Chapter 114: Total Chaos
After browsing through it all, Wu Xian felt heavy-hearted.
Unlike his expectations, the information from the Zhou Family was not some important material hiding Huaxia civilization secrets; it could even be called insignificant.
But those numerous tattered draft diagrams gave him an inexplicable sense of historical weight.
It was as if those drawing papers had taken him back to that dark and despairing era.
From the brushstrokes, these diagrams and text records were not from the same person, but from countless ordinary people struggling on the edge of life and death; it was they who recorded what they saw and heard in that era.
With no conditions and no artistic technique, even the writing was not very neat.
Most of them were terrifying otherworldly monsters and doomsday scenes, along with various concise records of struggling to survive.
Yet it was these diagrams and texts that let him feel the “artistic sense” he had bitterly pursued without success in his previous life.
After carefully browsing all the information, Wu Xian felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, especially the last crayon drawing from a child a thousand years ago: a family of three lighting a candle atop the ruins.
In the background, one could vaguely see many people constructing new homes, but in that sky that should have been deep blue, there were some strangely colored twisted lines.
It was as if it painted a period called “hope” at the end of that entire history.
“This painting is…?” Wu Xian curiously looked at Zhou Hong.
“It should be the earliest Yaoyang City.” Zhou Hong nodded, confirming Wu Xian’s guess, “The first city established in the Dark Age.”
“The first city?” Wu Xian was stunned.
“That’s right,” Zhou Hong said with some emotion: “Not only our Yaoyang City, but the surrounding cities were also among the earliest batch in the New Era, and they were once prosperous too, but long ago they lost their former prosperity.”
Wu Xian smiled knowingly and turned his gaze to Zhou Qi beside him, “Brother Zhou’s inspiration came from these terrifying dimensional monsters?”
“Mm.” Zhou Qi nodded.
“But I didn’t quite understand this painting,” Wu Xian pointed to one of the draft diagrams with relatively higher painting skill, “A giant snake-like insect coiled above a group of people, seemingly battling other dimensional monsters?”
Zhou Qi pondered and analyzed: “Perhaps the otherworldly monsters that invaded in that era were not all evil; at least from this painting, it seems they were clearly protecting humans.”
Hearing this, Wu Xian fell into thought.
Dimensional monsters aren’t necessarily all evil?
“Thanks for sharing,” after a long while, Wu Xian carefully put all the information back into the box, “This information touched me deeply.”
Zhou Hong was surprised and stunned; he had originally thought Wu Xian would be extremely disappointed.
At least the scroll painters who had seen this information before all had expressions stiffer than the last.
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Time passed in a flash, another half month gone.
Inside the North Street District Small Villa.
Wu Xian logged into the club official website, looking at the continuously growing order volume, secretly clicking his tongue.
Not just him, Master Sister’s orders were also increasing.
Even Zhou Qi’s【 Netherworld Fierce Beast】 series scroll paintings were starting to receive orders one after another.
In just half a month, the Ghost King Club scroll paintings’ reputation began to rapidly ferment.
The Yaoyang City residents who had tasted the “fine bran” had completely fallen into “madness.”
Only the spirit tamers holding silver scroll paintings from other clubs were still sneering online.
But the Copper Tier League’s rapidly rising popularity, and the soaring livestream popularity of the Ghost King Club players, all heralded the arrival of a brand new era.
Especially the internal matches among Ghost King Club players, whose livestream popularity crushed the popular matches on the Silver Tier League side.
Wu Xian looked at the continuously growing order volume, feeling his scalp tingle, a mix of pain and pleasure.
He couldn’t finish them; he simply couldn’t finish them.
Even with his current delivery volume of ten instance version scroll paintings per day, the queue was backed up until next year.
Many consumers couldn’t wait and first placed an order for a【 rubbing】 to make do.
As a result, Wu Xian’s side was even struggling to “print” enough rubbings.
Wu Xian didn’t even dare go out now.
“Isn’t it, how are even appointment orders for silver scroll upgrades starting to pop up?”
Unlike copper scroll orders, silver scroll upgrade appointments were prepaid in advance, and of the kind with labor fee plus self-provided materials.
Even so, there were already over a dozen such orders.
Although he had thought his scroll paintings would definitely explode in popularity, he hadn’t expected them to explode to this extent.
Master Sister’s side, in the first few days, was so happy she was counting money until her hand cramped.
Now she had also been overwhelmed by the massive orders.
Every day, opening her eyes meant making scroll paintings.
And with the explosive sales volume of Ghost King Club scroll paintings, the entire Yaoyang City was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
It could even be said: it was in chaos.
The most direct change was that the three dimensional control zones could no longer accommodate Yaoyang City’s vast spirit tamer population; spirit tamer teams had already crossed the military defense line to run wild outside.
The army defense line side had also begun pushing outward to expand, unwittingly forming a grand scene of military-civilian collaboration in opening up new territories.
Next, the second-hand market welcomed a full-line collapse.
At first, the second-hand dealers were almost blasting the Ghost King Club, but in just a few days, they found a new way out.
They sold off the second-hand scroll paintings they had hoarded to neighboring cities, turned around, and became loyal fans of the Ghost King Club, engaging in scalper business.
Then, it was the several major clubs that had once “dominated” Yaoyang City.
Sponsors across the city defected to the Ghost King Club side, and scroll painting sales began plummeting; in the words of netizens: trash scroll paintings, not even dogs would use them.
To be honest, Wu Xian hadn’t expected it to happen this fast.
Right now, he was discussing it with Master Sister, “Master Sister, are the other clubs really this vulnerable?”
“To be honest, the current momentum is somewhat beyond my expectations,” Master Sister shook her head with a smile, “Maybe Yaoyang City has suffered from trash scroll paintings for too long?”
“But I still don’t understand; the other clubs are backed by Dengfeng Dojo, so why don’t they release some high-quality scroll paintings?”
Xue Lingling got straight to the point: “They can’t keep up with production.”
“…” Wu Xian was unexpectedly speechless.
“Your and my master’s two sets of scroll paintings might truly have some dimensional reduction strike effect.” Xue Lingling sighed deeply.
Before returning from the dojo, she had anticipated various scenarios, but this astonishing trend still far exceeded her imagination.
Xue Lingling wasn’t stupid; just relying on her own Ghost King Scroll Painting clearly couldn’t create this scene.
The key lay in this good disciple she had picked up.
At least from the current club official website data, the popularity of Yin Commander Scroll Paintings was far higher than that of Ghost King Scroll Paintings.
“The other clubs can’t just sit idly by, right?”
“Of course,” Xue Lingling replied without hesitation, “It’s just that the situation is changing too fast for them to react, but calculating the time, Dengfeng Dojo should also make their move soon; probably just these few days.”
“Tsk tsk, is it about to heat up?” Wu Xian was excited.
Xue Lingling nodded with a smile, “This is what club competition should look like. The competition in frontline big cities is what you call intense; trash scroll paintings don’t even have the sales volume, let alone the qualification to go on stage as cannon fodder.
The people are even more picky to the extreme; if a match is lost even slightly unsightly, sales will show obvious fluctuations.”
Wu Xian listened with amazement and understanding.
Only now did he understand what Zhou Qi meant by “dead air” back then.
“If that’s the case? Then why is our Yaoyang City in this dead air state?” Wu Xian was puzzled, “No one comes over to compete?”
“Not sure,” Xue Lingling shook her head, “Maybe because the population is too small? Or the economy is sluggish and the people are too poor? Anyway, Undead Dojo doesn’t pay much attention to this side.”
