Chapter 140: Ancient Demonic God Painting Scroll?
A long time later, Bai Shiqi finally calmed his emotions. “Let me formally introduce myself: Dengfeng Dojo, Bai Clan, Bai Shiqi.”
“Wu Xian, courtesy name Gongming.” Wu Xian responded with a light laugh.
Bai Shiqi looked at the Sun Star Lord beside Wu Xian, growing more and more shocked the longer he watched.
For some reason, the more he looked, the more he felt that this Gold Scroll Painted Spirit was no simple thing—whether it was that perfectly natural charm or that unique and powerful aura, it all made him feel inferior on the level of Scroll Painting Level.
Even the top-tier Scroll Paintings of his family elders had never given him this feeling.
His mouth opened and closed for a long time, but for the moment, he didn’t know what to say.
On the contrary, Wu Xian remained calm and composed, curiously sizing up the dog-headed Painted Spirit beside him. “Brother Bai, this Gold Scroll of yours is no simple thing, huh? What’s its name?”
“Desert God of Death,” Bai Shiqi said. “A god of death from an ancient desert kingdom.”
“Oh oh, no wonder its aura is so powerful.”
Wu Xian nodded in realization, his mind already full of retorts.
He now strongly suspected that Dengfeng Dojo also had another Scroll Painting named 【Desert Butcher】.
“…” Bai Shiqi gave an awkward smile. “Still, Wu Xian, your Gold Scroll is the one that’s truly astonishing.”
Coming from a prestigious family and always proud at heart, he found he couldn’t muster any “pride” in front of Wu Xian—he even felt a bit inferior.
“Hey~ My kind of unconventional path is just small-scale dabbling,” Wu Xian waved his hand with a smile. “How could it compare to Young Master Bai’s dojo-level inheritance.”
Bai Shiqi gave a stiff smile. “Speaking of which, Brother Wu, what do you call this Axial Gold Scroll?”
“Sun Star Lord.”
“Sun… Star Lord…?”
Bai Shiqi murmured softly to himself, pondering it inwardly.
Though he didn’t understand the concepts of “Sun” and “Star Lord,” putting the two words together gave an inexplicable sense of nobility, full of prestige.
“How did Brother Bai end up in a place like the shantytown?” Wu Xian asked curiously, with a hint of oddity.
At least in his view, a noble young master like Bai Shiqi normally wouldn’t come to a rundown place like the shantytown.
At these words, a trace of embarrassment flashed in Bai Shiqi’s eyes. “Now that Yaoyang City is in crisis, I naturally can’t sit idly by. During the pursuit, I ended up here.”
“Oh oh,” Wu Xian nodded. “Brother Bai coming to a small place like ours must be targeting the Evil Scroll Painter, right?”
Bai Shiqi neither confirmed nor denied it, and there wasn’t much need to hide it anyway.
“I just didn’t expect a villain like Hong Xiao to flee all the way to the lower layer city. No wonder there hasn’t been any news of him all these years.”
“Hong Xiao?” Wu Xian’s eyes lit up slightly. “Does Brother Bai know that villain?”
“Of course,” Bai Shiqi said without hesitation. “This man is the youngest fugitive on the bounty list, and also the Evil God Scroll Painter who’s drawn the most attention from the major dojos in recent years.”
“The youngest fugitive?” Wu Xian probed curiously. “What makes him so special?”
Bai Shiqi pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, “On one hand, it’s because he’s young and has a lot of room for growth. On the other hand, it’s because this man’s Evil God Scroll Painting is quite special.”
“Oh?”
“Has Brother Wu heard of Ancient Scroll Painting?” Bai Shiqi asked in return.
At these words, Wu Xian’s heart skipped a beat. “You mean, his Evil God Scroll Painting is the legendary Ancient Scroll Painting?”
Bai Shiqi nodded gravely. “Though it’s just speculation from all sides and can’t be fully confirmed yet, based on the information we’ve gathered over the years, Hong Xiao is probably an Evil God Scroll Painter who possesses an Ancient Scroll Painting.”
“Hiss~!”
Wu Xian drew in a deep breath, inwardly smacking his lips.
He hadn’t expected that among the Evil God Scroll Painter group, there were also Ancient Scroll Painters.
With his current understanding of Ancient Scroll Painting, anyone who could create an Ancient Evil God Scroll Painting was definitely a natural-born bad seed.
