Chapter 30: Communications Restored
No way around it, who made her naturally kind-hearted?
And it was in her own hometown.
If it were those senior brothers and senior sisters from the dojo, they would have ditched those three hotheads to the side before the fight even started.
If they encountered a bad-tempered scroll painter, they might even use them as cannon fodder and clean them up along the way.
“Huh, why did that unique painted spirit aura disappear?”
During the pursuit, that unique undead-type scroll painting fluctuation suddenly vanished.
…
At this moment, Wu Xian had transformed into a rooster knight, rapidly withdrawing.
Looking at the 【Black and White Impermanence】 in his hand that had skyrocketed to three-star, he was grinning from ear to ear.
【Black and White Impermanence】
Version: Original（Gold Embroidery Border）
Rank: Copper Scroll
Painted Spirit: ★★★
Spirituality: 39
Talent Trait: Summon Souls and Detain Souls, Reward Good and Punish Evil
But that mental power fluctuation probe just now made him faintly worried.
He wasn’t stupid; Black and White Impermanence had clearly picked up someone else’s bargain this time, coincidentally leeching some BOSS experience.
But heaven and earth could attest, he really didn’t do it on purpose.
He silently put away the 【Black and White Impermanence】, had the Chicken King slow down, and pretended to be tangling with nearby monsters.
Moments later, the redwood coffin sped over.
Upon seeing Wu Xian, the redwood coffin braked sharply in mid-air, “Eh~ it’s you, little guy.”
“Senior?” Wu Xian feigned surprise, “You are…?”
“Have you seen a spirit tamer with an undead-type scroll painting?” Xue Lingling analyzed seriously, “Around tier 4 cultivation level, with at least a silver scroll three-star undead-type scroll painting in hand.”
Wu Xian looked bewildered, perfectly playing the honest guy.
“You’re sure you haven’t seen them?”
“Really haven’t.”
“That shouldn’t be?” Xue Lingling muttered to herself, “It’s definitely this direction, right?”
She then stepped on the coffin board and rapidly searched away.
Watching this toxic woman leave, Wu Xian’s suspended heart finally settled.
Heh heh, as clever as I am!
He immediately released the Guardian Tiger to continue the act; anyway, his backpack was full, so killing monsters or not didn’t matter anymore.
However, just after sneaking a laugh, the familiar redwood coffin returned.
It circled above Wu Xian’s head, eyes scrutinizing him back and forth, “Tell sister the truth, are you sure you haven’t seen that person?”
Wu Xian had black lines on his forehead, thinking this woman was indeed toxic.
“If senior finds me displeasing, feel free to make a move directly.”
There’s a saying: explaining is covering up, offense is the best defense—never fall into the self-proof trap.
Facts proved this move was indeed effective.
Xue Lingling’s expression froze, and the suspicion in her eyes clearly faded a lot, “Little brother, don’t be scared; sister wouldn’t bully a college student like you.”
Though somewhat suspicious, it was probably her overthinking.
This kid in front of her looked about eighteen or nineteen, clearly a fresh-faced college student who had just become a spirit tamer not long ago.
According to her deduction, the one who “stole” a quarter of the 【Grievance Mist Spirit】 earlier would at least need tier 4 spiritual power, plus a high-end scroll painting of silver scroll three-star or above.
For an ordinary college student, having two or three scroll paintings was already considered high configuration.
“If that’s the case, senior, could you stop circling? I’m getting dizzy.” Wu Xian pretended to look aggrieved and pitiable; his acting was so disgusting that even he despised himself a bit.
But no way around it, who made his fists not hard enough right now?
Xue Lingling pursed her lips and smiled, landing lightly as she put away the redwood coffin scroll painting into her hand.
Silver scroll three-and-a-half star, gold edging, leaving Wu Xian’s eyes wide.
As expected of a dojo scroll painter, a noble family disciple—even the vehicle was a silver scroll 【Original Copy】 high-end item.
