Chapter 124: Upper-class Figures
The youth smiled faintly and walked into the hotel amid the crowd.
As he walked, he asked, “I heard you have a genius Scroll Painter here? And one from the Undead Dojo stirring up trouble with Scrolls?”
“That’s right,” the Divine Fire Club President said with a mournful face, “You might not know the current situation in Yaoyang City yet. To put it simply, our families’ Scrolls have completely gone rotten.”
“Which family’s branch are you from? What Scrolls do you operate?” the youth inquired.
The club presidents hurriedly reported their own situations.
Upon hearing their families, the youth suddenly sneered, “No wonder. It turns out you’re from small families that don’t even have Divine Realm qualifications. Naturally, you’re no match in front of Dojo Scroll Painters.”
Faced with the youth’s disdain, the club presidents who usually wielded great power in Yaoyang City could only fawn and smile obsequiously at this moment.
Truth be told, when they learned that this Young Master was coming personally, they were somewhat incredulous.
“That girl who came back from the Undead Dojo—what’s her name? This Young Master might know her.”
“Xue Lingling.”
“No impression,” the youth mused as he leisurely took a seat, casually pulling out his phone to call a friend. “Brother Qinghe, does your Undead Dojo have someone named Xue Lingling? Inner courtyard or outer courtyard?”
“Xue Lingling?” Zhao Qinghe in the video feed was clearly stunned. “Why is Brother Bai suddenly asking about her?”
“She exists, right?” the young man surnamed Bai teased. “Your Undead Dojo too—sending a Dojo elite to a grassroots city to bully weaklings. How boring.”
Zhao Qinghe was slightly taken aback. “Brother Bai went to Yaoyang City?”
The young man surnamed Bai spread his hands toward the phone camera and chuckled. “I’m already here, aren’t I? My Dengfeng Dojo got badly beaten by that little girl of yours. It just so happens I just debuted, so they sent me to salvage some face.”
“No way?” Zhao Qinghe exclaimed in surprise. “Sending you to that dump? Did your Old Master lose his mind?”
“Salvaging face is secondary,” the young man surnamed Bai waved it off with a smile. “Mainly, there’s been Evil God Scroll Painter activity here lately. They want me to rack up some merit and resume experience.”
“That makes sense.” Zhao Qinghe was speechless.
“By the way, what’s the deal with this Xue Lingling girl?”
Zhao Qinghe’s expression was subtly complex. “She’s got some ability, but not much. Quite arrogant and overconfident.”
“Should I go easy on her?” the young man surnamed Bai asked with an understanding smile.
“No need at all. To be honest, this brother wants to put that girl in her place too!” Zhao Qinghe grinned mischievously. “Like this—I’ll head over later to help Brother Bai teach her a lesson.”
“Aren’t you afraid of making things worse?” the young man surnamed Bai said oddly.
“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later,” Zhao Qinghe clarified. “Anyway, my Undead Dojo has zero interest in that dump. It was all that little girl’s own initiative.”
“Fine.”
After a brief exchange, he hung up.
Looking at the club presidents standing rigidly to the side, not daring to sit, the young man surnamed Bai was amused. “Sit down already. What are you standing around for?” He gestured for them to sit. “I’ve got the situation. Later, I’ll authorize some high-quality Scroll original copies to you based on your clubs’ styles and characteristics.
Study them well. Don’t make me have to personally rush production when sales pick up.”
“Definitely! Definitely!” The club presidents were thrilled.
The young man surnamed Bai smiled in satisfaction and continued, “Also, keep an eye out for Evil God Scroll Painter leads for me. You won’t miss out on the benefits.”
The club presidents hurriedly agreed, inwardly thanking their luck.
Even their small families’ patriarchs might not get to interact with this Young Master.
“Right, Young Master, this is all the Scroll information from the Ghost King Club at present. Take a look.” The War Heaven Club President respectfully handed over two sets of information. “This one is that genius Scroll Painter’s, and this is Xue Lingling’s.”
