Chapter 54: Painting Scroll Dungeon
Awoo—!
Under the Brutal Fierce Soul’s shrill scream and struggle, it actually broke free from the Soul Restraining Chain.
The blood-colored ghost face twisted madly, and the dense ferocious aura turned into a massive ghost shadow, opening its ferocious maw to devour Black and White Impermanence.
All the members present were quite frightened by that terrifying ghost shadow.
Just when everyone thought Wu Xian was about to lose, the two Impermanences pulled their small hands, and one black and one white streams of Yin Soul energy intertwined and surged, emitting a eerie strange laugh.
White Impermanence’s laughter was shrill, Black Impermanence’s laughter was rough.
Above their heads emerged the illusory tokens “Reward Good” and “Punish Evil,” one black and one white, emitting astonishing pressure.
The massive ghost shadow that was ferocious and terrifying the previous second was actually scared into shrinking back, and even the ferocious aura on the Brutal Fierce Soul began to recede.
“This… how is that possible?!”
Xue Qingyang widened his eyes in disbelief, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
The other club members were even more dumbfounded, repeatedly exclaiming holy crap.
Du Yifan in the crowd kept swallowing saliva, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
No way~, is this little brother this fierce?
Recalling the conversation with Wu Xian back in the Dimensional Mirage, he only felt his cheeks burning, utterly ridiculous.
Sure enough, those who can live in the North Street District are not ordinary people?
Moreover, from now on, when seeing little brother, he probably has to call him Vice President.
Xue Lingling took everything in, although she had expected it, she was still startled by the power displayed by Black and White Impermanence.
“Good disciple, this scroll’s status is a bit high! If the Divine Diagram can be developed, it might even rival my Soul Devouring Ghost King.”
Amid the amazement, she saw her big nephew biting his teeth unwillingly and releasing the second Axis Scroll Painting.
That’s enough, getting competitive now?
At this moment, the Brutal Fierce Soul was firmly bound by the Soul Restraining Chain and comprehensively suppressed by the Soul Summoning Banner, with its power and momentum continuously declining.
“Four Directions Evil Soul Nails—!”
Xue Qingyang suddenly threw out the second Axis Scroll Painting, a Copper Scroll Three-Star with gold edges, but not a Character Scroll Painting.
The scroll unfolded, and dim blood light suddenly appeared, turning into four gray-black bone nails. The bone nails were dense with resentment, carved with eerie and terrifying evil ghost patterns.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The four bone nails pierced into the Brutal Fierce Soul’s back.
The Brutal Fierce Soul was like injected with stimulants, its momentum surging violently, its body size expanding rapidly, and its appearance becoming even more ferocious.
The rampaging ferocious aura forcefully pushed back the suppression of the Soul Summoning Banner.
Even the Soul Restraining Chain began to loosen gradually, like a fierce beast about to break free from its cage.
“You can use a second Axis Scroll Painting?”
Wu Xian was stunned and smiled. Then don’t you have even less to play with?
He then released the Wasp Marshal. The eerie buzzing sound shook everyone’s minds, and the yellow-black phantom flew by so fast that even the Painted Spirit’s appearance couldn’t be seen clearly.
A wisp of eerie cold gleam pierced the Brutal Fierce Soul’s forehead.
The Brutal Fierce Soul, which had just gone berserk for a few seconds, instantly deflated like a punctured ball, rapidly wilting away.
Seeing her big nephew’s treasured scroll about to collapse, Xue Lingling hurriedly spoke to stop it. “Alright, that’s enough, stop here.”
Wu Xian calmly withdrew under the shocked gazes of the crowd.
Xue Qingyang was like an eggplant hit by frost, silently retrieving the Brutal Fierce Soul, losing without any temper.
“Convinced yet?” Xue Lingling said irritably. “Call him Vice President.”
“Vice President.”
Xue Qingyang’s mouth twitched as he clasped his fists toward Wu Xian.
“From now on, we’re all colleagues.” Wu Xian smiled politely.
Xue Lingling signaled her big nephew to roll back to the team, raised her eyebrow and looked around at everyone. “Anyone else not convinced?”
The members all had stiff expressions, lowering their heads in silence.
“That’s more like it.” Xue Lingling nodded in satisfaction. “From now on, we’re all one collective. Learn to love each other, share honor and disgrace, and strive to make our club big and strong as soon as possible!”
