Chapter 141: Scared It Off
At the side, Bai Shiqi, who had been standing by idly the whole time, was already somewhat numb.
He felt that there was no need at all for the Desert God of Death to make a move; just following behind the big shot and freeloading merit was enough.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with the majestic figure of the Sun Star Lord, and deep in his heart, he urgently wanted to ask Wu Xian for a copy to take back, but he felt too embarrassed.
After all, no matter how you put it, he was a favored son of the Dengfeng Dojo, and the pride in his bones did not allow him to use someone else’s scroll painting.
This was the “Dao Heart” that an excellent scroll painter must possess.
Simply put: believe in yourself, believe in your own scroll painting concept; only then could one go further on the way of scroll painting.
It was not that one could not acknowledge others’ excellence.
But once you start relying on others’ scroll paintings, that “heart qi” in your heart would be gone.
For an excellent scroll painter, this was absolutely fatal.
Therefore, any scroll painter with some ambition and pursuit would avoid using others’ scroll paintings as much as possible, unless it was an authorized original copy passed down between master and disciple.
But Wu Xian clearly would not sell him an authorized original copy.
Such an excellent gold scroll thought process—no scroll painter would sell an authorized original copy of it.
One had to know that every original gold scroll was a scroll painter’s trump card at the bottom of the box.
It could even rise to the level of measuring a scroll painter’s strength.
For example, he himself now was a “two-gold” scroll painter, that is, a scroll painter who possessed two original gold scrolls.
At his age, achieving this result absolutely made him an elite among elites, top-tier among top-tier.
At least before meeting Wu Xian, that was what he thought.
Additionally, the number of gold scrolls could not only be used to measure scroll painters but also spirit tamers.
In the top-tier spirit tamer circles of the upper layer big cities, the number of gold scrolls was an important indicator for measuring a spirit tamer’s strength.
After all, starting from the golden axis, scroll paintings saw a sharp increase in both cost and concept difficulty.
The more excellent the gold scroll, the more outrageous the cost and the higher the drawing difficulty.
The difficulty of gathering a set of gold scroll materials was quite high.
Many spirit tamers spent their entire lives, and possessing one or two axial gold scrolls was already a considerable honor.
The jade axis and black axis scroll paintings above that were existences that ordinary people could not touch.
To put it this way, the reason their Dengfeng Dojo ranked upstream among the nine great dojos was precisely because of three black scrolls presiding, and two of them were even “ancestral” authorized original copies passed down.
“Brother Bai, be careful; this evil god follower seems a bit off.”
Wu Xian’s reminder interrupted Bai Shiqi’s sentiments.
Hearing this, Bai Shiqi hurriedly released the Desert God of Death again, vaguely sensing something wrong as well.
The aura of that evil god follower below seemed to be growing and rising.
Before they could get close, the opponent had already charged at them first.
Boom!
A streak of evil blood light shot into the sky.
A middle-aged man with his back covered in dense crimson worms appeared before them, with a projection resembling a divine diagram above his head, but only one corner of that divine diagram.
“Not good, Hong Xiao has personally possessed him—!”
Bai Shiqi cried out in alarm, treating it as a formidable enemy, and immediately released another of his original gold scrolls.
“There’s such an operation?”
Amid Wu Xian’s surprise, his gaze was drawn to Bai Shiqi’s second gold scroll.
It was a gorgeous woman emanating a powerful holy aura, her entire body ablaze with flames, her golden-red hair dancing fiercely with the fire, holding a torch of a unique style in her hand.
“The aura of Dengfeng God Domain?” The sinister middle-aged man, upon seeing Bai Shiqi’s two gold scrolls, sneered in realization. “No wonder this small rundown place has been feeling more and more off lately.”
Just as he was mocking and sneering, he suddenly sensed a chill that pierced to the bone.
His gaze involuntarily turned to the handsome and martial scroll painting beside Wu Xian, and the worms swaying on his back instantly stood on end like sweat hairs.
