Chapter 129: Emperor Mummy Series
But Wu Xian looked it over and grew increasingly shocked.
Good grief, it really had a bit of an Egyptian Pharaoh flavor, and a strong one at that.
Although there was still some gap compared to authentic Pharaohs, the overall conception was already quite perfect, just possibly lacking a bit in some key details.
Out of curiosity, he couldn’t help but privately message Master Sister, “Is this Mummy concept from the Bai Family’s inheritance thought process?”
“Yes, it’s said to be an extremely ancient and mysterious Undead System creature, not to be underestimated.”
“Is there something like the War Heaven Club’s, but even more powerful Zombie Scroll Paintings?” Wu Xian associated.
“Exactly, Bai Shiqi’s father is a big shot who specializes in Zombie Scroll Paintings.”
Wu Xian nodded with a tsk-tsk.
From the looks of it, Dengfeng Dojo’s Undead System inheritance thought process was likely all in this style.
As long as it wasn’t too overpowered Zombies, the Ten Great Yin Marshals could still handle them easily.
But this Pharaoh Mummy came from another mythology system after all, so who was stronger or weaker could only be known after fighting.
Moreover, it would depend on both sides’ five dimensions attributes and Divine Diagram condensation level.
Additionally, the Emperor Mummy Series was just Bai Shiqi’s early works; he must have other trump High-Tier Scroll Paintings up his sleeve.
“You can’t just directly produce a pseudo-Anubis, right?”
With Bai Shiqi’s current ability and level, he probably couldn’t conceive of something at Anubis’s level yet.
But producing a half-baked “Anubis” Scroll Painting was still very possible.
“Looks like I need to hurry and produce a King Yama.”
He had gotten a Demon Braking Stone through Old Brother Mo before, and recently collected some high-quality Abyssal Monster Materials.
But to produce a King Yama, even just a Copper Scroll, would inevitably require quite a few corresponding attribute’s Divine Power Factors.
Tomorrow, go brush a few waves of Death Mountain Town first.
…
In Yaoyang City’s only five-star hotel.
Ever since learning of Wu Xian’s excellence, Bai Shiqi was clearly sparked with interest and fighting spirit.
He originally thought casually releasing a few Low-level Scroll Paintings would solve it, but now it seemed necessary to respond seriously.
At this moment, the various club presidents had been summoned by him.
“My Emperor Mummy Series will start from your Yaoyang City.” Bai Shiqi’s eyes were full of confidence. “Five different Mummy authorized original copies, take them back and study them well. I hope to see your results before sales explode.”
“Young Master, rest assured!”
The five club presidents held the authorized original copies like treasures.
From this perspective, they even had to thank Xue Lingling and Wu Xian; without these two, they wouldn’t touch this level of powerful Scroll Paintings in their next lifetime.
“Right, Young Master, what price to set for the subsequent release?” A club president asked seriously.
“This young master has just debuted after all, and it’s not good to expose my real identity yet,” Bai Shiqi pondered. “Like this, set it cheap for now, 299, two million nine hundred ninety thousand, not even ten thousand Spirit Crystals.”
“This…”
The five major club presidents exchanged glances, wanting to speak but hesitating.
“Too high?” Bai Shiqi was puzzled.
“Ahem, Young Master might not understand our local spending power,” the Elf Club president explained cautiously. “Instance Scroll Painting prices here generally don’t exceed two million, especially when released through clubs.”
“Such low profit?” Bai Shiqi tsked and pursed his lips. “Then 199, one million nine hundred ninety thousand.”
But he saw the club presidents still had that wanting-to-speak-but-hesitating look.
“What, this price still no good?”
“How about you first check the rival’s quotation on the Ghost King Club official website?” the War Heaven Club president reminded softly.
Bai Shiqi puzzledly searched for the Ghost King Club’s Ghost King, and the moment he saw the price, he was completely dumbfounded.
Xue Lingling’s Ghost King Series price was somewhat understandable.
But Wu Xian’s Yin Commander Scroll Painting prices were beyond his comprehension.
“What a joke, Instance Scroll Painting one million plus a symbolic zero, rubbings basically free,” Bai Shiqi’s mind was full of question marks, full of incomprehension. “They’ve always sold like this?”
“Yeah,” the Divine Fire Club President smiled bitterly. “If they priced normally, we wouldn’t die so fast; we could at least struggle on for a while.”
“…” Bai Shiqi was astonished. “That shouldn’t be? Isn’t he broke? Why do such loss-making business?”
“This… from our analysis, that kid might have some unique Scroll Painting methods and techniques, either greatly increasing drawing success rate or greatly compressing materials cost.” The War Heaven Club president was dead serious.
Bai Shiqi subconsciously didn’t quite believe it, but associating Wu Xian’s “unconventional path” identity, it seemed not impossible.
Normal unconventional path Scroll Painters naturally weren’t worth mentioning.
But Wu Xian was different; talent of this level might really explore some “clever move.”
“Then one hundred eighty, can’t go lower.”
Bai Shiqi gritted his teeth and lowered the price; after all, he came to make money, not do charity.
“What if sales aren’t satisfactory…” The club presidents spoke weakly.
“Rest assured, this young master has confidence in this set of Scroll Painting’s quality!” Bai Shiqi smiled confidently. “Impossible for no one to recognize its value.”
“Fine.”
“Right, take me to that shantytown for a stroll.” Bai Shiqi changed the subject.
Not long after, under the several club presidents’ lead, they arrived at the shantytown near North Street District.
Just arriving, Bai Shiqi felt a inexplicable physical discomfort.
From the moment he stepped into Yaoyang City, he vaguely felt Yaoyang City’s twisted pollution was quite serious; now entering the shantytown, he truly witnessed what twisted pollution was.
“Isn’t it~ that kid lived in this rundown place before?”
The club presidents neither confirmed nor denied. “How about we forget it, no need to come to a place like this.”
“Continue.”
Bai Shiqi silently held his breath and signaled them to keep leading.
Two hours later.
Bai Shiqi came out of the shantytown, having received an unprecedented shock, and from all sides, all-around, no-dead-angle mental shock.
He couldn’t figure out how Wu Xian, in such an environment, explored and became a Scroll Painter.
In an environment where survival was an issue, did he really still have the mind to pursue Scroll Painting art?
The more this was so, the more incredulous he felt about Wu Xian’s success.
“Help me investigate in detail; I want detailed information on Wu Xian over these years.” Bai Shiqi said solemnly.
“No problem, we’ll send people to interview and investigate right away.”
…
The next day, in the North Street District Small Villa.
Wu Xian, who quickly brushed a few waves【of Death Mountain Town】 and returned from the association, immediately began seriously drawing King Yama.
Since drawing【Ten Palaces of Hell】, naturally start with the most well-known【King Qin Guang】.
However, he still underestimated the drawing difficulty of King Yama.
But under his relentless effort, he finally succeeded in producing the Copper Scroll King Qin Guang.
Additionally, their matchup with Bai Shiqi had just begun; the opponent definitely couldn’t reveal a trump like “Anubis” at this stage.
He didn’t need to rush here.
The latter half of the night was spent in cultivation.
Xue Lingling started clamoring in the group early in the morning, urging club members to hurry and prepare, get into position quickly.
Moments later.
In the Ghost King Club, the members were all geared up.
“No need to be that nervous,” seeing everyone’s nervous looks, Wu Xian joked to ease the atmosphere. “Just treat it like a normal match, right Master Sister?”
Turning his head, he saw Xue Lingling even more serious and nervous than the players.
