129: Imperial Mummy Series

Chapter 129: Emperor Mummy Series

But the more Wu Xian looked, the more he was astonished.

Goodness, it really had the flavor of an Egyptian Pharaoh, and a very strong one at that.

Although there was still some gap compared to the authentic Pharaohs, the overall concept was already quite complete; it was just lacking in some key details.

Out of curiosity, he privately messaged Shifu-jie, “Is the concept of mummies part of the Bai family’s Legacy?”

“Yes, it is said to be an extremely ancient and mysterious Undead System creature, not to be underestimated.”

“Are there also more powerful zombie scrolls, similar to those of the Zhan Tian Club?” Wu Xian mused.

“That’s right, Bai Shiqi’s father is a big shot who specializes in zombie scrolls.”

Wu Xian nodded, clicking his tongue.

From the looks of it, the Dengfeng Dojo’s Undead System Legacy might all be of this style.

As long as the zombies weren’t too formidable, the Ten Yama Generals would be easy to deal with.

However, this Pharaoh Mummy came from another mythological system, so only a battle would reveal who was stronger.

It would also depend on the five-dimensional attributes and the degree of divine scroll condensation on both sides.

Furthermore, the Emperor Mummy Series was only Bai Shiqi’s early work; he surely had other top-tier scrolls hidden away.

“He can’t possibly bring out a pseudo-Anubis, can he?”

Given Bai Shiqi’s current ability and level, he probably couldn’t conceptualize something of Anubis’s caliber.

But it was very possible for him to create a half-baked “Anubis” scroll.

“It seems I need to hurry up and bring out a King Yama.”

Previously, he had obtained a Demonic Asura Stone through Brother Mo, and recently he had also collected some high-quality grotesque Materials.

However, to create a King Yama, even a bronze scroll, it would undoubtedly require a significant amount of Divinity Factor of the corresponding attribute.

Tomorrow, I’ll first go clear a few rounds of Dead Mountain Town… In Yaoyang City, inside the only five-star hotel.

Ever since learning of Wu Xian’s excellence, Bai Shiqi was clearly stirred with interest and fighting spirit.

He had originally thought that simply releasing a few lower-tier scrolls would solve the problem, but now it seemed necessary to take it seriously.

At this moment, the presidents of the various Clubs had already been summoned by him.

“My Emperor Mummy Series will begin with your Yaoyang City,” Bai Shiqi said with full confidence. “Take these five different authorized original mummy scrolls back and study them thoroughly. I hope to see your results before sales explode.”

“Young Master, rest assured!”

The five Club presidents held the authorized originals as if they were precious treasures.

In this light, they even had to thank Xue Lingling and Wu Xian; without these two, they would never have come into contact with such powerful scrolls in their lifetime.

“By the way, Young Master, what would be a suitable subsequent release price?” a Club president asked seriously.

“This Young Master has just debuted, and it’s not ideal to expose my true identity right now,” Bai Shiqi mused. “How about this: for now, let’s set it cheaply at 299, 2.99 million, which is less than 10,000 spirit crystals.”

“This…”

The five major Club presidents exchanged glances, hesitating to speak.

“Is it too high?” Bai Shiqi asked, puzzled.

“Ahem, Young Master might not be too familiar with the consumption power here,” the Elf Club president carefully explained. “The price of our copy scrolls generally doesn’t exceed two million, especially when sold through a Club.”

“The profit is that low?” Bai Shiqi clicked his tongue, pouting. “Then 199, 1.99 million.”

Yet, the Club presidents still looked like they had more to say.

“What, this price still isn’t acceptable?”

“Perhaps you should first check the competitor’s pricing on the Ghost King Club’s official website?” the Zhan Tian Club president softly reminded.

Bai Shiqi, puzzled, looked up the Ghost King Club’s Ghost King, and the moment he saw the price, he was completely stunned.

Xue Lingling’s Ghost King Series pricing was somewhat understandable.

But the price of Wu Xian’s Yin General Scroll set was beyond his comprehension.

“What a joke, a copy scroll for one million plus a symbolic small change, and the rubbings are practically given away for free,” Bai Shiqi was full of questions, completely baffled. “Have they always sold them like this?”

“Yes,” the Divine Fire Club president said with a wry smile, “If only they had priced normally, we wouldn’t have died so quickly; at least we could have lingered for a while longer.”

“…” Bai Shiqi found it inconceivable. “That shouldn’t be? Isn’t he short on money? Why would he do such a losing business?”

“This… According to our analysis, that kid might have some unique scroll methods and techniques, either greatly increasing the success rate of drawing or significantly compressing Material costs,” the Zhan Tian Club president said with a serious expression.

Bai Shiqi instinctively didn’t quite believe it, but considering Wu Xian’s “unconventional” background, it didn’t seem impossible.

Normal unconventional Scroll Masters were naturally not worth mentioning.

But Wu Xian was different; a talent of his caliber might truly have figured out a set of “unorthodox operations.”

“Then 1.8 million, no lower.”

Bai Shiqi gritted his teeth and lowered the price; after all, he was here to make money, not to do charity.

“What if sales are not satisfactory…” the Club presidents timidly began.

“Don’t worry, this Young Master is confident in the quality of this set of scrolls!” Bai Shiqi smiled confidently. “It’s impossible that there are no discerning people.”

“Alright.”

“By the way, take me to that Shantytown,” Bai Shiqi changed the subject.

Soon after, led by several Club presidents, they arrived at the Shantytown near the North District.

As soon as he arrived, Bai Shiqi felt a strange physiological discomfort.

From the moment he stepped into Yaoyang City, he had vaguely felt that the distortion and pollution in Yaoyang City were somewhat severe. Now, upon entering the Shantytown, he truly witnessed what distortion and pollution meant.

“No way ~ that kid used to live in this kind of dilapidated place?”

The Club presidents remained noncommittal. “How about we just forget it? There’s no need to come to a place like this.”

“Continue.”

Bai Shiqi silently held his breath, signaling for them to continue leading the way.

Two hours later.

Bai Shiqi emerged from the Shantytown, completely overwhelmed by an unprecedented, all-encompassing, and thorough mental impact.

He couldn’t understand how Wu Xian had managed to become a Scroll Master in such an environment.

In an environment where survival itself was a problem, would one truly have the inclination to pursue scroll art?

The more he thought about it, the more incredible Wu Xian’s success seemed to him.

“Help me investigate thoroughly; I want to understand all the detailed information about Wu Xian over these years,” Bai Shiqi said solemnly.

“No problem, our subordinates will go conduct interviews and investigations immediately.”

…The next day, in the small villa in the North District.

Wu Xian, who had returned from quickly clearing several rounds of [Dead Mountain Town] at the association, immediately began drawing King Yama.

Since he was going to draw the [Ten Yama Generals], he naturally had to start with the most well-known [King Qinguang].

However, he had underestimated the difficulty of drawing King Yama.

But through his unremitting efforts, he finally succeeded in creating the bronze scroll King Qinguang.

Furthermore, his confrontation with Bai Shiqi had just begun; the opponent would certainly not reveal a trump card like “Anubis” at this stage.

He also didn’t need to rush.

The latter half of the night was spent Cultivating.

Xue Lingling started clamoring in the group early in the morning, urging Club members to prepare quickly and get into position.

A moment later.

Inside the Ghost King Club, all the members stood ready.

“There’s really no need to be so nervous,” Wu Xian said, teasingly easing the atmosphere as he saw everyone’s anxious expressions. “Just treat it as a normal competition, right, Shifu-jie?”

He turned his head to look, only to see Xue Lingling looking even more serious and nervous than the contestants.