb heart beneath Xu Cunxin's cold exterior—a pitiful person living in the world because of hatred.

Upon seeing this, Xu Cunxin's eyes streamed down her cheeks, and she cried out, "Disciple Xu Cunxin greets Master and Grandmaster!"

“Um… I’ll pass,” Xue Lingling quickly waved her hand and said, “We can just call each other sisters from now on.”

"Of course." Xu Cunxin smiled faintly.

Wu Xian asked with a complicated expression, "So what are you planning to do next? Stay here and learn from me?"

“Of course,” Xu Cunxin replied without hesitation, “It is my honor to be able to learn from Master.”

"Alright," Wu Xian said helplessly, looking up. "From now on, go to the club. Oh right, I have two disciples ahead of you, but given Her Highness's status, I'll skip the senior brothers and sisters."

Xu Cunxin was stunned. "Now that I have become your disciple, I must follow the rules."

Cui Wenxuan, who was already restless with curiosity, immediately began to ask about everything that had happened on Holy Spirit Island as soon as the apprenticeship ceremony ended.

After learning the whole story, I was completely shocked.

"So the Holy Spirit Scroll has such a fatal flaw?" Cui Wenxuan exclaimed in amazement.

Who would have thought that the Holy Spirit Dojo, with its thousand-year-old tradition, would have such a fatal flaw?

But that's not the point. The point is Wu Xian's interpretation and understanding of the concept of "Holy Spirit," a grand idea that is enough to transform the Holy Spirit Dojo.

Not long after, he returned to the club with Xu Cunxin.

To avoid causing too much trouble, Xu Cunxin was temporarily assigned as a contracted scroll painter for the club.

He then formally introduced Xu Cunxin to her senior brothers and sisters Chen Xu and Yao Xueer. Apart from that, no one else knew about their hidden master-disciple relationship.

Although Xu Cunxin didn't say it, Wu Xian could sense her eagerness to learn the craft.

Now that Wu Xian had accepted this disciple, he naturally had to take him seriously.

"Speaking of which, my approach to passing on knowledge is quite complex," Wu Xian said unhurriedly. "Would you be willing to learn other approaches?"

“Of course,” Xu Cunxin said noncommittally, “this disciple is not only studying the Holy Spirit Scroll system.”

For her, she was willing to engage with any type of scroll as long as it could grant her power.

Wu Xian nodded happily, "Speaking of which, I do have a piece that's not quite mature yet, but it's perfect for you to come up with a prototype."

"A suitable prototype for a disciple?" Xu Cunxin asked curiously.

“Hmm,” Wu Xian smiled slightly and began to tell a story, “In a distant era, when humans were still in the primitive age, a little girl accidentally drowned in the waves. The little girl’s unwillingness to accept death caused her soul to turn into a little bird.”

The girl hated the merciless sea for taking her young life. She would often bring pebbles and twigs and throw them into the sea, hoping to fill it up, day after day, year after year, without ever stopping…

(End of this chapter)