Mythological Realm Scroll Painter: Starting with God of Wealth Zhao Gongming – Chapter 212

Xue Zhengying's Ceo Fans

Chapter 212: Xue Zhengying’s Ceo Fans

The moment they saw this post, netizens across Yaoyang City lost their composure.

“What the heck? One Shot One Kill?”

“Aaah… so annoying, can you lucky seal pups just scram!”

“You ask 【Fish Gill Marshal】 if it’s good? I dream of getting a Fish Gill Marshal instance copy, wail wail wail, I’m still using a rubbing even now.”

“Take your 【Fish Gill Marshal】 to the Abyssal Realm and try it to find out.”

“By the way, are you selling that 【Fish Gill Marshal】? I’ll offer sixteen hundred Spirit Crystals, ten pulls to return one, guaranteed profit.”

“Sell to me sell to me, I’ll offer two thousand Spirit Crystals, plus one more Copper Scroll Fish Gill Marshal, and I can upgrade to Silver Scroll.”

“Don’t listen to their nonsense, try it first after you get it, you’ll definitely come back to thank me after using it.”

This out-of-town lucky netizen wasn’t stupid either, and it only cost 160 Spirit Crystals total, basically free, so ordering it to try wasn’t bad, and if it wasn’t good, he could resell it later.

Little did he know, this 160 Spirit Crystals today would drag him into what kind of “Deep Pit” in the future.

Soon, more and more out-of-town netizens were attracted by the “Gacha System.”

Some extraordinarily lucky out-of-town netizens couldn’t help but celebrate their luck; this feeling of spending little to win big was still quite wonderful.

Just for this wonderful experience, they would seriously try out the scrolls they drew.

Underworld Club.

Wu Xian, returning victorious, was still regretting not killing that Plant Person Evil Infant as well.

In contrast, everyone in the club was already in high spirits.

Although the current Aura of Wealth growth wasn’t very obvious yet, from the Underworld Club’s follower count, the Popularity growth was very clear.

That night, a celebration banquet was inevitable.

Meanwhile, in Dongfeng City, the Provincial Capital, at the Nature Club.

Hu Yunlei was completely deflated, his self-esteem dealt an unprecedented blow.

As a twenty-four-year-old Gold Scroll Painter, he had always been the pride of his parents and family, hailed as a Genius Scroll Painter by others from childhood.

But today, he was thoroughly crushed.

At his side, his father, the club President, was seriously reviewing the match replay with a stern face, “The loss wasn’t unjust, those two Gold Scrolls from the opponent aren’t to be underestimated.”

But what truly concerned him was that this young Scroll Painter named Wu Xian was not even nineteen yet.

“Do you know this kid named Wu Xian?” the President father asked seriously.

“Yeah, I ran into him at the Association Treasury not long ago,” Hu Yunlei gave a bitter smile, “I heard from the Association that he has a Special Pass from the Association.”

“What?!” The President father was shocked, “You’re sure you’re not joking?”

“Anyone who can enter the Provincial Association’s Treasury, how could it be fake?”

The President father took a deep breath, his eyes flickering uncertainly, “Looks like this Underworld Club needs special attention.”

On the other side, the Divine Dog Club had also taken notice of Wu Xian’s match performance.

The more they watched Lou Jin Dog’s performance, the more value they saw in this Divine Dog Scroll Painting, but they couldn’t contact the owner above for now.

Moreover, his nephew’s death in battle filled him with hatred toward the Underworld Club.

Unfortunately, with that old guy Cui Wenxuan in Yaoyang City, it was hard for him to make a move.

For now, it seemed he could only target the Underworld Club’s Otherworld Outpost.

Yaoyang City, North Street District.

After celebrating the victory, Wu Xian returned to the small villa and silently switched to wage slave mode.

He rushed to complete and deliver over thirty Copper Scroll orders that night, a mix of pain and pleasure.

The next day, Master Sister and Huang Lili also made their Gold Tier League debuts one after another. Though their opponents were relatively average and the wins fairly easy, it brought the Underworld Club, this new club, into the public eye.

Especially Huang Lili’s side, with Sun Star Lord, Kui Mu Xing Jun, plus two Marshals better than the Judge.

It instantly drew high attention from the “Two-Dimensional” girl group.

In the evening, Xue Zhengying’s debut sparked intense focus from a bunch of veteran clubs and veteran viewers.

The new generation of viewers and clubs might not know Xue Zhengying, but those old viewers and veteran clubs did.

Learning that Xue Zhengying was back on the field, still in his former youthful state, had clubs and old viewers reacting like they’d seen a ghost.

The key was Xue Zhengying’s group of former die-hard fans.

