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

Chapter 53 My good disciple, go!
Since she decided to create the club, everyone has been pessimistic, including her family elders.

In their view, it was unrealistic to start a club in a small place.

Even the dojo masters adopted an ambiguous attitude, neither opposing nor providing any support.

But she just wouldn't believe it!
At this moment, Mr. Wang Fengnian's sponsorship is like a shot in the arm for her, making her even more determined in her beliefs.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang," Xue Lingling said with high spirits, "My Ghost King Club will not let you down."

Wang Fengnian smiled without saying a word and strolled away.

The hustle and bustle fades, and people leave, leaving only a cold feeling.

The huge club was now only occupied by its members.

The grand scene just now seemed to be nothing more than a drama.

"Haha, I have great news to share with everyone," Xue Lingling said with a beaming smile, "Just now, our club successfully secured its first sponsor! Applause!"

Upon hearing this, the members were overjoyed and applauded enthusiastically.

"This is a good sign, indicating that our club's prospects have been recognized," Xue Lingling continued, "but this is just the beginning. In the future, our Ghost King Club will definitely become synonymous with Yaoyang City!"

Let's all work together!

The morale of the group was boosted, and their eyes were filled with anticipation for a bright future.

"Oh right, let me introduce him to everyone," Xue Lingling gestured for Wu Xian to come to her side and introduced him to the crowd, "His name is Wu Xian, a trainee scroll painter, my prized disciple, and he will be the vice president of our club from now on."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Du Yifan was utterly astonished. An apprentice scroll painter? A disciple?

In contrast, the other members looked on with confusion and doubt.

"Auntie, when did you take on your apprentice?" A young man who had just graduated from university asked in surprise. "Why didn't you tell your family about something so important?"

"Does Grandma need the family's permission to take on disciples?" Xue Lingling glared at her. "When the club was being built, why didn't they provide more sponsorship? They're all good at crying poor, humph!"

"But..." Xue Qingyang shut up awkwardly.

"Anyone who has a problem with this can come out and fight. If you can't win, then shut up." Xue Lingling knew that Wu Xian's sudden joining would make it difficult to gain the support of the crowd, but might makes right. "Good disciple, go for it! Otherwise, they'll think you're just a freeloader."

Wu Xian was both amused and exasperated.

Goodness, does Master Sister always handle things in such a simple and brutal way?
"Whoever can beat him will become the vice president. I, the president, keep my word," Xue Lingling said calmly.

Upon hearing this, all the club members were eager to try it out.

After all, Wu Xian looked like he had just graduated from high school and seemed easy to bully.

Even if I get the trainee scroll painter certificate, I probably won't be that good at it right now.

"Brother Zhou, go ahead! What are you waiting for?"

"The position of vice president is undoubtedly rightfully yours, Brother Zhou!"

"If you were to become the vice president, no one would have any objections."

"Brother Zhou has already condensed a divine diagram, so defeating him is a piece of cake."

All eyes turned to Zhou Qi.

In fact, before Wu Xian emerged, everyone had already assumed that Zhou Qi would be the future vice president.

However, Zhou Qi remained unusually rational and calm in the face of the crowd's encouragement and urging, saying, "I have no objection, whoever wants to go can go."

Just kidding, I still vividly remember the scene of that rooster barging straight into the nest.

Isn't his Netherworld Centipede just asking for trouble?
"..."

The members were stunned.

I just can't understand why Zhou Qi would back down.

Could it be that the chairman had already spoken to Zhou Qi beforehand?
"No objections, right?" Xue Lingling glanced at everyone with amusement. "Then the vice president position is decided."

Everyone looked at each other, hesitant.

Zhou Qi's lack of objection doesn't mean they have no objection.

"Auntie, you keep your word?" Xue Qingyang stepped forward with great interest. "Then I'll have to give it a try." Seeing Xue Qingyang take the initiative to stand up, the club members immediately became lively.

Nephew versus apprentice, connections versus connections—this is going to be a good show.

The key point is that Xue Qingyang fought his way up, and everyone recognizes his strength.

