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

Chapter 71 The Malignant Turtles, the Exorcist

Wu Xian replied with a smile, "I'll advertise for the scroll and make some money."

"Didn't you already cooperate with my family? Why are you still short of money?" Tang Tiaotiao asked, puzzled.

"For us scroll painters, there's never enough money."

“Okay,” Tang Tiaotiao hadn’t yet realized the importance of money, “I’ll come find you in a bit, hehe, I’ll give you a surprise.”

Wu Xian chuckled silently.

It's obvious that Sister Jump has already condensed a soul divine image and is ready to show off to him.

To be honest, he was quite curious.

"Brother Wu, over here!"

Zhou Qi was waving at him from the crowd not far away.

Wu Xian hung up the phone and quickly went forward to join the others. "I didn't expect there to be so many people in the bubble competition."

"It's graduation season, so it's normal to have a lot of people," Xue Qingyang explained with a light laugh. "Every year during graduation season, a large number of recent graduates flock to the bubble competition, which is also the time when the bubble competition is most popular."

"Most popular?" Wu Xian asked in astonishment.

“Normally nobody pays attention to this,” Xue Qingyang said, shrugging. “The little bit of attention we get now is all thanks to the college students’ friends and family.”

Wu Xian remained silent.

I thought the job market in my previous life was tough enough, but I never imagined this world would be even tougher.

“Graduation season is also a crucial time to boost sales,” Zhou Qi added. “When fresh graduates enter the workforce, they inevitably need to equip themselves with several scrolls of paintings, especially in big cities, where the average purchase volume of fresh graduates can reach more than 3.5.”

Even in our Yaoyang City, it's around 1.8.

During our casual conversation, we learned that the qualifying rounds have already begun.

After receiving the instructions, the participants went to the corresponding venue to compete.

Wu Xian missed a day yesterday, so there will be two matchmaking battles today. If he gets enough wins before the end of the month, he can lock in a spot on the waiting list and then compete with other players on the waiting list.

Thirty players were ultimately selected to advance to the Bronze League and become proud professional players.

Wu Xian didn't care whether he advanced or not, since he was just temporarily stepping in to promote his own products and wouldn't have much time to compete later.

"Damn, another dump truck driver?"

"Can't these guys just get lost?"

"What's a broken vehicle scroll doing getting involved in the bubble race?"

"What's wrong with the Vehicle Scroll? You can't even beat the Vehicle Scroll."

"It's just sour grapes."

"Damn it, I feel like Optimus Prime is going to ruin this round of the bubble tournament."

The players watched the projection screen in the arena and kept complaining.

Yesterday's competition saw three contestants bring along "Brother Zhuzi," which certainly caused quite a stir among the other contestants.

Judging from the combat power that Pillar Brother has shown so far, ordinary battle scrolls may not necessarily be a match for him.

This disgusted the players who had been struggling in the qualifying rounds for years.

Every player in the regular qualifying rounds saves every penny and goes to great lengths to equip themselves with the best skills, all in order to make it into the professional arena.

But now, these dump truck drivers can make a name for themselves in the bubble race with just a vehicle scroll.

Who could feel at peace with that?
To put it simply, these dump truck drivers have now become synonymous with "cancer" on the racing field.

"To be honest, Tang's dump truck is really good," Zhou Qi couldn't help but exclaim, "It's better than most combat-type mechanical scrolls on the market."

“That young master of the Tang family is indeed a talented person,” Xue Qingyang agreed.

Wu Xian listened silently from the side, smiling without saying a word.

The matches went on round after round, with club players taking turns on the field.

Shortly after, a club member who had unfortunately encountered a dump truck driver walked off the field cursing, "What a piece of junk, I almost lost."

Those who watched the whole thing were also shocked.

This battle was extremely dangerous.

"Xiao Liu's [Charming Ghost King] mainly uses mental attacks, so it's definitely at a disadvantage against the Mechanical Scroll," Xue Qingyang analyzed and comforted him. "Other Ghost Kings should have no problem dealing with that dump truck."

"That's true, but I still feel unbalanced," a club member named Liu Feng complained, feeling frustrated.