The members immediately stood at attention, nodding in unison.
“Today is the first day of our club’s inauguration.” Xue Lingling’s mouth curved into an Underworld smile. “Your president is prepared to take everyone on a team-building trip to broaden your horizons.”
As soon as she said this, everyone was curious, including Wu Xian.
“Follow me.”
Xue Lingling smiled lightly and gestured for everyone to follow as she walked into the club’s internal hall.
“As expected of my good disciple, making a Silver Scroll Painting so quickly?”
Xue Lingling looked pleased, chatting as they walked.
She had seen Wu Xian’s Soul Divine Diagram before, so she could naturally tell that the wasp-like Painted Spirit just now came from that Divine Diagram.
“All thanks to Master’s excellent guidance.” Wu Xian responded politely.
This made Xue Lingling’s smile a bit stiff. After all, she had been a pretty lax master and hadn’t really taught Wu Xian much.
Was the good disciple pointing it out?
Did he think she was an unqualified master?
But there was no way around it. Things had been too busy lately, but now that the club was established, she had time to properly teach this good disciple.
This wave of “team-building” was a good opportunity.
Moments later, they arrived at the club’s inner hall. In front of them, on a luxurious display platform, floated a peculiar scroll painting.
Although it was just Silver Scroll with silver edges, it emitted extremely vast fluctuations.
“Little aunt, this is the【Death Mountain Town】 Instance Scroll Painting body, right?”
Xue Qingyang’s eyes lit up with expectation.
The other members could hardly hide their excitement. Good grief, this was the pace of taking them into a Scroll Painting Instance.
“I heard that Scroll Painting Instances have quite rich yields, and the produced materials are expensive.”
Unexpectedly, they young folks also had a chance to witness the splendor of a Scroll Painting Instance.
“But I heard Scroll Painting Instances are extremely difficult. Ordinary Scroll Painters can’t handle them at all.”
“Who cares? We won’t really die anyway. Let’s go in first to broaden our horizons.” Du Yifan could barely contain his excitement.
Wu Xian was also full of expectation for the upcoming【Death Mountain Town】 Scroll Painting Instance. As Du Yifan said, inside it, you won’t really die but will be teleported out by the scroll, at most feeling the pain of death.
The key was the revenue inside the Scroll Painting Instance.
Seeing everyone’s eager anticipation, Xue Lingling chuckled inwardly. “Everyone’s strength is average. Opening a First Order Instance should be just about right.”
With that, mental power surged, slowly unfolding that【Death Mountain Town】 Domain Scroll Painting.
In the painting was a desolate, eerie, and dilapidated small town, none other than the familiar Death Mountain Town Outpost.
“What’s the highest order we can open right now?” Wu Xian asked curiously.
“What for?” Xue Lingling said irritably. “First Order is enough for you all to handle. You still want to open a high order directly?”
“No, just curious.”
Scroll Painting Instances aren’t opened whenever you want. You need to place the corresponding rubbing in the Other Dimension to absorb and convert the Other Dimension’s power, accumulating energy.
Each instance opening consumes a certain amount of energy, and the higher the order of the instance opened, the more it consumes.
“Right now, probably only enough for one Third Order.” Xue Lingling pondered.
“Only Third Order?” Wu Xian was puzzled.
You know,【Death Mountain Town】 has been placed in various instances in Yaoyang City for many years. It shouldn’t have only this much instance energy left.
“Hmph!” Xue Lingling said full of resentment. “This is all thanks to our Mayor. When I came back to take over, he dragged it out with all sorts of excuses and only handed it over after devouring all the energy accumulated over the years.”
“Ah?” Wu Xian was doubtful. “Doesn’t the Mayor support our club?”
“Support my ass. That old thing wishes we disband immediately and I slink back to the dojo.” Xue Lingling gnashed her teeth, getting angrier the more she thought about it.
“Why? Isn’t one more club good for Yaoyang City?”
The other members also expressed confusion.
Zhou Qi in the team said meaningfully: “Yaoyang City is considered Dengfeng Dojo’s sphere of influence. Now, the Art Studio and several clubs are backed by Dengfeng Dojo, while we’re backed by Undead Dojo, so naturally we’re not welcome.”
