Chapter 103: A False Alarm
As a Mechanical Dojo inner court disciple, she had seen all kinds of brilliant scroll painters.
She had also interacted with many outstanding young people from other dojos.
No one had ever given her such a suffocating feeling.
You know, every dojo disciple has the inheritance and precipitation of their family for thousands of years behind them.
How does that saying go?
After ten years of studying behind closed doors, how can you compare to the efforts of several generations of others?
But Wu Xian’s appearance seemed to break this conventional conclusion.
“No, this person absolutely cannot be some ordinary mud-legged grassroots,” Tang Qingxuan’s eyes flickered uncertainly, “Could he be from some declining and vanished founding family?”
Right, it must be that!
Otherwise, it simply can’t be explained.
It seems necessary to investigate properly.
“Damn it,” Tang Qingxuan painfully stroked her cheek, wiping the footprint off her face, “He really won’t leave any face at all?”
The more Tang Qingxuan thought about it, the angrier she got. In all her life, this was the first time she had encountered such a “ruthless” man.
But after getting angry to the end, an inexplicable strange feeling inexplicably arose in her heart, her cheeks flushed red.
To be fair, that kid’s moves when he got close to her and that ferocity were actually quite handsome.
After her whole body’s injuries had mostly recovered, it was already the early morning of the next day.
Tang Qingxuan quietly jumped through the window back to her room.
The next second, she saw Tang Tiaotiao sitting prettily on her bed, “Qingxuan sis, where did you go so early in the morning?”
“…” Tang Qingxuan’s expression was slightly stiff.
“Ah~ Why are you all dirty, and there are injury marks,” Tang Tiaotiao exclaimed in surprise, filled with righteous indignation, “Did someone bully you? Tell me, I’ll get justice for you!”
Tang Qingxuan awkwardly waved her hand, “Last night I was bored, so I went to a dimension instance over here and wandered around, encountered a few powerful monsters.”
“Oh, like that,” Tang Tiaotiao breathed a sigh of relief, “But sis Qingxuan, why didn’t you call me when you went to a dimension instance?”
“Uh, the instance sis went to is pretty high level, you’re not quite suitable yet.”
Tang Tiaotiao pouted reluctantly, “Then can you take me next time?”
“Yeah, we’ll go together when there’s a chance someday.”
“Hee hee.” Tang Tiaotiao was finally satisfied.
“By the way, Tiaotiao,” Tang Qingxuan suddenly asked, “That classmate of yours called Wu Xian, is he really from a grassroots background?”
Tang Tiaotiao was puzzled and stunned, “Why is sis Qingxuan suddenly asking about Little Xianzi?”
“Curious,” Tang Qingxuan made up casually: “Yesterday I studied his match carefully, and felt that his set of scroll paintings has quite a bit of potential, not like the level an unconventional path scroll painter should have.”
“Sis Qingxuan also thinks Little Xianzi is excellent?” Tang Tiaotiao’s little eyes lit up, “Just bring Little Xianzi to the Mechanical Dojo together.”
Her thinking was very simple; if she had Wu Xian with her, she would be happier in the Mechanical Dojo.
Then she and Wu Xian, the old partners, would cooperate in the Mechanical Dojo to incorporate a bunch of henchmen and make the gang big and strong.
Thinking about it, she was a little expectant.
“Although this person has quite a bit of talent, he’s not a Mechanical System Scroll Painter after all, so he’s not very suitable for our Mechanical Dojo.” Tang Qingxuan smiled: “Moreover, he has now apprenticed under Xue Lingling, and in the future will probably be from the Undead Dojo.”
“Okay then.” Tang Tiaotiao pouted in disappointment.
It’s a pity the Mechanical Dojo seems to look down on the Autobot Series, saying the Autobots have “absolutely no” law network.
…
In North Street District, in Third Master Xue’s dirty and messy room.
Under Third Master Xue’s indication, Wu Xian was repeatedly extracting and deconstructing the spiritual structures of various materials, inwardly full of doubt.
“Try this one again.”
Third Master Xue oddly handed over another portion of materials.
“Again?” Wu Xian was baffled, “We’ve been deconstructing all night.”