“You seem pretty likable,” Xue Lingling asked lazily, “Which university?”
“Haven’t started college yet.”
“This year’s freshman?” Xue Lingling was slightly surprised, “Nice family background; not even enrolled yet and already equipped with three sets of scroll paintings?”
“Not bad~ Not bad~,” Wu Xian smiled awkwardly, “That… if there’s nothing else, can this junior take his leave?”
Xue Lingling didn’t comment, still pondering that mysterious spirit tamer in her mind.
Wu Xian rode the Chicken King away unhurriedly.
“Wait.”
Wu Xian stiffened to a halt, chuckling bitterly in his heart.
So he was seen through after all?
“Is there any place to eat around here?” Xue Lingling rubbed her belly, looking a bit annoyed.
Wu Xian was startled for nothing, “There should be one over there, but I’m afraid senior might not be used to it, and with things so chaotic now, the shop might not be open normally.”
“If there’s one, that’s fine—over there, right?”
Xue Lingling understood and quickly headed in the direction Wu Xian pointed.
…
Safely back home, Wu Xian felt relieved.
Learning that the old master hadn’t returned yet, he couldn’t help but worry, not knowing when the shantytown lockdown would be lifted.
Zhao He and his group had also recovered from their initial tension and fear, turning their thoughts to making money.
Sure enough, as soon as Wu Xian returned, the group excitedly went out to kill monsters for materials—this was no small income for them.
“Little boss, make do with some food.”
Zhao He’s wife was a typical shantytown poor woman, with a son and daughter by her side.
“Thanks, sister-in-law.”
With disaster at hand, it was rare to have a hot meal, easing him from inside out.
Then, under the curious gazes of the two kids, he returned to his small room and began secluded study and improvement.
This wave had collected quite a few high-quality materials; he could try mixing pigments with richer spirituality to retouch Black and White Impermanence.
After some tinkering, he unfurled the Black and White Impermanence scroll painting, picked up the brush to retouch and fill in details.
Under the envelopment and operation of the scroll painting law, the fluctuation from the Black and White Impermanence scroll painting clearly improved a bit.
But the scroll painting still failed to evolve and advance, ultimately only raising spirituality to 57 points.
“Sure enough, I still need higher-grade monster materials?”
Unfortunately, high-level materials were hard to get at this stage without spending money.
Take it step by step slowly.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The phone’s urgent ring startled Wu Xian; not just him, phones outside the room were also beeping.
Looking at the official notification on his phone, Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted.
The notice was straightforward: dimensional mirage fluctuations have stabilized, city communications system has been repaired and restored—citizens please stay calm; follow-up disaster relief will proceed gradually… Finally, a moment of silence for all the deceased.
“Signal’s back?” Wu Xian only saw this key point.
He quickly called Grandfather Wu Mingchang.
The moment the call connected, Wu Xian felt relieved, “Grandpa, where are you? How’s the situation?”
“Don’t worry, grandpa’s fine.” Hearing his grandson’s voice, the old master clearly relaxed too, “Be careful there, don’t run around; grandpa probably can’t come back for a while.”
Wu Xian’s heart tightened, “What happened?”
“Don’t be nervous,” the old master hurriedly explained, his voice carrying a hint of something unusual, “Just happened to get drafted by the army, following the team on disaster relief in the city.”
“…”
Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, understanding.
The old master was clearly using this chance to recover some memories from his military career.
Walking outside, Zhao He and the others’ families were also overjoyed.
“The dimensional fluctuation has indeed weakened and stabilized quite a bit.”
In the sky, several small mechanical powered flying ships passed over, bringing some reassurance to the shantytown people.
But those flying ships were clearly heading for the trash processing plant.
Just as he was sighing, a group of strutting young boys and girls came from the street end, “Everyone don’t panic—from now on, this area is under the management of Xuantian Academy’s training team.
With us here, everyone is safe.”
“Weird, why do I feel like the atmosphere here is off?”