"..." Xue Lingling's forehead went black. "Go away, why are you meddling in this?"

But he couldn't resist his nephew actively seeking out abuse.

"I'm a club member too, why can't I participate?" Xue Qingyang stretched his limbs and gave Wu Xian a provocative look. "Everyone's watching."

Xue Lingling sighed helplessly. She was truly speechless about this nephew who was only a few years younger than her.

“Go easy on him,” Xue Lingling waved her hand, sounding a little annoyed. “My brother only has one son.”

Wu Xian smiled knowingly and stepped forward slowly.

Looking Xue Qingyang up and down, I must say, he does resemble Xue Lingling quite a bit, but compared to Xue Lingling's ghostly makeup, at least he looks a bit more normal.

"Please give me your guidance!" Wu Xian raised his hand in greeting.

"Your aunt's apprentice must also be a necromancer, right?" Xue Qingyang exuded the confidence and arrogance of a scion of a noble family. "Have you ever heard of my Xue family's necromancer scroll-drawing tradition?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw out a scroll, which surged with fourth-level spiritual energy, exuding an imposing aura.

With its silver axis and gold trim, this is undoubtedly an authentic and traditional scroll painting.

Then, under Wu Xian's curious gaze, the scroll unfurled out of thin air, transforming into a dense aura of yin energy and ferocity.

From the dark, ominous fog, a ferocious ghost gradually emerged, its hair standing on end like steel needles, its face bloodied and its teeth sharp, its entire body wrapped in a brightly colored, tattered garment.

"A four-star spirit painter, whose spiritual fluctuations seem quite high."

Wu Xian made a judgment in secret and immediately released the Black and White Impermanence to deal with it.

Although [Black and White Impermanence] only has a bronze axis three stars, its five-dimensional rating is strong enough, and it also has the advantage of being [original].

Most importantly, it's a job that matches your major!
It's a pity that Ox-Head and Horse-Face haven't been created yet, otherwise they would be even more suitable, since our Ox-Head and Horse-Face are masters of subduing evil spirits.

The appearance of the Second Master Wuchang immediately startled Xue Qingyang.

As the saying goes, experts see the details while laymen only see the spectacle. As a spirit master from a family of necromancers, he could naturally sense the extraordinary qualities of these twin necromancer-type painting spirits.

The other club members were more curious and amazed by the underworld figures of the Black and White Impermanence.

"What a bunch of weird and ugly things!"

"It's normal for a necromancer-themed scroll to be a bit ugly, but to be fair, this guy's scroll is quite unique."

"No wonder the president accepted him as an apprentice, this flavor is just right!"

"Tsk tsk, an original scroll painting with gold thread embroidery, but I wonder how good the artist's skill is?"

"Only three stars on the bronze axis, while Xue Qingyang's [Brutal Soul] is already four stars on the silver axis."

Judging solely from their rank and grade, everyone had already concluded that Wu Xian would fail.

Only Zhou Qi looked on with suspicion and uncertainty, "Isn't it supposed to be a rooster? How did it turn into a necromancer scroll?"

Does that mean this guy has more than just that one set of original illustrations?
Meanwhile, a chilling wind was blowing across the field, and a major battle was about to break out.

With a piercing shriek, the brutal and ferocious spirit struck first, its hideous and terrifying claws seemingly ready to tear everything apart.

Any other undead spirit would have been intimidated by this aura, but Wu Xian's two spirits, one black and one white, remained remarkably calm.

With a wave of the soul-summoning banner in his hand, Bai Wuchang suppressed the screeching, ferocious spirits that came at him with an invisible force, greatly reducing their momentum.

Immediately afterwards, Black Impermanence swung out a dark chain, binding him around the waist.

"Hiss~ Such a powerful and fierce aura!"

Wu Xian also immediately sensed the power of the brutal and malevolent spirit, and the Soul-Summoning Banner and Soul-Binding Chains were somewhat unable to suppress it.

It can only be said that the family's inherited scroll is quite something, especially considering it has the advantage of being a four-star silver axis.

(End of this chapter)