Chapter 162: Falling Treasure Money
“President, something’s wrong!” Several team members shouted in alarm.
The middle-aged Scroll Painter’s expression flickered uncertainly.
These Insectoid Monsters were clearly here to rescue that Insectoid Demon, but the more they did so, the more it highlighted the value of that Insectoid Demon.
“Prepare to retreat!”
With a swift command, the team members began breaking out toward the exterior.
But the middle-aged Scroll Painter clearly wasn’t ready to give up easily. While forcefully recalling the Divine Dog Gold Scroll, he raised his hand and tossed out another golden axis silver-edged Appliance Scroll Painting.
The Scroll Painting unfurled in mid-air, transforming into a dark red collar emanating a strange power.
As the collar spun, it projected astonishing Law Power.
“What is that?!”
Wu Xian and the Xue Family members felt a chill in their hearts.
At that moment, Xue Zhengying suddenly began screaming in agony. Under the irradiation of that red collar, his body rapidly swelled, displaying even more terrifying Insectoid Race features.
Even Sun Star Lord felt an inexplicable discomfort under the collar’s red light, its body involuntarily beginning to show its true form features.
“Damn it, release my Second Brother—!”
Xue Lingling shouted in fury. Power surged from the Ghost King Divine Diagram above her head, and another even more majestic Divine Diagram emerged above the Ghost King Divine Diagram—it was the Divine Diagram corresponding to Aya Ghost King.
Third Master Xue and the others also attacked, trying to stop that peculiar Appliance Scroll Painting.
“Futile struggle!”
The middle-aged Scroll Painter sneered contemptuously, clearly having strong confidence in the Golden Scroll Collar in his hand.
Wu Xian stared fixedly at the spinning dark red collar in mid-air.
Golden axis, silver edge, six and a half stars, and surprisingly just an instance.
This was clearly not the middle-aged Scroll Painter’s own work; it seemed more like the handiwork of some other powerful Scroll Painter.
Seeing Xue Zhengying struggling in pain, the Xue Family members were anxious to the point of scalp numbness.
At the critical moment, 【Five Paths of Wealth God】 Divine Diagram unfolded above Wu Xian’s head, and Treasure Summoning Heavenly Lord Xiao Sheng and Treasure Gathering Heavenly Lord Cao Bao appeared.
“Hm?!”
The middle-aged Scroll Painter was initially startled by the might of the 【Five Paths of Wealth God】 Divine Diagram.
But upon seeing they were two Copper Axis Three-Star Scroll Paintings, he nearly burst out laughing on the spot. “Heh heh, this Divine Diagram has some presence, but unfortunately, the Scroll Paintings are still far inferior~!”
Sending out two Copper Axis Scroll Paintings to deal with him was just too laughable.
The next second, the middle-aged Scroll Painter’s smile came to an abrupt halt.
Under the combined effort of the two Copper Axis Painted Spirits, a golden Treasure Coin with small wings darted out—round with a square hole, its surface engraved with ancient and mysterious inscriptions.
As the Treasure Coin flew past, the controlled dark red collar suddenly lost its connection.
The dimming, falling dark red collar was rolled up by the Treasure Coin and landed in Wu Xian’s hand.
“Monster-Suppressing Collar?”
Wu Xian felt the aura of this Appliance Scroll Painting and was secretly surprised.
Whether in terms of materials or the Law Aura emanating from within, this Appliance Scroll Painting was undeniably powerful and certainly had a significant origin.
“What?” The middle-aged Scroll Painter’s face changed drastically. Seeing his treasured Scroll Painting fall into Wu Xian’s hands, he shouted anxiously and angrily: “Kid, return my treasure scroll—!”
With that, three Exotic Beast Painted Spirits burst out from the Exotic Beast Divine Diagram above his head, lunging toward Wu Xian to snatch it.
Wu Xian smiled calmly and stored the collar Scroll Painting into his Qiankun Bag. Wealth Aura and Treasure Light flowed around his body, and God of Wealth emerged by his side.
His seated Black Tiger let out a roar, intimidating the three Exotic Beast Painted Spirits. As the Steel Whip in his hand swung, thunder surged.
The Gold Ingot in his hand was lifted and tossed out, rapidly enlarging under the nourishment of dense Wealth Aura, resembling a sky-obscuring golden mountain.
The opponent’s three Exotic Beast Painted Spirits were immediately smashed into dizziness.
