Chapter 11: The Sketching Group And The Insect Clan World
At this moment, he finally felt confident enough to make the pigments for the Chicken King and Guardian Tiger.
He took out two sets of premium A-grade materials and channeled spiritual power to infiltrate and extract.
Compared to scrap material, the spiritual substance inside premium materials was indeed much purer, with very few impurities, making extraction and processing much easier than with scrap material.
Next, he fused the extracted spiritual substances, blending them into the needed colors and textures.
For his first time blending pigments, Wu Xian was exceptionally cautious.
He fused the various spiritual substances bit by bit, afraid that the spiritual structure would collapse.
The entire process was nerve-wracking, so much so that when he finally succeeded, he almost couldn’t believe it.
It succeeded just like that?
When practicing with scrap material before, the spiritual structure would collapse at the drop of a hat, but the first formal blending succeeded.
“It doesn’t seem that difficult.”
Wu Xian felt a bit smug inside.
Of course, it might also be because the blending difficulty wasn’t high to begin with—after all, it was just tier 2 materials, and the fused spiritual substances weren’t very complex.
With the main pigments ready, Wu Xian didn’t hesitate at all and directly began drawing the Chicken King and Guardian Tiger.
He first verified feasibility on practice drawing paper.
This time, the Chicken King Town Protection Diagram he drew didn’t collapse; the practice drawing paper shone brightly, but due to the defects of the practice drawing paper, it ultimately failed to form a scroll.
He then took out that miscellaneous good quality drawing paper and began drawing carefully.
Everything seemed to flow naturally; the drawing paper was quickly locked by world laws, and an image of the Chicken King Town Protection Diagram emerged in his mind, echoing the painting on the drawing paper.
The instant the brush touched down, world laws converged, and divine light shone.
In his mind, the majestic Chicken King from the Chicken King Town Protection Diagram crowed loudly and deeply imprinted itself in Wu Xian’s soul depths, certifying as “copyright.”
Unlike the God of Wealth from the ancient scroll painting, 【Chicken King】 did not absorb Wu Xian’s soul and vitality, but the entire drawing process consumed a large amount of his spiritual power and mental power.
Under the envelopment of law divine light, the drawing paper gained flying golden threads embroidering its borders, and an exquisite and profound copper scroll axis condensed at one end.
Heaven and earth laws mounted it into a scroll, and the Chicken King in the painting instantly became vivid and lifelike.
【Chicken King Town Protection】
Version: Original（Gold Embroidery Border）
Rank: Copper Scroll
Painted Spirit: ★☆
Spirituality: 29
Talent Trait: Demon-Subduing and Evil-Repelling, Rooster’s Five Virtues
Copper scroll, one-and-a-half stars, 29 spirituality points—overall formation data was decent, considering the average materials.
He injected spiritual power to activate it, and the Chicken King slowly emerged in soft light: a strutting, majestic gold-red big rooster with vibrant feathers, retaining some paper-cut art style overall, standing a full meter tall, with a majestic stance, sharp eyes, and a blood-red comb like a crown.
One word: Cool!
“I need to stock up on more drawing paper from now on.”
He then withdrew the Chicken King, got up to go shopping, and by the way stuck the 【Chicken King Town Protection】 from the practice drawing paper on the door, making use of waste.
Just as he stepped out, he saw a group of old men lined up neatly in a row, practicing at ease and attention under Grandpa Wu Mingchang’s command, leaving Wu Xian stunned.
Ever since the old master remembered he had once been a soldier, he started suspecting that these old pals might also be soldiers.
So he subjected these old pals to “inhuman” military training.
“Grandpa, take it easy—Grandpa Wang and the others are getting on in years and can’t handle this kind of torment from you.”
Wu Xian reminded helplessly before heading out to shop.
Returning to North Street District again, the atmosphere was clearly off; military squads patrolled from time to time, making Wu Xian vaguely uneasy.
He immediately contacted Zhao He via phone and found them near a trash can.
“What happened? Why are there suddenly so many troops in North Street District?”
“It seems related to that mother insect metamorphosis last time—the defense team is taking it seriously,” Zhao He wasn’t too sure. “I heard insectoid monsters have been spotted in a lot of places these past couple days.”
