Chapter 181: Necromancy Division Has Hotties Too
In the Underworld Club, Wu Xian was thoroughly cemented as the Acting President.
No way around it, Master Sister had started secluded cultivation again after his guidance.
And for the club members, it didn’t matter whether Xue Lingling or Wu Xian managed the club.
After promoting to Silver Tier Club, the members had also begun campaigning in the Silver Tier League, but it wasn’t the “total domination” they had imagined.
After all, Bai Shiqi was still “struggling bitterly” in Yaoyang City, and his Silver Tier Scroll Paintings were still quite formidable.
Moreover, after that battle, Bai Shiqi seemed to have gained some insight, 【Emperor Mummy】 series also saw significant improvement, which added some “game experience” for the club members.
After all, the league environment in Yaoyang City was really too poor, and constant instant kills weren’t that interesting.
In their spare time between matches, the members were also actively striving hard, collecting various resources, working toward their first 【Gold Scroll】.
Which one of those on the league route didn’t want to become a Gold Tier Player? To campaign in the Gold Tier League?
In the past, for tamers from these small cities, it was something they wouldn’t even dare to dream of.
Now, the great President and Vice President had created the conditions for them—how could they squander this opportunity?
Put it this way: nowadays, the Underworld Club’s members had already started heading to the association’s various Domain Scroll Paintings in groups, with teams appearing frequently in the various Scroll Painting Instances like packs of hungry wolves.
Additionally, Xue Zhengying and Huang Lili’s joining brought some new atmosphere to the club.
Especially Xue Zhengying, who could provide systematic training and guidance to the junior players, gradually turning the members into professional club players.
As for Huang Lili, best not to mention her.
She spent every day spreading “heretical” ideas to some female players in the club.
The good thing was, this young lady had recently become obsessed with the 【Laurel Tree】 Cultivation Pod, living in it every day with her two gods—who could compete with a little rich girl having money?
She was currently contacting her old father, Vice President Huang, to help her collect materials for upgrading 【Kui Mu Lang】 brother’s Gold Scroll.
This had really worried Vice President Huang, who was far away in the provincial city.
The entire Underworld Club exuded a thriving atmosphere.
“God Father, God Father,” Huang Lili knocked on the door boisterously, “Big trouble~!”
Wu Xian, who was single-mindedly pondering the Underworld Judge Division, jumped up with a head full of black lines, “Weren’t you going to Holy Spirit Island to collect King Kong Tiger King materials?”
“That’s the thing,” Huang Lili exclaimed dramatically: “The association side said they temporarily received a notice from Shenglin Dojo, saying they were reclaiming 【Holy Spirit Island】, and it’s already not allowing entry.”
“Huh?” Wu Xian was secretly alarmed, “How could that be?”
What was going on? Could it be that Shenglin Dojo had already detected the problem?
“No idea?” Huang Lili looked all aggrieved, “Woo woo, what about my two poor brothers~!”
“Uh, no need to go that far,” Wu Xian said with a wry smile: “Although Holy Spirit Island’s Sacred Spirit materials are the best, they’re not irreplaceable. I’ll give you some ideas—find according to this standard, and it’ll be fine.”
“But I want to give my two brothers the best.”
“…” Wu Xian said helplessly: “Don’t worry~ As long as you find materials meeting these standards, they won’t be inferior to Holy Spirit Island materials.”
Holy Spirit Island materials were good, but they only slightly borrowed a tiny bit of the Four Spirits of Heaven’s “popularity.” Their only advantage was easy access and cheap price, but they weren’t essential.
“Really?” Huang Lili muttered skeptically.
“Don’t worry! Holy Spirit Island materials’ only advantage is being a bit cheaper,” Wu Xian patted his chest in guarantee, “By the way, Lili, are you interested in Undead-type Scroll Paintings?”
“Not interested.” Huang Lili answered decisively, even a bit disdainfully.
Wu Xian said: “What if it’s a very handsome Undead-type Scroll Painting?”