The young man surnamed Bai took the information, tossed Wu Xian’s into the trash can casually, and focused on flipping through Xue Lingling’s Scroll information.
Seeing this, the club presidents couldn’t help but remind him softly, “Young Master, maybe take a look at that information too? That kid is pretty impressive.”
“Grassroots genius?”
The young man surnamed Bai sneered, clearly not taking Wu Xian seriously.
Only Xue Lingling, this Undead Dojo disciple, was worth his proper attention.
As for that so-called “grassroots genius Scroll Painter,” it was a joke to him—something that could only happen in a backwater little place, producing such laughable nonsense.
The club presidents, seeing this, didn’t dare say more.
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Yaoyang City, Scroll Painter Association.
Wu Xian had been dragged here early by Xue Lingling because today was the official Scroll Painter assessment day.
There were unified exams in the first and second halves of each year—miss it, and you’d wait for the next one.
He thought there wouldn’t be too many for the official assessment, but Wu Xian had underestimated the power of a three-million population.
The association building outside was packed with people. Over a hundred apprentice Scroll Painters had come for the assessment, plus family, friends, onlookers, and media—the scale was spectacular.
The candidates’ age range was comparable to ancient imperial exams in his previous life—many were already gray-haired.
“Isn’t it that you need to condense a Divine Diagram to pass?” Wu Xian asked puzzled.
“Condensing a Divine Diagram isn’t that hard, especially after just going through a Dimensional Mirage,” Xue Lingling explained teasingly. “The less valuable the Divine Diagram, the easier it is to condense.
Generally, as long as you can condense one, the association gives a chance—they incorporate quite a few mediocrities each assessment.
In a way, it’s wiping the butt for today’s art studio education.”
Wu Xian understood. “What about the specific assessment content? Just show the Divine Diagram?”
“Of course not that simple,” Xue Lingling laughed. “They also test mental power level, and weigh the Divine Diagram—colloquially called 【soul weight】. The heavier the weight, the higher the value.”
“Soul weight?” Wu Xian was secretly curious.
Mental power testing was easy to understand, but what was this Divine Diagram weighing?
Did Soul Divine Diagrams have weight?
“To put it bluntly, it’s the weight on the Law level.”
Wu Xian got it.
Simply put, it measured the Law tier and level behind the Divine Diagram, just using “weight units” as the standard.
“How much did Master Sister weigh back then?” Wu Xian couldn’t help asking curiously.
“Nine and a Half Liang,” Xue Lingling said proudly. “Anything over one Liang meets the association’s minimum requirement, but by Dojo standards, it starts at least at Three Liang.”
“Oh oh.”
Wu Xian thought for a moment and decided to use the 【Ten Great Yin Marshals】 Divine Diagram instead—lest the weight be too heaven-defying and cause unnecessary trouble.
After all, Third Master Xue had just “reminded” him how outrageous the prestige of the Twenty-Eight Mansions was.
As for his natal 【Five Paths of Wealth God】 Divine Diagram, the result would only be more outrageous, more heaven-defying.
For the grassroots genius Scroll Painter persona, the 【Ten Great Yin Marshals】 was more than enough.
While chatting and waiting, Tang Tiaotiao, Zhou Qi, Wang Xiaocong, and other art studio students arrived at the exam site under the studio’s unified organization.
Tang Tiaotiao and the other two waved to him.
The leading art studio principal kept glancing toward Wu Xian, seemingly harboring considerable resentment toward him.
Outside the exam hall, Tang Qingxuan and the Tang Family arrived, along with Zhou Qi and Wang Xiaocong’s families.
Almost everyone was full of expectation for Wu Xian, this grassroots genius Scroll Painter.
Just that the expectations differed—some hoped he’d stun everyone, others hoped he’d expose his true colors.
“Master Wu, cheer up!”
“Ten Great Yin Marshals number one in the world!”
The cheers and chants drew the attention of the crowd.
Only to see a group of spontaneously organized Yin Commander fan groups surging grandly into the assessment site.