“What do you know, this is basic training!” Third Master Xue said seriously: “Try this core material from a fifth order monster.”
Wu Xian was helpless and could only diligently extract and deconstruct it.
Third Master Xue watched with increasing shock, frowning tightly: “Kid, did you learn pigment mixing from someone else before?”
“No.” Wu Xian answered without thinking.
“Then why are your basics so solid?”
“Solid?” Wu Xian looked odd; he really didn’t know how solid his basics were, “Isn’t it just extracting and deconstructing the spiritual substances in materials?”
Third Master Xue said seriously with stern eyes: “I see that in your extraction and deconstruction process, your handling of impurity spirituality is quite exquisite, clearly properly trained.”
“You mean the impurities?” Wu Xian realized, “That might be related to my usual practice method.”
“Practice method?” Third Master Xue was puzzled.
Wu Xian simply explained his early days when he had no money, using various scrap materials to explore and research on his own through hardship.
Although he had money now, he still liked to practice with scrap materials others didn’t want.
On one hand, it was frugality and making the best use of everything.
On the other hand, it was also leaving some rice bowl for Blondie and those trash big shots.
Moreover, he didn’t think scrap materials were bad at all; except for more impurities, there was no difference in other aspects.
“You mean, you’ve always been practicing and researching with those scrap materials others don’t want?” Third Master Xue showed a strange expression, “So many impurities, not troublesome?”
“Saves money,” Wu Xian said indifferently: “And once you’re used to it, handling them isn’t that troublesome.”
“…”
Third Master Xue’s mouth twitched; for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
So this kid has been doing “weight training” all along?
No wonder his handling of impurity spirituality is so masterful.
Of course, this clearly wasn’t something that could be achieved just by “weight training”; he must have some talent too.
“Go to the hospital later for a thorough body check, make sure nothing’s wrong.” Third Master Xue reminded seriously.
“Why?”
“Although your training method is surprisingly effective,” Third Master Xue said seriously: “But you have to know, the more impurities, the greater the pollution.”
The instant he heard this, Wu Xian felt the whole world go wrong.
He immediately said goodbye to Third Master Xue.
He went to the best hospital in the city for a full, no-dead-angle checkup.
“How is it, doctor? Is the twisted pollution variation on my body serious?”
Wu Xian looked at the doctor eagerly; at this moment, he was like a patient who had just checked Baidu, feeling his life was already pitch black.
But the doctor flipped through the lab report with eyes full of shock; in his many years of practice, this was the first time he had seen such a “green and harmless” body.
“Shocked, all twisted pollution variation indicators are infinitely close to zero, how did you do it?”
“Huh?” Wu Xian was both shocked and delighted, “Completely no illness?”
“Not just no illness, it’s so good it’s unbelievable,” the doctor said incredulously: “Even someone who just recuperated in a purification chamber for a year might not have indicators as good as yours.”
“Oh, like that, that’s good!” Wu Xian was relieved, “Thanks, doctor.”
The doctor wanted to chat more, but saw Wu Xian had already slipped away.
After a false alarm, Wu Xian pondered.
“Is it because of the Natal God of Wealth, or the purification from the laurel tree spiritual energy?”
“Or maybe, both?”
For now, Wu Xian could only think of these two reasons.
After returning to the North Street District Small Villa, he immediately logged into the big shot forum to inquire: “After having a Destined Ancient Scroll Painting, can it resist twisted pollution to a certain extent?”
Old Zhou of Beihai: “There seems to be such a saying, but we haven’t experienced it specifically.”
Savage Three Punches: “Several ancient books I have mention the purification effect of natal blood scrolls on twisted pollution.”
Four Generations Under One Roof: “So nice, pity we still can’t make them.”
Yang Wudi: “Soon, soon, I have a feeling, this time it will definitely succeed!”
Arrogant and Unable to Withstand Me: “Old Yang, how many times have you said that?”
Savage Three Punches: “Exactly, if you succeed this time, I’ll live stream eating a ton of shit—!”
Arrogant and Unable to Withstand Me: “I’ll eat ten tons!”
Wu Xian then posted to inquire: “By the way, what exactly is twisted pollution?”