“You’re that Hong Xiao?”
Facing the evil god follower possessed by the evil god scroll painter, Wu Xian did not dare to be careless.
“What a unfamiliar aura; which path are you from, little kid?”
The sinister middle-aged man’s face turned ashen, his figure unconsciously retreating slowly.
“Star Lord, kill him—!”
Wu Xian had no intention of talking nonsense with him; the moment he confirmed the opponent’s identity, killing intent surged in his eyes.
Along this route of purging, although it had been very easy, those scenes of devastation were still fresh in his mind.
Bai Shiqi had not expected Wu Xian to be so decisive. Seeing Wu Xian make his move, he hurriedly followed. “Brother Wu, be careful; this villain’s strength is quite powerful. Five years ago, he could already… uh…”
Before he finished speaking, another humanoid painted spirit emanating a gold scroll aura emerged beside Wu Xian.
One hand holding a steel whip, the other cradling a gold ingot, riding a majestic black tiger beneath.
“There’s… still another gold scroll?!” Bai Shiqi was utterly stunned.
As soon as that painted spirit appeared, thunder roared in the sky, with bolts of thunder pouring down.
Not to mention him—even Hong Xiao, who had possessed the follower at this moment, was dumbfounded.
The terrifying aura emanating from those thunderbolts made his scalp tingle, and he hurriedly urged the power of the evil insect mother god to resist, with the worms on his back frantically breeding and growing, transforming into massive worms filled with evil power, charging at the two.
“You two little kids who haven’t even grown hair, how dare you act arrogant before This Seat; die—!”
Bai Shiqi controlled his two gold scrolls, responding steadily. With his divine diagram opening above his head, he traded blows evenly with those massive worms.
Meanwhile, Wu Xian was in a posture of going all out.
Bathed in a field of aura of wealth and treasure light, he paid no heed to the attacks from the numerous massive worms, controlling the God of Wealth and Sun Star Lord to strike straight at the sinister middle-aged man.
Cackle cackle—!
With one Morning Crowing from the Sun Star Lord, the massive worms coiling around instantly contracted back in agony.
“What?!”
The sinister middle-aged man was shaken by that rooster crow to the point his soul trembled. Even in his possessed follower state, his main body’s destiny divine diagram involuntarily quivered.
Little did he know, this moment of fear was just the beginning.
That painted spirit clad in a long robe of rosy glow, holding a feather fan, actually transformed into a six-to-seven-meter-tall, spirited big rooster. The instant its sharp eyes looked toward him, he fell into the agony of his soul being torn apart.
“Aaah—!”
The sinister man screamed in horror, the dozens of massive worms on his back trembling wildly.
In his terror, Hong Xiao wanted to detach from the possession state, only to see that big rooster pouncing toward him, its sharp beak inches away.
At the same time, a massive gold ingot pressed down from above, layering his fear even more.
Boom!
The sinister middle-aged man was instantly torn apart by the Sun Wukong true form and smashed into meat paste by the gold ingot.
…
Deep in the Insectoid Dimension, inside the underground nest.
Hong Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood wildly, with countless tiny insects seeming to twitch and writhe within the blood.
The power of his blood-colored life scroll within his body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, rapidly receding, his entire body still trembling uncontrollably.
Although he had desperately detached from the possession state, in the instant before detaching, he was still pecked once by that big rooster.
And that single peck directly made his head feel like it was splitting, his consciousness blurring; even his destiny Evil Insect Mother suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.
Puff!
Another mouthful of old blood.
In his panicked and helpless state, Hong Xiao tried to stand up, only to find his trembling limbs completely unresponsive.
Fear! Terror!
At this moment, he seemed to have experienced the feelings of those people he had harmed.
After an unknown amount of time, Hong Xiao gradually recovered from that deep fear, his face pale and bloodless, with deep fear still lingering in his eyes.
At this moment, he had only one thought: run!
Whoever wanted to come to this place could; he would never come back in this lifetime.
