Chapter 127: Bai Shiqi
His mind involuntarily recalled those glorious years from back then.
That was the unchanging faith of the participants in their God Slaying plan for this lifetime, no regrets even in death!
In the future, as long as the leader called upon them with a wave of his arm, he would don his battle robes once more and fight alongside the leader in a bloodbath.
……
The Young Master Bai widened his eyes in disbelief, taking a good while to recover.
What the hell?
Thirteen and a Half Liang, a full Thirteen and a Half Liang!
To know, even the first divine diagram he condensed back then was only thirteen liang.
Although with subsequent insights and refinements, the weight had long been elevated by him to around seventeen liang, the initial test results often better reflected the tier and potential of the divine diagram.
Take his divine diagram from back then as an example; elevating it to seventeen liang now was already the limit.
The key was that as a disciple of a prominent family, the family inheritance had already been perfected by generations to an extremely high level.
It could be said that he was standing on the shoulders of giants from birth.
Whereas this youth from a small city clearly did not have such favorable conditions as him.
From a certain perspective, the value of Wu Xian’s Thirteen and a Half Liang divine diagram absolutely surpassed his!
“Impossible,” the Young Master Bai could not believe it. “Are you sure this kid is a grassroots scroll painter?”
“This… seems to be the case.” The club presidents said helplessly.
“Right, isn’t he Xue Lingling’s disciple? Maybe he borrowed the inheritance thought process from Xue Lingling’s family?” the Young Master Bai guessed.
“Not very likely,” the War Heaven Club president shook his head. “According to our investigation, Wu Xian’s set of divine diagrams has no connection to the Xue Family inheritance. In fact, even before he became her disciple, he had already created one or two of the scrolls in it.”
The Young Master Bai took a deep breath, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
“Could there really be such a prodigy in this world?” The Young Master Bai’s eyes flickered uncertainly, still somewhat unable to believe it. “What about the art studio? They didn’t discover this talent early on?”
The original intention of their Nine Great Dojos in setting up art studios was precisely to discover such talents, wasn’t it?
And Yaoyang City was precisely the territory of their Dengfeng Dojo, wasn’t it?
“Uh, from what we know, Wu Xian did not get into the art studio back then.”
“With this level, he couldn’t get into the art studio?” The Young Master Bai was puzzled.
The club presidents looked at each other and said, “It seems he didn’t have the money for the registration fee. After he emerged recently, it even caused quite a bit of impact over at the art studio.”
“No money for the registration fee?” The Young Master Bai could not comprehend. “How outrageous is the fee for applying to the art studio here?”
“Around three thousand something.”
“…” The Young Master Bai was stunned right then. “Are you guys messing with me?”
Though this price was set quite a bit higher than the dojos, they still had to leave some profit for the people below.
The key was, this guy couldn’t even afford over three thousand? How did he become a scroll painter?
To know, the cost of casually making one axis scroll painting was far more than just over three thousand.
The club presidents cried injustice. “But that’s the fact. For this, we even specially went to the shantytown for a covert investigation. Wu Xian grew up depending on his grandfather, making a living by picking up trash…”
“Shantytown?” The Young Master Bai listened in a daze. “What’s that?”
“Uh, it’s the slums.”
“Slums?” The Young Master Bai still didn’t quite get it.
This left the club presidents both amused and exasperated. Could this be the legendary “Why not eat meat?”?
After a detailed explanation, the Young Master Bai finally got a rough idea.
“Got it, the poor district, right?” The Young Master Bai’s expression was odd. “But even the poor district shouldn’t be unable to afford a registration fee of over three thousand, right?”
At least in his impression, the spirit tamers in the poor district were just a bit lacking in scroll painting spending.
Commonly known as the picky folks of the poor district: stingy on scroll painting spending while being particularly picky. If the bought scroll painting had even a slight flaw, they’d rant endlessly online.
“That…” The Divine Fire Club President hesitated to speak. “The shantytown is still a bit different from the poor district in your mouth.”
