Chapter 180: Renamed: Underworld Club!
Under Wu Xian’s various indirect hints, bright lights kept emerging in Xue Lingling’s eyes.
Her whole person was like being opened to a new world, gazing at the face of the good disciple in front of her, on her Underworld makeup-covered face, gradually showing a state of worship and obsession.
After a long time, Xue Lingling suddenly came back to her senses.
No, she was the master, so why did it feel like she had suddenly become the “disciple” of her disciple?
“Cough cough, that…” Xue Lingling hurriedly assumed the stance of a master, “Although the capable one is the teacher, after all, you took me as your master first, so you will always be my good disciple.”
Wu Xian chuckled speechlessly; he naturally didn’t care about such things. “Discussing together and making progress together, right?”
“Hee hee, as expected of my good disciple.” Xue Lingling was fully satisfied. Looking at the good disciple in front of her, and recalling the inspiration-bursting thought process in her mind, she couldn’t help but sigh aloud, “How is my eyesight so good?”
One sentence: As expected of me.
So what if she’s not as good as her disciple?
If the disciple can outshine the master and surpass her, doesn’t that even more prove how great she, the master, is?
There’s a saying that goes, thousand-mile horses are common, but good judges of talent are rare.
I’m truly a good judge of talent, hee hee.
Xue Zhengying had already dozed off halfway through listening and had quietly left the room long ago, so as not to disturb the two scroll painters discussing the Dao.
“By the way, are all these ideas of yours derived from my Xue Family inheritance?”
“Sort of.” Wu Xian smiled.
Xue Lingling continued to discuss excitedly with Wu Xian, as if wanting to extract more from her good disciple’s mouth.
For some reason, she always felt that her good disciple was still hiding a lot.
Time unknowingly arrived at the next morning.
Xue Lingling still had an appearance of being not satisfied and full of emotion, “Speaking of which, shouldn’t our club change its name too?”
“Change name?” Wu Xian was stunned.
“Just call it Underworld Club,” Xue Lingling’s eyes burned hot, “In the future, you and I, master and disciple united, strive to change the Undead Divine Realm to Underworld Divine Realm too. How about it, do you have confidence?”
Wu Xian neither confirmed nor denied it. “Right, Master Sister, how can you be included in the Undead Divine Realm?”
“This involves the internal selection and competition of the dojo, and according to the rules set by the several great families, the standard for scroll painters representing the former founding families to enter the divine realm has to be even higher.” Xue Lingling laughed.
“So disgusting?” Wu Xian frowned.
“Although there’s suspicion of making things difficult, it can also be understood.” Xue Lingling said, “After all, founding family scroll painters come with divine realm authority. If they don’t have a sufficiently high tier and level, it’s easy to make the divine realm a mess.”
Wu Xian understood. “What are the specific standards? When can we charge in?”
“According to my original planning, promoting the current three Ghost Emperors to gold scrolls would be about enough.” Xue Lingling pondered, “But now, I want to first create a 【Ghost Emperor】. At that time, give those families a big surprise and blind their dog eyes.”
Tsk tsk, just thinking about it made her unable to contain that excitement.
Later, together with Xue Lingling, they went to the association to rename the club.
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Yesterday’s promotion battlefield match had already become the hot topic among Yaoyang City citizens.
Especially the live clip of 【King Qin Guang】 appearing, which spread at a terrifying speed.
Even the provincial city side was shocked by this video, and the name Ghost King Club thus stepped out of Yaoyang City and began formally entering the “world”.
Within Tianfeng Province, major cities and major clubs also began to closely pay attention to this emerging club that was unknown before.
Sure enough, even the Provincial Scroll Painter Association side was shocked.
Vice President Huang watched that live clip over and over, deeply shocked in his heart.
Originally just wanting to check on his daughter’s performance in Yaoyang City, he ended up being deeply attracted by Wu Xian’s 【King Qin Guang】, having long forgotten that he had a daughter “suffering” in Yaoyang City.
He, who had struggled for most of his life, believed he had some reputation and attainment in the scroll painter world.
But now he was deeply struck by Wu Xian, this grassroots genius.
“Such an excellent genius, how great it would be if he could come to the association?”
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Tianfeng Province, holy city Dongfeng City.
Inside Divine Dog Club, several club members who happened to see this video immediately reported it to the great president lord.
President Wang, who had been sullen these past few days, instantly became spirited upon seeing Wu Xian in the video, gritting his teeth.
“Good, so it’s that little brat from that rundown place Yaoyang City. Ghost King Club, huh?”
A subordinate nearby corrected, “I heard it’s already been renamed 【Underworld Club】.”
“No matter what club it is, he robbed laozi’s treasure, laozi will make sure he lives worse than death—!” President Wang’s face was ferocious. “Let’s go, transfer some manpower. Laozi is going to grind that kid’s bones to dust!”
“Ah?” The club subordinate didn’t quite understand.
It was just a gold scroll appliance, was it that important?
“Go when I tell you to go, where’s all that nonsense from?” President Wang coldly rebuked.
“Yes, this subordinate will go gather manpower now.”
Watching his subordinate’s departing figure, President Wang snorted coldly: “Looks like the training isn’t harsh enough yet; need to increase the intensity later.”
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Undead Dojo.
Zhao Qinghe, whose serious injuries hadn’t healed, had already slunk back home, his heart full of hatred toward the Xue Family.
This time, he was determined to gather the family elders and completely strangle the Xue Family in the cradle.
However, after his father Zhao Gao learned the whole story, he directly kicked him. “Useless idiot, who told you to go to Yaoyang City to target that Xue Lingling girl? That girl is, after all, a scroll painter of our Undead Dojo no matter what.
If this matter gets known by the other families, do you know how much trouble there will be?”
“Father, what are you doing? Wasn’t I also doing it for our Zhao Family?” Zhao Qinghe cried with a mournful face, expressing incomprehension.
“You know shit,” Zhao Gao blew his beard and glared. “Does laozi not know about the Xue Family’s threat? Don’t the other families know?”
“Ah?” Zhao Qinghe was baffled. “Then why not solve this trouble early? I think the other families would also be willing to join hands with us.”
“If it were really that simple, how could their Xue Family have survived until now?”
Then, under his father Zhao Gao’s explanation, Zhao Qinghe learned that all founding families held a “self-destruct device” in their hands.
Crucially, the Xue Family’s divine realm authority lineage from back then was the closest to their Zhao Family. Once the Xue Family was cornered, the one suffering the most damage would still be their Zhao Family.
“But we can’t just let this matter drop like this, right?” Zhao Qinghe was aggrieved and frantic. “My Yellow Springs Ugly Woman was shattered by that damn girl.”
Although with the copyright imprint, it could be made again, the cost of a gold scroll was still very high.
Moreover, a scroll painting shattering was different from reconstructing; reconstructing could retain the painted spirit level, but after a scroll painting shattered and was redrawn, the painted spirit level would have to start from scratch.
“Serves you right!” Zhao Gao said hatefully, unable to shape the iron into steel. “Who told you to send it up yourself? Get lost, go into secluded cultivation for me properly. From now on, without important matters, you’re not allowed to go anywhere!”
As a father, saying he didn’t feel heartbroken would definitely be false.
But this matter could only be accepted as is, after all, his son had secretly gone to Yaoyang City to target Xue Lingling, which was a bit over the line.
Later, when the other families found out, they would definitely make use of the topic.
But it had to be admitted that his son had brought back some valuable intelligence this trip, especially the appearance of that god-level scroll painting; the other families would probably also secretly take it seriously.
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