“Yeah, it’s making me want to get a dump truck too, so I can work as a miner and make some money.” “You can only buy it if you can actually get it,” another club member joked. “The orders for Optimus Prime are booked until next year, unless you buy it from a scalper at a higher price.”

While everyone was discussing, Wu Xian also received a text message reminder that he was going to go on stage.

[Wu Xian, player from the Ghost King Club, please proceed to Arena 7 to prepare. The match will begin in five minutes.]

"My turn~ My turn."

Wu Xian was filled with excitement and was getting impatient.

"Go, Vice President!"

Everyone turned their attention to the big screen in Hall 7, showing no concern for Wu Xian's strength.

Wu Xian strode into Arena No. 7.

After a short wait, his opponent also hurriedly walked in. Upon seeing the Ghost King Club badge on Wu Xian's body, a strange sense of confidence appeared on his lips.

"A member of the Demon King Club? Sorry, but I, the [Exorcist], have the exclusive right to control your necromancy-themed scrolls!"

"An exorcist?" Wu Xian was stunned and speechless.

“That’s right,” the opponent was a young man in his twenties, wearing a brand-new apprentice scroll painter badge on his chest. “This scroll painter has devoted many years to studying and has finally succeeded in drawing the great exorcist. Today, I’ll take action against your Ghost King Club!”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tossed out a copper scroll.

As the holy light shone, the outline of a cross vaguely appeared, eventually transforming into the image of an exorcist dressed in a black missionary robe.

Wu Xian's expression was strange.

Good grief, a cross has even appeared?

Although it differs slightly from the image of Western exorcists, it is still quite similar in general.

Tsk tsk~ I feel like the cultural composition of this world is a bit complicated!

"Come on, hurry up."

Wu Xian silently straightened the Ghost King Club badge on his chest, afraid that the viewers in the live broadcast room would not see it, and then raised his hand to throw out a copper scroll [Black and White Impermanence] copy.

Unfortunately, both the bubble tournament and the bronze-tier league can only use bronze-axis scrolls, while his [Black and White Impermanence] scrolls have already been upgraded to silver-axis scrolls.

“You wretched creatures of the underworld,” the young man said, his confidence growing as he saw the Black and White Impermanence. “Great exorcist, please banish these pitiful souls!”

The exorcist's spirit held a scripture in his hands, a holy light emanating from his head, and was about to punish the Black and White Impermanence.

However, when the holy light shone on the Black and White Impermanence, they remained calm and composed, only slightly uncomfortable.

"This is what you call sanctions? It doesn't seem very effective, does it?" Wu Xian teased.

Just kidding, Black and White Impermanence are legitimate, officially recognized ghosts and deities, and besides, the sacred power of the West has no jurisdiction over them.

At most, it only has some attribute advantage, and that's all.

"Impossible... How could this happen..."

The young man looked utterly bewildered, unable to believe what was happening.

"Come here, Second Master Wuchang, let's perform a ritual to send this exorcist on his way."

As Wu Xian smiled, the Black and White Impermanence calmly made their move.

With a flick of his soul-summoning banner, Bai Wuchang caused the exorcist Hua Ling to become momentarily dazed. Unfortunately, Hua Ling didn't have the concept of "soul," otherwise he would have directly drawn out Hua Ling's soul.

Then, the Black Impermanence's Soul-Binding Chains tightly bound him, continuing to erode his power.

Before long, the exorcist Hua Ling could no longer hold on.

"I surrender!"

Seeing that the exorcist's spirit was dimming and on the verge of collapse, the young man quickly admitted defeat.

Wu Xian calmly stopped, took out his phone and glanced at the live broadcast of the match, his lips twitching slightly.

It's ridiculous that there were only twenty or thirty viewers in my live stream of this match.

It seems I'll have to ask my master for advice on how to "spend money" on the game, otherwise it will be difficult to make the Yin Shuai (a type of male character) become popular quickly.

"How could this be? Why isn't your Scroll of the Dead afraid of my exorcist?"

The defeated young man secretly questioned the meaning of life and held a grudge about it.

“The dead are also divided into levels,” Wu Xian said with a glance. “You, as an exorcist, are only good at dealing with ordinary dead and monsters. You are far from qualified to deal with my Black and White Impermanence.”

(End of this chapter)