No longer young and not following the league much anymore, they began flooding major social media and forums, venting their inner excitement.

The obituary of Xue Zhengying once trapped in the Otherworld had always been their lifelong regret.

Now, with Xue Zhengying back on the field, the impact on these old fans was devastating.

Put it this way: the Provincial Capital Alliance’s customer service lines were blown up, but fortunately the Alliance high-level officials had anticipated it and prepared in advance.

To that end, right after Xue Zhengying’s debut victory, they issued a “Welcome Back” announcement, maximally boosting this former player’s prestige.

With one announcement, the old die-hard fans from years past came to pay respects.

Information about this legendary player Xue Zhengying began spreading wildly.

“How many years has it been, I never thought our Old Xue was still alive, can you understand my mood right now?”

“The moment I saw the announcement, my whole body was trembling.”

“No words, tears in my eyes…”

“Damn it, my son actually asked me who Xue Zhengying is? I gave him a Seven Wolves beating!”

“This generation of young people has no idea of Old Xue’s dominance back then.”

“Anyone up for a group pilgrimage to the Underworld Club?”

“You might not believe it, but I’m already on a private train to Yaoyang City, gonna get Old Xue to endorse first.”

“Haha, I’m also preparing to switch endorsers for my own company.”

“Just saw those young kids online still mocking our Old Xue, it cracked me up.”

“Yeah, and they dare compare their trash records and resumes to Old Xue?”

“Too bad Old Xue’s old battle records and files were canceled, now he has to start from scratch, but no worries, with Old Xue’s skills, returning to the peak is just a matter of time.”

“It’s just this little Underworld Club, I’m a bit confused about it.”

“I’ve already checked with friends at the Alliance and Association: it’s the club founded by Old Xue’s Little Sister from back then, and this Little Sister is a Scroll Painter who graduated from the Undead Dojo.”

“Little Sister? Oh yeah, that cute little girl at Old Xue’s birthday party back then?”

“Whoa, in the blink of an eye, that little girl is all grown up and a Scroll Painter now.”

“Tsk tsk, in the future fighting for her own club, won’t Old Xue bring out all his nursing strength? Looking forward to it!”

“Perfect timing, my beauty products are short an endorser, I think this girl would be great.”

“By the way, which Big Shot posted that announcement on the Dongfeng Building screen? Awesome!”

“I’m just about to buy some hot searches for Old Xue, otherwise these young people today have no idea what tier Old Xue is!”

“Haha, my airship ads are already parading over the city.”

“Our old league fans are just old, not dead.”

“Give these young players today a taste of veteran shock!”

A bizarre craze was spreading across major cities in Tianfeng Province.

Countless city surface buildings and big screens were switching to Xue Zhengying’s match footage and player info.

The young crowds were baffled, thinking some rich second generation had entered the league and was celebrating specially.

Yaoyang City reacted fairly calmly, after all, they’d already experienced the shock of Xue Zhengying’s return to the field.

Wu Xian looked at the hot searches across platforms, plus the stream of high-quality top-lane orders and endorsements pouring into the club, and secretly clicked his tongue.

Put it this way: the Underworld Club’s Popularity and Prestige were directly pulled to the level of top-tier Gold Medal Clubs.

Mythological Realm Scroll Painter: Starting with God of Wealth Zhao Gongming

Mythological Realm Scroll Painter: Starting with God of Wealth Zhao Gongming

神话绘卷师:开局财神赵公明
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
This is a world invaded by other dimensions, overrun by various other dimensional demons, ghosts, and monsters. Various legendary fantasy things from the scroll painters' brushes come to life one after another, transforming into extraordinary scroll paintings, supporting the collapsing great edifice. Veteran original artist Wu Xian dies suddenly from overwork and arrives, originally thinking he could soar to the skies, but unexpectedly in this world without money he cannot take a single step, with a body full of skills unable to be displayed. Destitute and down-and-out, he decides to first paint a God of Wealth to seek some luck in wealth... From here he begins to rise from humble origins, leading humanity toward a new era! Years later, the Heavenly Court scroll painting blesses from above the firmament, the Starry Sky scroll painting reshapes the starry sky torn by other dimensions. Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors sit at the center, commanding the Heavenly Court immortals, carrying countless giant beasts, riding star river battleships to expedition other dimensions. The Underworld scroll painting guards the underground endless abyss, Ghost Emperor Fengdu carries the Five Directions Ghost Emperors to build an otherworld underworld. The human world is then under the protection of the Mountains and Rivers scroll painting, regaining vitality. Looking back on the past, Wu Xian cannot help but sigh: "Money is a bastard, but damn is it useful!"

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