“Right now, there are probably still quite a few hidden Evil God Followers in Yaoyang City. How about you and I act together?” Bai Shiqi suggested.
Wu Xian gladly agreed and traveled with Bai Shiqi over the skies of Yaoyang City.
“Does Brother Bai know anything about his Evil God Scroll Painting?” Wu Xian continued to probe.
“Not much,” Bai Shiqi said, stepping on a peculiar leaf that didn’t slow his speed. “It seems to be called 【Evil Insect Mother】. The Scroll Painting Body is extremely powerful, and what those followers have are probably just lesser offspring of the Evil Insect Mother.”
Wu Xian understood now—no wonder they were so fragile; they hadn’t even encountered the real deal yet.
But as long as it was an insect-type Evil God, whether mother god or not, using Sun Wukong to counter it would definitely work without issue.
In short, just do it!
During the subsequent search for Evil God Followers over Yaoyang City, Bai Shiqi was once again utterly shocked by the power of the Sun Star Lord.
Good grief—one shout, and the evil worm infection in a large area was cleared on the spot, forcing Hong Xiao’s Evil God Followers to reveal themselves with nowhere to hide.
It was completely one-sided slaughter.
He, who wielded the 【Desert God of Death】, was just like someone there to make up the numbers.
It wasn’t that he wanted to stand by; there simply wasn’t any chance to intervene.
“Brother Wu, did you really conceive these Scroll Paintings yourself?” Bai Shiqi finally voiced the doubt in his heart.
“What else?” Wu Xian seemed very calm.
“…” Bai Shiqi was actually speechless. “Does Brother Wu have any interest in developing at our Dengfeng Dojo? Don’t worry, Dengfeng Dojo will absolutely give you the best resources and the best cultivation.”
Wu Xian shook his head with a smile.
Joking aside, he didn’t even want to go to the Undead Dojo, let alone Dengfeng Dojo.
As for cultivation—he needed that?
…
Insectoid Dimension, in a certain cavern outside the advanced defense line.
A youth in his thirties with an evil countenance hovered a sinister insect-type Divine Diagram over his head.
In the Divine Diagram, eerie Law Networks intertwined like worms, constantly surging.
This person was none other than the infamous Hong Xiao.
The Lord-level Monster Materials from yesterday had given him a significant improvement, so he figured he’d harvest a batch of prey from Yaoyang City.
However, the situation didn’t seem to match his expectations.
“What’s going on? We haven’t collected much Spiritual Substance, so why are even those hidden followers starting to get exposed?”
Feeling the successive deaths of his followers one by one, Hong Xiao’s expression flickered between dark and stormy.
This made him involuntarily think back to yesterday’s action, when that rooster cavalry unit from Yaoyang City’s military had appeared—that rooster-like Painted Spirit was very strange, actually evoking a fear from the depths of his soul.
If not for that, he definitely would have devoured everyone there clean.
“Hiss~ Another one dead?”
“They can’t all be getting dragged out, can they?”
“Damn it, what’s really going on in Yaoyang City?”
Seeing his painstakingly incorporated followers about to be wiped out, Hong Xiao’s face twisted with shock and suspicion.
Combined with the recent frantic expansion of Yaoyang City’s Dimensional Defense Line, it made him realize that something must have happened in Yaoyang City lately.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure it out.
Why had such a bottom-tier small city suddenly become energetic?
“Could it be that the major dojos have intervened? That shouldn’t be—the Evil Gods said…” Hong Xiao’s expression flickered. “It can’t be that Lord Evil God deceived us all, right?”
Hong Xiao racked his brains but couldn’t figure it out, vaguely sensing something bad, yet unable to pinpoint it.
Seeing his followers on the verge of total annihilation, Hong Xiao grew increasingly irritated and decided to personally venture in to investigate.
He produced a blood-colored Life Scroll Painting out of thin air, emanating evil aura, with five strands of Life Mark Flowing Light encircling the blood-colored Life Scroll.
With a slight mental stir, the blood-colored Life Scroll infused into his body, merging his mind with the Divine Diagram above his head.
…
Meanwhile, at this time in Yaoyang City, under the radiance of Sun Wukong, it was rapidly recovering from the evil worm disaster.
Over ten Evil Worm Followers had been forcefully dragged out by Sun Wukong, and along the way, two followers of other Evil Gods were also pulled out—some kind of unexpected gain, anyway.
“Found it,” on Wu Xian’s side, he locked onto the aura of another Evil God Follower. “This should be the last one this time!”
