Chapter 121: Old Master Xue’s Astonishing Insight
“Don’t worry, Wu Xian is Older Sister’s treasured disciple.” Xue Lingling chuckled softly.
During their pleasantries, Tang Qingxuan and Li Zhanying also gathered around.
Aunt Li Zhanying was naturally full of concern and utmost praise for Wu Xian.
Between Xue Lingling and Tang Qingxuan, there was clearly some sarcastic undertone between them, making the atmosphere slightly awkward for the two.
Afterward, after chatting about the new mining area, Wu Xian hurriedly pulled Xue Lingling away to say goodbye.
No choice, it felt like if they kept sniping at each other like that, they were about to fight.
“What’s that for? Weren’t we chatting happily?” Xue Lingling said irritably.
“…” Wu Xian shook his head inwardly, “Do you have a grudge with Tang Qingxuan?”
“Not really, I just simply can’t stand her bunch of noble family disciples,” Xue Lingling pouted grudgingly, “Back when the Nine Great Dojos’ new generation studied together, your Master stood there like a nobody, everyone looked down on me, no one was willing to talk to me.
On the contrary, seeing her chatting back and forth with that Zhao Qinghe boy, it just pisses me off thinking about it!”
Wu Xian sighed lightly, inevitably feeling a bit sorry for his cheap Master.
Though Master Sister said it casually, Wu Xian could clearly feel the grievance in Master Sister’s heart.
A young lady of fifteen or sixteen, leaving her family early to go to that Undead Dojo full of exclusion and malice toward her, no one looked up to her, no one wanted to befriend her, not even willing to talk to her.
At an age that should love dressing up beautifully, yet she had underworld makeup every day.
Perhaps this was a kind of “protective coloration” in her heart?
“Actually, there’s no need to care about others’ views,” Wu Xian said softly with a smile, “As long as you stick to yourself and do well at being yourself, naturally people will see the shining light on you.”
Hearing this, Xue Lingling clearly froze for a moment, her gaze toward Wu Xian suddenly tinged with a bit of something different.
“Not bad, good disciple, no wonder your little girlfriend is so smitten with you.”
“…” Wu Xian’s forehead went black; he had rarely brewed up some serious mood, only for Xue Lingling to ruin it instantly, “Can’t we be a bit serious?”
“Huh~” Xue Lingling said with slight disdain, “Clearly you’re the one who’s not serious, right.”
Wu Xian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
“But good disciple, these words are still very pleasing to the ear, hehe.” Xue Lingling’s underworld little expression suddenly turned sly, “Having a good disciple like you who knows warmth and cold is pretty nice.”
Wu Xian was speechless inwardly; what the hell is “knows warmth and cold,” what kind of adjective is that?
“To be honest, I think you have no need at all to obsess over the Undead Dojo; that crappy place, better not to go.”
“Then wouldn’t the divine realm privilege passed down through generations in my Xue Family be wasted?” Xue Lingling said irritably.
“It’s not like there’s only that one Undead Dojo divine realm,” Wu Xian said enthusiastically: “Given the Undead Dojo’s current state, what future could that crappy divine realm have? Better to quit that broken dojo and do it with your disciple; we master and disciple team up to create a greater, more promising Undead Divine Realm.”
But Xue Lingling said with a wry smile: “Do you know how hard it is to create and form a divine realm? It’s not something one or two people can manage.”
“That’s because they can’t, but your disciple is different.” Wu Xian’s joking tone carried a hint of seriousness.
Xue Lingling shook her head with a smile, “Alright, Master accepts this sentiment from disciple.”
“By the way, how exactly do you create a divine realm?”
“…”
Although Xue Lingling only took his words as a joke, something said to cheer her up.
But Wu Xian was serious.
On one hand, he couldn’t stand seeing Master Sister’s grievances at the Undead Dojo; on the other, Master Sister’s scroll painting concept really resonated with him.
Though he didn’t know how awesome or powerful that so-called Undead Divine Realm was.
But his future Underworld Divine Realm would absolutely have more future than that crappy Undead Divine Realm!
After parting with Xue Lingling, he returned to the North Street District Small Villa.
Neighbor Third Master Xue hurried over upon hearing, with a mysterious and serious look, “Young man, tell this old man honestly, is this scroll painting system really conceived from your brain?”
“What kind of talk is that?” Wu Xian’s expression was odd, “Could it have popped out from a rock or something.”
Third Master Xue took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, solemnly saying: “These days, the deeper this old man delves into studying the law network behind your scroll painting system, the more my scalp tingles.”
Others might not feel that shock.
But he, who had studied law networks and law power for most of his life, could see a thing or two.
The coordination and perfection of the law network behind that divine diagram, its tier so high, was absolutely the most awesome divine diagram law network he had ever seen in his life, bar none.
Hearing this, Wu Xian also became serious, starting to reappraise Third Master Xue.
Only now did he realize that Third Master Xue, who could research out synthetic divine power factor, clearly couldn’t be viewed with ordinary eyes.
“I wonder, what is special about this junior’s divine diagram law network?”
“Perfect and harmonious in every way beyond normal reason, even describable as exquisite workmanship, completely unlike a product humans could conceive,” Third Master Xue breathed rapidly, striving to express that feeling in his heart, “You might not understand me saying this, but when you later master this old man’s skills, you’ll naturally understand this old man’s current feeling.”
Wu Xian wasn’t stupid; Third Master Xue had clearly seen the prestige and extraordinariness of his scroll painting concept.
“To put it this way, in my view, this scroll painting concept of yours isn’t something a person could conceive.”
“If not conceived by a person, then what conceived it?”
“God!” Third Master Xue spat out a word with a complicated expression, murmuring to himself: “If gods truly exist in this world.”
“…”
Wu Xian pretended to be calm, putting on a speechless expression.
In truth, his heart was already surging with waves.
“Perhaps this is what people call scroll painting talent?” Wu Xian tentatively offered an explanation.
“Scroll painting talent?”
Third Master Xue fell into deep thought; it seemed only this could barely explain it.
After all, the Wu Xian before him clearly wasn’t some “god.”
But to explain it with scroll painting talent, just how heaven-defying would that talent have to be to be reasonable?
If the world’s scroll painting talent totaled one dou, then this talent would at least monopolize eight dou, other top-tier scroll painters take one dou, and the remaining countless scroll painters share the last dou.
Thinking carefully about Yaoyang City’s earth-shaking changes nowadays, this little guy before him seemed to deserve such description.
Tsk tsk, what virtue or ability did his own eldest niece have to qualify as this person’s Master?
Not long after, Third Master Xue left with a sigh.
And Wu Xian was truly shocked enough by Third Master Xue’s “discernment.”
Nothing else, just this heaven-defying “discernment” alone was enough to give him a premonition that Third Master Xue would likely research something earth-shattering in the future.
This little Yaoyang City was truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
Afterward, he simply rushed to complete and deliver some orders.
The night was spent in spiritual power cultivation.
【Laurel Tree】’s amplification is strong, but for him currently, it’s clearly not enough anymore.
And today’s Tang Family exploration of the new mining area beyond the defensive line reminded him; perhaps he could find some mine veins in the unclaimed lands beyond the defensive line that could improve the Laurel Tree.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
“Hello, delivery~!”
The early morning knock made Wu Xian baffled.
“Delivery?” With an odd expression, he opened the door; the young man who often helped him send deliveries stood at the door, “Return?”
Puzzled, he took the delivery package; it was quite heavy, not like the weight of a single scroll painting.