“Insectoid dimension leak?” Wu Xian frowned involuntarily.
“Probably,” Zhao He nodded in speculation. “Anyway, just try not to run around for a while—better to earn a little less.”
The group wasn’t too panicked about it.
After all, in San Zai Gang, dimension leaks weren’t anything rare—they happened a few times every year.
“By the way, little boss, we got some good stuff today—want any?” Zhao He suddenly said mysteriously.
“What good stuff?” Wu Xian’s eyes lit up slightly.
Zhao He and the others pulled out a few scraps of scrap material from their pockets and introduced, “High-grade stuff picked up from the villa district—at least scrap material from a fifth order monster.”
Wu Xian checked them one by one; they were indeed high-grade.
He immediately made an offer and took the scraps.
Then he went to that drawing supply store last time and bought five sheets of good quality drawing paper and ten sheets of practice drawing paper.
“Master, to West Dimensional Port.”
He took a cab to the port where the Insectoid Dimensional Gate was, preparing to take the 【Chicken King Town Protection】 to an Insectoid Dimensional Instance to get some practice.
Just arriving, he was startled by the lively scene: imposing figures coming and going at the port, drawing crowds of spirit tamers to cluster and watch.
“Can’t we get some high-quality spirit tamers?” Not far away, a young man in Dengfeng Art Studio uniform stood on high ground, pointing at a group of spirit tamer adventurers around him. “Any beauties? Hey~ younger ones… no old aunts~!”
“What are you looking at? Young master here is forming a team for the first time—why not enjoy it? We’ll do serious stuff next time.”
“Huh~ this older sister looks good—come come~ quick to my bowl… pfft… to the team.”
Wu Xian watched this outrageous scene and suddenly understood.
“Oh right, the art studio has started school.”
As promising future art studio students, these young people were undoubtedly highly attentioned and extremely popular.
Art studio students often went to other dimension instances for sketching trips to explore and find inspiration, and adventurers were happy to join their sketching trip groups as muscle, like a kind of “angel investment.”
What if one of them became a remarkable scroll painter in the future?
This also fostered the art studio students’ arrogant, superior attitude.
From this, one could see the esteemed status of scroll painters.
Even just getting into the art studio made them mooned over by crowds—what more for real scroll painters.
Of course, some art studio students had more low-key personalities, or at least appeared more normal.
“Sketching trip?”
Wu Xian pondered inwardly; he had never really understood what wind scroll painters were sketching in other dimensions or what inspiration they found.
Now he could take the chance to observe these sketching trip groups—maybe pick up something useful.
He made his way to the foot of the dimensional gate, casually picked a beginner Insectoid Dimensional Instance entrance, and spent 100 spirit yuan on a ticket.
Just as he was about to enter, he was squeezed aside by a sketching trip group from behind.
“Make way make way—don’t block the road~!”
“Young sir, take it slow—don’t trip.”
A haughty art studio student was escorted by a bunch of adventurers, strutting into the instance entrance, with the adventurers nodding and bowing beside, showering flattering remarks.
Watching the group enter the instance, Wu Xian was somewhat speechless. “That… they didn’t buy tickets.”
The staff gave him an eye roll and pointed to the sign on the notice board. “This instance is under Dengfeng Art Studio jurisdiction—art studio students and their sketching trip teams enter free.”
“…”
Wu Xian’s mouth twitched slightly.
No wonder art studio students were so popular—just the free instance tickets alone were tempting enough.
Comparisons are odious.
No choice—who made it so he had no money for the exam.
But speaking of which, could he mooch off Tang Tiaotiao’s free ticket privilege in the future?
He stepped into the dimensional node; space twisted, and he appeared in a camp with a strong modern and sci-fi feel. That sketching trip group from before was already far off, and a outpost announcement played in his ears.
“Artillery Fortress, Copper Scroll Three-Star Domain Scroll Painting.”
Compared to the previous 【Death Mountain Town】, the 【Artillery Fortress】 in front of him piqued his curiosity even more.
After doing some simple resupply inside the fortress, he directly set off on adventure.
The instant he stepped out of the outpost light screen, a thick fishy stench hit him; looking out, insect carcasses littered the ground, various bizarre plants scattered across the barren ground, like an alien world.