“Take me to this shantytown you’re talking about later.”
Seeing is believing; only by seeing it with his own eyes could he truly understand what the shantytown was like.
……
After a moment of shock, Xue Lingling’s eyes were full of gratification.
When she did the Five Dimensions test for Black and White Impermanence back then, she had realized that this divine diagram was definitely stronger than her Ghost King Divine Diagram.
She just hadn’t expected it to be a full four liang higher.
No wonder the sales volume was higher than the Ghost King Scroll Painting.
It seemed that the general public still had some “wisdom” when voting with their feet.
“Not bad, not bad. Worthy of being Master’s good disciple. This wave really brings face to Master!” Xue Lingling smiled welcomingly. With her disciple stealing the spotlight, she as the master also gained face.
Wu Xian smiled modestly, vaguely sensing a gaze and looking over in doubt.
Seeing this, Xue Lingling also curiously looked over.
“Bai Shiqi?!” Xue Lingling exclaimed in surprise. “How did he come to Yaoyang City?”
Wu Xian couldn’t help but be curious. “What background?”
“About equivalent to Zhao Qinghe of the Undead Dojo,” Xue Lingling explained with an odd expression. “With a handsome face, he’s the dream guy for many female scroll painters in the dojos.”
“Come to help snipe our Ghost King Club?” Wu Xian said with great interest.
Well then, after waiting so long, a proper opponent had finally arrived.
And from what Master Sister meant, this Bai Shiqi had quite a high status in the Dengfeng Dojo.
A typical top-tier noble young master from a prominent family.
“Seems like it,” Xue Lingling was secretly puzzled. “For the Bai Family young master to personally step in, is it worth it?”
In her expectation, even if the Dengfeng Dojo valued it highly, they wouldn’t send someone like Bai Shiqi in person.
At most, they’d send a scroll painter from one of the smaller families below.
“No, no, there must be other purposes,” Xue Lingling thought deeply, then suddenly realized something. “I got it. He must be coming for the Evil God Scroll Painter. Right, it has to be that!”
“Got it. Came along the way to clean us up a bit.”
Wu Xian came to a realization. So he was here to gild himself?
“Along the way or not, we still need to peel a layer of skin off him,” Xue Lingling’s fighting spirit rose inevitably. “After all, our master-disciple duo isn’t to be trifled with.”
“Is this guy very strong?” Wu Xian was curious.
“Naturally,” Xue Lingling said eagerly. “It’s quite exciting to compete with such a favored son of heaven.”
On one hand, competing with experts was beneficial for them.
On the other hand, it was also a huge boon for their hometown Yaoyang City. After all, what Bai Shiqi mastered were the top-tier inheritances of the Dengfeng Dojo; the scroll painting quality was definitely not bad.
“How about it, good disciple? Got confidence?” Xue Lingling asked with a smile.
“See you in the league.”
Wu Xian might lack in other areas, but he was very confident in scroll paintings.
“Later, appropriately lower the price a bit to get some welfare for the fathers and elders of our Yaoyang City,” Xue Lingling schemed with a sly smile. “Uh, forget it, don’t lower the price. Your prices are already outrageously low.”
“Oh oh.” Wu Xian understood.
“Thrilling, thrilling,” Xue Lingling chuckled lightly. “This club is getting more and more interesting!”
Over on Bai Shiqi’s side, he naturally also noticed their gazes.
He wasn’t surprised that Xue Lingling recognized him; after all, he had quite a reputation among the younger generation in the Nine Great Dojos.
Seeing the excited little look in Xue Lingling’s eyes, she was probably another fangirl drooling over his good looks.
But on issues of dojo interests and face, he definitely wouldn’t hold back; when it was time to strike hard, he absolutely wouldn’t be soft.
In comparison, he was now more interested in that grassroots genius.
Though he had already become Xue Lingling’s disciple, if he could subdue him with strength, perhaps there was a chance to win him over?
Thinking of this, this mission suddenly seemed a lot more interesting.
