Chapter 52: Ghost King Club Established
It was a convenient thing to do, so Wu Xian naturally had no reason to hesitate.
As he hurried over quickly, the Chicken King and the Wasp Marshal appeared at the same time.
“Huh~ The Chicken King is three-and-a-half stars now?”
He hadn’t deployed the Chicken King and the Guardian Tiger much during this time, yet both scroll paintings had quietly upgraded to three-and-a-half stars.
It seemed his first batch of scroll painting customers had been working hard~!
As mentioned before, improvements in instance scroll paintings could bring benefits to the original originals.
Now, the “afk” upgrading situation of the Chicken King and the Guardian Tiger was clearly related to Zhao He, Blondie, Old Master Wang, and the two little crybabies from Xuantian Academy.
Cluck—!
The Chicken King let out a distant crow, instantly chilling the rampaging insectoid monsters.
Then, a yellow-and-black phantom shadow whistled past.
The tail stinger flashed with cold light, like a dragonfly skimming water.
The souls of insectoid monsters were inherently weak; how could they withstand the Wasp Marshal’s soul devouring sting.
The insectoid monsters were struck like lightning, their bodies trembling in place, but fixed as if immobilized, entering a “disconnected” state.
Their bodies weren’t dead yet, but their souls had been destroyed by the soul devouring sting.
The panicked fleeing crowd looked on in shock and doubt, their gazes toward Wu Xian filled with longing and worship.
Wu Xian stepped forward to collect the corpses of the insectoid monsters and calmly left, leaving behind a heroic silhouette.
By the time he returned to his new residence, it was already evening.
Although he hadn’t made it to the insectoid race instance, the day had still been quite rewarding.
Especially Tattoo Brother’s “human scroll painting art,” which was absolutely a technology worth exploring and developing.
He casually refined and absorbed those insectoid monster corpses, consuming them completely.
“Huh~ Just ordinary tier 2 insectoid monsters, not even elite monsters, yet they still contained a bit of rare spirituality.”
This secretly surprised Wu Xian.
Could it be that the mother insect that nurtured them was special?
It seemed he needed to pay close attention next time he went to the insectoid race instance.
After all, insectoid monsters had massive “production volume”; if he could find a similar mother insect, it could provide him with a steady supply of rare spirituality.
That night, Old Master Wu Mingchang returned, his mood clearly off.
“What’s wrong?” Wu Xian couldn’t help but worry.
“I remembered some important memory fragments,” Old Master Wang said heavily, “might need to take a distant journey.”
“Ah?” Wu Xian was startled, “I’ll go with you.”
“Not sure how long it will be,” Old Master Wang shook his head: “Luckily, you’ve grown up now and should be able to take care of yourself.”
With that, he pulled out a note.
“The phone number on it is an old comrade of Grandpa’s; if you run into any trouble later, you can contact him.”
Wu Xian took the note in stunned silence, feeling inexplicably uneasy, as if Old Master Wang was settling his affairs.
“Have you remembered your enemies?” Wu Xian’s mind raced; having read plenty of novels in his previous life, various guesses and possibilities quickly emerged, “Could it be that you were harmed by villains back then? My parents didn’t actually die in the dimensional disaster? But there was some other hidden story?
Our family wasn’t originally an ordinary one?
Or maybe you got caught up in some political struggle, learned some earth-shattering secret, and our family got implicated?
What big shot were you exactly back then?”
Old Master Wang listened dumbfounded, then irritably said: “What are you thinking? Where does all that melodramatic plot come from?”
“Then why are you being so mysterious?”
“…” Old Master Wang shook his head with a wry smile, “Many things aren’t as complicated as you think; it’s just not convenient to tell you right now. Just focus on being your scroll painter, don’t overthink it.”
Wu Xian knew he wouldn’t get more out of him, but his intuition told him Old Master Wang’s identity back then was definitely not simple.
“How long will you be gone?”
“Shortest one or two years, longest three to five.”
“Then wait two more days; grandson will make you a badass set of scroll paintings so no one bullies you.”
“Scroll paintings?” Old Master Wang was slightly taken aback, “Just wait for me to come back; it’s not as dangerous as you think.”
With that, regardless of Wu Xian’s reaction, he turned into a residual shadow and vanished.