At the same time, the Xue Family members had already rescued Xue Zhengying. Third Master Xue produced a circle of peculiar talismans, putting him into a coma, and immediately sealed him into a black sandalwood coffin.
“Withdraw!”
Then, at Third Master Xue’s signal, the group quickly began breaking out and retreating.
The dazed middle-aged Scroll Painter’s face twisted ferociously as he frantically led his subordinates in pursuit, only to be obstructed by an increasing number of Insectoid Race monsters.
After all, the Insect Swarm only feared Wu Xian, who carried Sun Star Lord, not them.
In contrast, Wu Xian’s group, under Sun Star Lord’s powerful deterrence, swiftly broke out amid the encirclement of countless Insect Swarms.
The middle-aged Scroll Painter’s figure in the rear was soon swallowed and obscured by the Insect Swarm.
“Little kid, we owe you big time this round!”
Third Master Xue breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude to Wu Xian.
No sooner had the words fallen than a terrifying shockwave rippled from the rear, with endless Insectoid Race exploding into oblivion as if detonated.
The crowd, who had just relaxed, turned back in shock.
A snow-white Divine Dog Exotic Beast, under the middle-aged Scroll Painter’s control, roared skyward as if summoning something. A vast power seemed to descend from the heavens above, injecting into the Divine Dog Exotic Beast’s body.
At this moment, the Divine Dog Exotic Beast was like a true god possessed, its white long fur dancing as it bathed in a field of golden Divine Light.
The roar shook heaven and earth, the golden Divine Light growing ever brighter, and a terrifying pressure swept out, bearing down directly on Wu Xian and the others.
Third Master Xue’s face changed drastically, murmuring lowly with a faint tremble: “Luoshen… Luoshen?!”
“Luoshen?” Wu Xian was baffled.
Before the words settled, the Divine Dog Exotic Beast charged at the group with overwhelming might, the air filled with suffocating sense of oppression.
Just then, two Nine-Star Gold Scroll figures arrived in the nick of time. While fully blocking the Divine Dog Exotic Beast’s attack, they spread a circle of spatial power that enveloped the group and vanished without a trace.
The next second, Wu Xian’s group had appeared outside the Insectoid Dimensional Rift, hearts still pounding with lingering fear, souls unsettled.
Mayor Chen Shilong stood by like a weight lifted off his shoulders, his deep gaze fixed on the depths of the Dimensional Rift.
“Mayor?!”
Wu Xian exclaimed in surprise, curiously eyeing the two Nine-Star Gold Scrolls beside Chen Shilong, feeling something off but unable to pinpoint it.
“Thank you, Mayor, for saving us.” The now-calmed Third Master Xue and Xue Zhengheng hurriedly expressed thanks.
“No matter,” Chen Shilong waved indifferently, puzzledly asking: “That Scroll Painter’s background… isn’t simple. It’s best to steer clear as much as possible.”
Xue Lingling’s gaze toward Chen Shilong was somewhat complex. “Could he be a disciple from some noble family in the Exotic Beast Dojo?”
Chen Shilong shook his head silently, saying no more.
“Speaking of which, is your Xue Family short on Divine Power Fragments again?” Chen Shilong changed the subject, seeming puzzled. “Why bring Master Little Wu to such a dangerous place?”
“It’s a long story,” Third Master Xue clearly didn’t want to reveal Xue Zhengying’s matter. “We’ll personally thank the Mayor later.”
With that, after some brief pleasantries, he led the Xue Family members away.
Chen Shilong watched the Xue Family’s departing figures thoughtfully, murmuring to himself.
“That Insectoid Demon just now was Xue Zhengying, right? To think he survived even after being trapped in the Insectoid Dimension all those years ago?”
……
“So the Mayor is that strong?”
On the way back, Wu Xian couldn’t help but marvel curiously.
“Naturally.” Third Master Xue chuckled wryly.
“Those two Nine-Star Gold Scrolls looked a bit strange—quite the origin, huh?” Wu Xian asked curiously.
Third Master Xue shook his head awkwardly. “I’m really not sure. Seems like every generation of mayors uses those same Gold Scrolls; they’ve been around for ages.”
“Ah? Gold Scrolls inherited from previous generations of mayors?” Wu Xian was secretly shocked.
You see, passing down Scroll Paintings wasn’t easy at all—after all, no one could guarantee they wouldn’t shatter at any moment.
Moreover, with the original Scroll Painter long gone, any damage in the meantime was irreversible and irreparable.
Thus, any Scroll Painting that could be passed down for several generations was the real deal, top-tier goods.