Huang Lili’s expression turned odd, “Do Undead-type Scroll Paintings have anything to do with handsomeness?”
“Why not,” Wu Xian grinned, showing the sketches he’d conceptualized over the past two days to Huang Lili, “The Undead type inherently has an Underworld style and terrifying aura, but it’s not without handsome possibilities.”
Huang Lili’s presence had made him deeply realize the importance of appearance for Scroll Paintings.
Even setting aside niche groups like Huang Lili, most consumers inevitably chose based on looks.
Therefore, when conceptualizing the judges, he completely abandoned some fixed images from his previous life, going for a “pure original” image concept like Sun Star Lord.
As for the big shot Zhong Kui of the Department of Punishing Evil, forget it—adaptation wasn’t random invention, and not all Huaxia gods suited his “cosmetic techniques.”
For example, big shot Zhong Kui, as the ferocious deity of the Department of Punishing Evil, simply couldn’t be handsome by design; forcing it would ruin the concept’s integrity.
But the other three judges still had great potential.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t, but aesthetics should be diverse—you need to appreciate the beauty of different styles,” Wu Xian educated her earnestly: “That way, you can appreciate more handsome guys, right?”
Facts proved he was overthinking it.
The sketches of the three judges—Cui Yu, Wei Zheng, Lu Zhi Dao—immediately captivated Huang Lili.
“Shocked! Undead type can be this handsome?” Huang Lili’s eyes sparkled with infatuation, full of disbelief, “Though this one named Wei Zheng is a bit too uncle-like, as for the other two Yin Commanders, I’ll reserve them first.”
“Yin Commanders?” Wu Xian was stunned: “They’re not Yin Commanders, they’re judges.”
“I know, my ‘Yin Commanders’ is an adjective, not a noun.”
“…”
After sending Huang Lili away, Wu Xian continued perfecting the judges’ images.
The image of the Department of Rewarding Good judge—Wei Zheng—didn’t need changes either; after all, different strokes for different folks, and the uncle type had a solid market.
But in the midst of his revisions, he received an unexpected call.
It was actually a video call from Sister Tiao, which shocked Wu Xian.
During the time Sister Tiao had been away, life had lost a lot of its fun.
“Hey~ Sister Tiao,” Wu Xian answered the video excitedly, “I couldn’t reach you by phone before—thought you were under tight protection by Mechanical Dojo.”
“Hmph! If they don’t let me out for some air soon, I’ll get depressed,” Tang Tiaotiao vented fiercely, “Good thing that bunch of old henchmen know their place—I’ll introduce you later.”
“Old henchmen?” Wu Xian’s mouth twitched slightly.
What the hell old henchmen—could it be that Mechanical Dojo had been turned into Mechanical Club by Sister Tiao?
“Hehe, Sister Tiao’s status here is high now. Next time you’re in Mechanical Dojo territory, if anyone dares bully you, just name-drop me.” Sister Tiao was still the same Sister Tiao, “I heard Little Xianzi’s been doing well lately. I just stepped out for air and already heard of your Underworld Club’s fame—not bad for my favorite henchman, promising~!”
Wu Xian couldn’t help but be surprised: “Really? Our Underworld Club’s reputation has spread to your side?”
“Mainly because Qingxuan sis has been paying attention to you—she watched your Promotion Match the whole way.”
“Got it.” Wu Xian suddenly understood.
After some casual chatting and small talk, his mood inexplicably brightened, as if back to those carefree campus days.
Learning about Sister Tiao’s top-tier treatment at Mechanical Dojo put Wu Xian’s mind at ease.
“Alright, I gotta go plan and prep for the follow-up Invitation Tournament,” Tang Tiaotiao said reluctantly with a hint of helplessness, “Oh, right—my bro’s been obsessed with your theory lately. He got a bunch of top-tier Mechanical materials from me recently, no idea what he’s tinkering with. Just called him and he didn’t pick up—check on him for me later.”