Wu Xian was dumbfounded right then.
Holy crap, teleportation?!
If he cultivated the spiritual power cultivation method Old Master Wang taught him to a certain level, could he do that too?
Good grief, what kind of badass figure was Old Master Wang back then?
Dependent on each other for over ten years, suddenly parting left him feeling empty inside.
And regarding Old Master Wang’s identity, it was hard not to let his imagination run wild.
As for the phone number on that note, better not contact it unless absolutely necessary, to avoid owing Old Master Wang a ton of favors.
He didn’t sleep a wink that night.
The next day, his heart still felt empty; even after a full set of physical training, it didn’t ease.
“Sigh~ When the grandpa travels a thousand miles, the grandson worries~!”
Soon after, he got a call from his cheap master sister urging him, so he headed out.
…
New City District, Core City District.
In the best commercial district location, the newly completed Ghost King Club was officially opening today.
Big shots from all over Yaoyang City gathered, showing support for the Ghost King Club, while various media outlets were already in place, starting live broadcasts.
For a city, the creation of a new club was a big deal.
On the high platform, Xue Lingling was the center of attention, chatting amiably with big shots from Yaoyang City.
Down below, the first batch of club members, selected through layers of competition, were already present, proudly standing tall and basking in the crowd’s attention.
Wu Xian arrived late, taking quite a while to squeeze in.
No helping it; he’d thought with Brother Pillar there, even taking the truck lane for a detour would be faster.
But Brother Pillar had just hit the road when he got surrounded and intercepted by various vehicles; helplessly, he had to stow Brother Pillar midway and escape the scene, then take a taxi to get here.
On stage, Xue Lingling saw him arrive and signaled with her eyes for him to join the ranks quickly.
“Sorry, everyone, I’m late.”
At this unfamiliar member’s arrival, the crowd shot him doubtful glances, though two acquaintances recognized him.
Zhou Qi at the front of the group narrowed his eyes: “It’s him?!”
The president’s beloved disciple was actually him?
While Du Yifan in the group had a look of existential doubt.
“Whoa, little bro, how’d you get here?” Du Yifan exclaimed in surprise, “Didn’t you not sign up?”
“Thanks to the president’s appreciation.”
Wu Xian laughed dryly and brushed it off.
The other members’ gazes clearly carried a hint of skepticism.
Even the Xue Family kids had all properly fought their way in through the selection competition.
Someone actually got in without competing?
With the opening ceremony about to start, Du Yifan didn’t press further and solemnly began watching the proceedings.
Wu Xian didn’t recognize any of the big shots on stage except the mayor he’d seen on the news.
The whole ceremony was dull and tedious, rivaling his previous life’s principal speeches.
Dong!
The bell rang, the club officially unveiled its plaque amid salutes and cheers, the scene abuzz with excitement.
On stage, Xue Lingling politely saw off the big shots.
All of Yaoyang City’s tycoons were here; how much sponsorship the club could get depended entirely on them.
“Little niece Xue has ambition; Uncle’s optimistic about you~!”
The mayor looked kindly, but gave a false smile feeling.
“Borrowing your auspicious words.”
Xue Lingling politely sent off the mayor, sneering inwardly.
Then she saw an old gentleman approaching and hurried over to see him off, “Old Master Wang, take it slow. Rest assured~ once your grandson gets his apprentice certificate, this junior will invite him to join immediately.”
“Enough, I know what level my grandson’s at,” Wang Fengnian teased, “Coming back to our little place to start a club—bold move, Old Master likes it.”
“About time, right?” Xue Lingling laughed.
Wang Fengnian shook his head with a smile, asking meaningfully, “Just wondering if it’s your own idea, or the Undead Dojo’s?”
“Does it matter?” Xue Lingling frowned.
From that, Wang Fengnian got his answer and suddenly said: “Have my assistant chat with you about sponsorship later—consider it Old Master betting on you.”
“Ah?” Xue Lingling was shocked and delighted, “You’re sure?”
“What, don’t want it?” Old Master Wang raised an eyebrow with a smile.
“Want it, of course!” The sudden sponsorship nearly stunned Xue Lingling, “You can’t go back on it.”
What she cared about wasn’t just the sponsorship money, but that recognition and support.
