Chapter 70: Followers And The Popping-up Contest
“I see,” Wu Xian suddenly understood, “No problem, no problem.”
“Really possible?” Zhang Mazi was emotionally excited.
“Of course,” Wu Xian replied without thinking, also a bit curious: “But speaking of which, why not let your son join the glorious evolution? In my view, Tattoo Brother’s craft still has quite a promising future.”
Zhang Mazi gave a self-mocking smile, “Who would choose this unconventional path when they could be a Spirit Tamer? Although Boss Lin’s craft is pretty good, I really don’t want the child to suffer this hardship and torment.”
Wu Xian understood, his mood faintly heavy.
Such is the heart of parents the world over~!
As Zhang Mazi said, if one could take the Spirit Tamer route, who would join that future-uncertain “glorious evolution”?
Moreover, this evolution demands extremely high endurance and will.
Zhang Mazi, having walked this path, knew its difficulties and pains all too well.
“We had no choice back then, but now that we do, I naturally want the child to be like normal people and become a proper Spirit Tamer.”
“Alright,” Wu Xian nodded quite seriously, “I don’t know which one Brother wants?”
“Any one?” Zhang Mazi could hardly hide his excitement.
Wu Xian said indifferently: “It’s all the same to me, oh right~ except that one riding the Black Tiger, others you can pick any.”
“I think those two from the day before yesterday are pretty powerful, is that okay?” Zhang Mazi asked cautiously.
“Ox-Head and Horse-Face?” Wu Xian smiled knowingly, took out a pair of Ox-Head and Horse-Face instance scroll paintings, and suddenly thought of something, “Right, does your son have interest in taking the professional league route?”
“Huh?”
Zhang Mazi was both surprised and doubtful.
For a poor person from the shantytown like him, the professional league path was almost unattainable.
For them, becoming a proper Spirit Tamer, striving well, and leading the family successfully out of the shantytown was already the greatest dream.
Joining a club and taking the professional league route was something they didn’t even dare to dream of.
Any player who could make a name in the professional league— which one wasn’t made with money?
After all, in the professional league, without a few powerful scroll paintings, you didn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.
Scroll paintings shattering and becoming useless was commonplace, and each one cost tens or hundreds of thousands— how could an ordinary family afford that?
And for spiritual power cultivation, at least one 【spiritual energy amplification fluid】 daily, plus various cultivation venues, otherwise cultivation couldn’t keep up with other players.
Though professional players could earn big money after becoming famous, they had to become famous first!
For Zhang Mazi, his planning for his son was: get a few high-quality powerful scroll paintings, best if they could last a lifetime, then be cautious and diligent, slowly build up family wealth, and lift the next generation further.
“To be honest, I’m short a player to help me fight in the league right now,” Wu Xian struck while the iron was hot: “As long as your son is willing, these two scroll paintings can be at cost price, and if he performs well later, I’ll cultivate him as a follower— how about it?”
“Huh? This this this…”
Zhang Mazi was incoherent for a moment, feeling like he was dreaming.
“How about this: call the child over, hear his own opinion, and let me check his foundation too.”
“Please wait a moment, I’ll bring my son over right away.”
Zhang Mazi was stunned for a long time, suppressing his inner excitement, and took his leave.
Wu Xian’s thinking was also very simple.
He wasn’t like Master Sister, “returned from studying abroad” with strong charisma; he hadn’t even attended art studio.
Even if he wanted to recruit followers or players, others wouldn’t acknowledge him.
Master Sister just posts a recruitment message, and a bunch of people are willing to pay to sign up— if it were him, no one would sign up.
Therefore, the best way was to start from those around him, from the people who recognized his scroll paintings.
Zhang Mazi’s son was a good choice.
Poor background, clean foundation.
Though it required more resource investment, such a hand-raised follower would also be more loyal.
You know, players under you and followers are different.
Club players are more like a cooperative relationship, they can transfer, they can be poached.
But followers are true subordinates!
Just like our Sister Tiao, didn’t she always want to cultivate Wu Xian as a follower before?
And that Evil God follower who attacked him the night before was essentially a follower of some evil scroll painter.
Soon after, father and son Zhang Mazi hurriedly arrived.
Zhang Mazi had obviously explained the situation to his son, so this little brother was a bit nervous facing Wu Xian, but the fervor and excitement in his eyes were hard to hide.
“Junior Zhang Zihao pays respects to Master Scroll Painter.”
The little brother seized the opportunity of destiny and immediately tried to bow deeply.
This scared Wu Xian, who quickly helped him up, “Get up get up, it’s not apprenticeship, no need for such a grand bow.”
“From now on, you are like his own brother, elder brother like father, you deserve this grand bow.” Zhang Mazi said solemnly.
“That still doesn’t require it, won’t that shorten my lifespan?”
Wu Xian seriously helped Zhang Zihao up; the current situation clearly didn’t need to seek the child’s opinion anymore.
The kid’s expression was practically screaming “willing to go through fire and water for Brother.”
“Come, this is my current set of works, undead-type scroll paintings. You control each one to feel them, see which is more handy.” Wu Xian took out the Five Great Yin Marshals instance scroll paintings, letting Zhang Zihao try each.
