100: Mechanical Dojo, Tang Qingxuan

Chapter 100: Mechanical Dojo, Tang Qingxuan

It must be said, dealing with media interviews is truly a bit tiring.

However, the publicity brought by the media was also very effective.

Wu Xian, in his interviews, made no secret of his identity as a grassroots Scroll Master, which provided excellent talking points.

Sure enough, not long after Wu Xian returned to his small villa in the North District, the news from various major media outlets had already been released.

“Shocking! The Genius Scroll Master Who Emerged from the Shantytown!”

“Xue Family's Genius Young Lady Returns from Studying Abroad, a Famous Master Produces an Outstanding Disciple”

“Wu Xian, a Genius Scroll Master from a Humble Background.”

“Genius scroll Work: The Ten Yama Generals Series!”

“From a Shantytown Youth Who Couldn't Even Afford the Registration Fee, to Today's Genius Scroll Master”

The rags-to-riches story is always the easiest to spread in any world, creating a buzz.

In just one day, the general public of Yaoyang City all knew the name of Wu Xian, the Genius Scroll Master.

Whether they recognized Wu Xian's scrolls or not, at least they knew his name.

But the most awkward situation was undoubtedly for Dengfeng Studio.

A grassroots Scroll Master causing such a stir undoubtedly hurt the Studio the most.

After all, so many parents spent so much money each year sending their children to the Studio, precisely to help their children become Scroll Masters.

But now, a kid who hadn't even attended a Studio could become a Scroll Master—what was the point of their Studio's existence?

“Where did this bumpkin come from? And a Genius Scroll Master?”

Inside Dengfeng Studio, the principal and a group of leaders looked displeased.

“I watched the live broadcast of that kid's competition; that scroll is indeed impressive.”

“I saw a news report that this kid couldn't even afford the registration fee at first. How did he develop? It doesn't make sense, does it?”

“I heard he's quite close to the Tang Family. Perhaps the Tang Family provided some funding?”

“Possibly,” one of the teachers suddenly recalled something, “That Tang Family girl seemed to have mentioned a talented poor kid to me before. Could it be this Wu Xian?”

Hearing this, the principal's expression was strange. “Then why didn't you take him in at the time?”

“What good is taking in a poor kid?”

Teacher Liang's embarrassment was tinged with a hint of self-righteousness.

After all, the purpose of their Studio was to accumulate wealth for the Dojo and, incidentally, to send some excellent talent to the Dojo.

But without a strong Legacy and vast resources, how many could truly go far?

At this moment, they were only concerned about the negative impact Wu Xian had on the Studio, rather than having missed out on a so-called talent.

“Try to suppress the news. The public has no memory; they'll forget in a few days.”

“As for that kid, he just got lucky and was a flash in the pan. Who will remember him later?”

“The Scroll Master assessment is coming soon; then his true colors will naturally be revealed.”

Although Wu Xian now had the support of the Xue Family, they didn't care.

Let's put it this way: the Xue Family was already struggling to support one Xue Lingling, let alone an outsider.

“Who was in charge of registration at the time? Fire him,” the principal mused, “to show our Studio's attitude towards missing out on talent.”

“No problem.”

Soon after, a low-level teacher, expelled from the Studio, looked dejected.

He looked back at the place where he had diligently worked for over a decade, his mind blank, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

Only then did he realize that, coming from a humble background, he was merely a “temporary worker” to the Studio, someone who could be discarded at will… Inside the small villa in the North District.

Looking at the astonishing number of orders on the Club's official website, Wu Xian was in a great mood.

“As expected, creating hype and topic is really effective!”

Over five hundred rubbings orders, plus ninety-five copy orders, with the Ox-Head Underworld General having the most prominent sales.

Sure enough, Shifu-jie in the group was stunned, her mindset completely broken.

The President, who possesses both beauty and wisdom: “What the hell? So many orders suddenly?”

Although her obedient Disciple's scrolls were indeed excellent, the speed at which sales were climbing was just too outrageous, wasn't it?

Wu Xian (Vice President): “With such high popularity, it's bound to translate into some sales.”

Zhou Qi: “Envious.”

Xue Lingling: “This is clearly Master's Club, so why does it feel like I'm just making a wedding dress for you?”

Wu Xian: “How about Shifu-jie personally participates in the competition?”

Xue Lingling: “What are you talking about? Master is a dignified Dojo Scroll Master!”

Although she said that, Xue Lingling still quietly registered herself as a contestant, but she would have to start from the Play-in Tournament and could only officially enter the Bronze League next month.

At this time, Wu Xian also had no choice but to start his life of working overtime.

First, deliver the batch of existing stock, and then begin production and delivery of new orders.

Fortunately, every order was real money, which made drawing very motivating.

As for Materials, Boss Hu's supply completely removed any pressure.

Although he was very experienced at working hard, practically a nuclear-powered donkey, he wouldn't deliver all orders at once. He had to control the output, which would also create a hunger marketing effect.

In this regard, other Scroll Masters were quite good at it.

It is said that some amazing Scroll Masters have orders lined up for years in advance.

And even then, there's still a large queue of Spirit Masters willing to wait.

Of course, this refers to copy orders; rubbings do not require waiting in line.

Rubbings, as long as the Materials are in place, can be printed very quickly.

Wu Xian's idea was that, after order volume surged in the future, he would try to keep the order waiting time within one year, as it wasn't ideal to make users wait too long.

In the future, he might consider taking on a Disciple, authorizing them, and having them serve as free labor.

Just like his good elder brother Tang Beng now.

Brother Zhu doesn't have to worry about so many orders; he just waits for his share.

One, two, three… Working overtime until late into the night, a tired Wu Xian decided to get some good rest.

However, shortly after lying down, he keenly sensed a trace of hostility.

“A Evil God Servant?!”

Wu Xian instantly got up, thinking a Evil God Servant had come knocking.

Through the divine scroll, he checked the reconnaissance vision from the Night Wanderer and saw a cold-faced woman on a power skateboard, rapidly approaching the small villa in the night.

“Is it my imagination?” Tang Qingxuan frowned, looking around the North District in the night. “Why do I always feel like someone is watching me in the dark?”

Her powerful Mental Energy was released, but she didn't detect anything unusual.

She then looked at the several small villas below. “It should be this way.”

During a casual chat with Tang Tiaotiao's family yesterday, she incidentally found out Wu Xian's address.

She came over under the cover of night, intending to resolve this trouble in advance.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The moment he heard the knocking, Wu Xian couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Since when were Servants of the Evil God so polite?

“Who is it?” Wu Xian asked coldly.

“A friend from the Tang Family, here to chat with you,” Tang Qingxuan's indifferent voice came from outside the door.

Wu Xian's expression was strange. He cautiously opened the door, and after seeing her face clearly, he frowned in confusion: “You are…?”

“Let me introduce myself, Tang Qingxuan, an inner Disciple of the Mechanical Dojo.” Tang Qingxuan looked Wu Xian up and down, unable to hide her contempt and disdain. “I want to talk to you about that girl, Tiao Tiao.”

“Mechanical Dojo?” Wu Xian was slightly surprised. “Are you from the main branch of the Tang Family?”

Tang Qingxuan was noncommittal.

Just then, Third Master Xue from next door, disheveled, pushed open his door. “Kid, do you need help?”

“No, no,” Wu Xian quickly replied, “You rest.”

Seeing Third Master Xue next door, Tang Qingxuan's brows furrowed, and she vaguely sensed a dangerous aura.