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

Chapter 52 The Ghost King Club is Established

Wu Xian naturally had no reason to hesitate about something that was easy for him to do.

As they hurried over, Chicken King and Hornet General appeared at the same time.

"Huh~ Chicken King is already three and a half stars?"

During this period, I haven't really used Chicken King and Divine Tiger much, and the two scrolls have quietly risen to three and a half stars.

It seems my first batch of scroll painting clients put in a lot of effort!

As mentioned before, upgrading the dungeon scroll can bring improvements and benefits to the original work.

The current situation where Chicken King and Divine Tiger are "AFK" leveling up is obviously related to Zhao He, Huang Mao, the old man, and those two crybabies from Xuantian Academy.

Cluck cluck—!
The rooster king's distant crow instantly terrified the rampaging insect monsters.

Then, a shadowy figure in yellow and black streaks swept past.

Its tail spikes flashed with a cold light as it skimmed the water like a dragonfly.

The Zerg monsters' souls were already weak, so how could they withstand the Soul-Devouring Sting of the Wasp Commander?

The insect monsters were struck as if by lightning, their bodies trembling on the spot, but they seemed to be frozen in place, entering a "disconnected" state.

The body is not dead yet, but the soul has been destroyed by the Soul-Devouring Poison.

The panicked crowd was filled with surprise and doubt, their eyes looking at Wu Xian with longing and admiration.

Wu Xian stepped forward, collected the corpses of several insect monsters, and calmly left, leaving behind a heroic silhouette.

It was already evening when I returned to my new residence.

Although I didn't get to participate in the Zerg raid, it was still a very rewarding day.

In particular, the tattoo artist's "human body scroll art" is definitely a technique worth exploring and developing.

He casually refined and absorbed the corpses of those insect monsters, devouring them completely.

"Huh~ It's just an ordinary second-tier insect monster, not an elite monster, yet it actually contains a bit of rare spirituality."

This surprised Wu Xian.

Could it be that the mother insect that conceives them is special?
Looks like I'll have to be careful when I go to Zerg dungeons in the future.

It's important to know that the "production" of Zerg monsters is quite large. If you can find a similar mother Zerg, you can help it produce rare spiritual energy continuously.

That night, the old man, Wu Mingchang, returned home, and his mood was clearly not right.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Xian asked with concern.

"I've been thinking about some important memories," the old man said, deep in thought, "and I might need to take a long trip."

"Huh?" Wu Xian was surprised. "I'll go with you."

"We don't know exactly how long we'll be gone," the old man shook his head and said, "Fortunately, Xian'er is all grown up now and should be able to take care of himself."

As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of paper.

"The phone number above belongs to one of Grandpa's old comrades-in-arms. If he encounters any difficulties in the future, he can contact him."

Wu Xian took the note in surprise, feeling inexplicably uneasy, as if the old man was making arrangements for his final affairs.

"Are you thinking of your enemies?" Wu Xian's mind raced. Having read many novels in his previous life, various guesses and possibilities quickly surfaced in his mind. "Could it be that you were harmed by villains back then? My parents didn't die in the dimensional calamity? Or is there another hidden story?"

Our family wasn't an ordinary family before?
Or perhaps you've become embroiled in some political struggle, or learned some incredible secret that has implicated our family?
Who exactly were you back then?

The old man was stunned for a moment, then said irritably, "What are you thinking? Where did all this melodramatic plot come from?"

"Then why are you being so mysterious?"

"..." The old man shook his head, both amused and exasperated. "Many things are not as complicated as you think. It's just not convenient to tell you right now. Just focus on being a scroll painter and don't overthink it."

Wu Xian knew he wouldn't get any information, but his intuition told him that the old man's identity back then was definitely not simple.

How long will it take?

"It could take one or two years, or as long as three to five years."

"Then wait two more days, and your grandson will get you a set of awesome scrolls so you won't be bullied."

"A scroll?" The old man was slightly taken aback. "Just wait for me to come back. It's not as dangerous as you think."

After saying that, he disappeared in a blur without waiting for Wu Xian's reaction.

Wu Xian was stunned.

Holy crap, teleportation?!

Is it possible to achieve the same result if one cultivates the spiritual energy cultivation method that the old man taught him to a certain level?