Unlike scroll painters, for Spirit Tamers, scroll paintings are like classes in a game.
Some people are naturally suited to warrior, playing it better than others; some are naturally suited to spell-type painted spirits, using them more smoothly under the same conditions.
And such people would also bring more, higher-quality “perception power” to the scroll painting’s creator.
Since he was cultivating a follower, naturally pick the one most suited to him to test the waters.
“Spiritual power almost tier 2, right?”
“Yeah, can break through within half a month.”
While Zhang Zihao felt each scroll painting, Wu Xian was also experiencing through the 【Ten Great Yin Marshals】 divine diagram.
When Zhang Zihao controlled Ox-Head Marshal, his whole state was different, and Wu Xian clearly felt a faint fluctuation from the divine diagram.
Not just Ox-Head Marshal, the others felt quite harmonious and handy in his hands too, just Ox-Head Marshal was even handier.
This discovery excited Wu Xian no end.
Wasn’t this a proper undead-type professional player? Naturally more suited to using undead-type scroll paintings.
“Not bad not bad, this 【Ox-Head Marshal】 is yours,” Wu Xian grinned from ear to ear, “After spiritual power reaches tier 2, officially enter bubble matches, perform well then.”
“Mm.”
Zhang Zihao gripped the Ox-Head scroll painting, gaze firm.
Then, Zhang Mazi busied himself with payment; originally just wanted to take the 600,000 cost price, but couldn’t refuse Zhang Mazi insisting on paying one million, declined for half a day to no avail.
Little did he know, to Zhang Mazi, this one million price was like picking up a bargain.
Without luckily meeting Wu Xian, they wouldn’t contact such a cost-effective powerful scroll painting in their lifetime.
Father and son respectfully took leave, Wu Xian also satisfied.
Once Zihao little brother enters the arena later, he should be liberated; key was this little brother was sunny and handsome, probably attract quite a few female fans then.
Of course, compared to his own appearance, still a bit short, haha.
And before Zihao little brother develops, it had to rely on him the “manufacturer” to personally endorse for himself.
On the prosperous streets of North Street District.
The father and son coming out of South Fourth Alley felt like they were dreaming.
“How is it son, Master Wu’s scroll paintings how?” Zhang Mazi asked full of expectation; though he had seen the power of Ox-Head and Horse-Face with his own eyes, he still wanted to hear his son’s real feelings.
“Feel like I can sell the 【Shadow Wolf】,” Zhang Zihao took a deep breath, high-spirited, “Compared to Lord’s Ox-Head Marshal, Shadow Wolf really doesn’t measure up.”
“Huh? Spent so much money, selling it isn’t a loss?” Zhang Mazi was puzzled.
But Zhang Zihao said solemnly: “Dad, trust me, sell the Shadow Wolf, then buy me some spirit crystals and spiritual energy amplification fluid, take me to cultivate at a cultivation venue for a few days.
I want to head to the arena for Lord as soon as possible!”
Zhang Mazi was a bit stunned and hesitant, but ultimately decided to listen to his son.
…
Next day.
Wu Xian, under the triple boost of spirit crystals, spiritual energy amplification fluid, and laurel tree, slowly opened his eyes.
Though still a ways from tier 4 spiritual power, this cultivation speed was already quite impressive.
“Later need to find a way to arrange laurel tree amplification for Zihao little brother.”
He couldn’t supply spirit crystals and spiritual energy amplification fluid, but 【laurel tree】 this free cultivation amplification he was very willing.
Just that laurel tree effects too strong, temporarily inconvenient to reveal, and materials for drawing instances and rubbings not easy to get either.
Looked up at the time, got up and went out.
Stepped on 【laurel branch】 and rose with the wind, heading straight to the bubble match venue.
Bubble match venue located in the eastern economic development zone of New City District, not as densely populated as Core City District, but the area around bubble match venue was an exception, lights and wines, even livelier than North Street District.
Countless scroll painters and players harboring dreams lived here year-round, just to break into the professional arena.
Wu Xian who originally planned to directly meet up with Zhou Qi and them was attracted by the street betting odds shouts.
Unfortunately only some hot players’ match odds.
“This is also a pretty good path to riches.”
Wu Xian pondered darkly; with God of Wealth in hand, later he could frequent such places more.
But speaking of which, after he placed bets, would it affect match results?
Like making the side supposed to win unexpectedly lose?
“Bet a little money to try?”
Thus, he locked on one of the hottest odds: from a player named 【Sun Xiang】, from surrounding discussions, seemed like Elf Club’s hot youth training player, bet on whether he wins today.
Odds were almost one-sided, but no lack of gamblers going for it.
“Hello, one hundred, bet lose.”
“Got it.”
Boss enthusiastically helped him record the bet.
After done, strode into bubble match venue, looking for Zhou Qi and others’ figures.
Ding ling ling…
At this time unexpectedly received Sister Tiao’s call, “Hey~ Little Xianzi, where are you? Sister Tiao finally made it out!”
“Uh, I’m at bubble match venue, about to compete.”
“Huh? You went to play bubble matches?”