Goodness, just how powerful was this old man back then?
We've been inseparable for over ten years, and suddenly we're separated. I feel so empty inside.

It's hard for him not to have wild thoughts about the old man's identity.

As for the phone number on that note, it's best not to contact it unless absolutely necessary, lest you incur a huge favor for the old man. I didn't sleep a wink all night.

The next day, I still felt empty inside, and a set of physical training exercises did not alleviate the feeling.

"Alas, even when grandfathers travel a thousand miles, their grandchildren still worry!"

Shortly after, I received a call from my cheap master sister urging me to get up and go out.

……

New urban area, core urban area.

The Ghost King Club, located in a prime commercial area, was officially inaugurated today.

Bigwigs from all walks of life in Yaoyang City arrived to show their support for the Ghost King Club, and various media outlets also arrived early to start live streaming.

The creation of a new club is a big deal for a city.

On the high platform, Xue Lingling, the center of attention, chatted and laughed with various bigwigs from Yaoyang City.

Meanwhile, the first batch of club members, selected through multiple rounds of screening, had already arrived, each one proudly standing tall and enjoying the attention of the crowd.

Wu Xian arrived late and it took him a long time to squeeze in.

There was no other way. I thought that with Brother Zhuzi around, even if we took the truck lane and went a bit further, it would be faster.

Unfortunately, as soon as Brother Zhuzi hit the road, he was surrounded and intercepted by various vehicles. Helpless, he had to pack up Brother Zhuzi halfway and escape the scene, taking a taxi to get there.

When Xue Lingling saw him arrive, she gestured for him to quickly join the ranks.

"I'm sorry everyone, we're late."

The arrival of this unfamiliar member drew puzzled glances from the crowd, but two acquaintances recognized him.

Zhou Qi, standing at the front of the line, narrowed his eyes: "It's him?!"

The beloved disciple the president mentioned was actually him?

Du Yifan, on the other hand, looked like he was questioning the meaning of life.

"Hey, bro, what are you doing here?" Du Yifan exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't you say you didn't register?"

"I am grateful for the president's appreciation."

Wu Xian gave a dry laugh and made an excuse.

The other members' eyes clearly betrayed a hint of skepticism.

It should be noted that even the Xue family members had all genuinely qualified through the selection competition.

How could someone get in without even participating?
With the unveiling ceremony about to begin, Du Yifan didn't press for details and solemnly began to observe the ceremony.

Wu Xian didn't recognize any of the bigwigs on stage, except for the mayor, whom he had seen in the news.

The entire ceremony was tedious and boring, almost as dull as a speech given by the principal in my previous life.

clang!
As the bells rang, the club was officially unveiled, accompanied by the firing of cannons, and the scene was filled with jubilation.

On stage, Xue Lingling politely bid farewell to the various bigwigs.

Those present were all wealthy tycoons from Yaoyang City. How much sponsorship the club could get in the future would depend entirely on these big shots.

"My niece Xue is ambitious, I have high hopes for you!"

The mayor has a kind face, but his smile always seems forced.

"Lend your blessings."

Xue Lingling politely saw the mayor off, but secretly sneered in her heart.

Then an old man came over, and I quickly went to see him off. “Grandpa Wang, take your time. Don’t worry, as soon as your grandson gets his internship certificate, I will invite him to join us immediately.”

"Alright, I know my grandson's abilities perfectly well," Wang Fengnian joked. "He's got guts to start a club in our little town. I like that."

“It should have been done a long time ago, shouldn’t it?” Xue Lingling said with a smile.

Wang Fengnian shook his head and smiled, then asked meaningfully, "I just don't know if this is your own idea, or the idea of ​​the Necromancer's Guild?"

"Is there a difference?" Xue Lingling frowned.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fengnian immediately understood the answer and suddenly said, "I'll have my assistant talk to you about the sponsorship later. Consider it an old man taking a gamble with you."

"Huh?" Xue Lingling was both surprised and delighted. "Are you sure?"

"What, you don't want it?" Old Master Wang asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Yes, of course!" The sudden sponsorship almost knocked Xue Lingling unconscious. "You can't go back on your word, sir."

What she cared about wasn't just the sponsorship fee, but the recognition and support.

(End of this chapter)