141: Scared away

Chapter 141: Scared Away

Beside him, Bai Shiqi, who had been an observer throughout, was already somewhat numb.

He felt there was no need for the Desert God of Death to act; he could just follow the big shot and leech off the credit.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with the majestic figure of Lord of the Sun Star, and he urgently wanted to ask Wu Xian for a scroll to take back, but he was too embarrassed.

After all, he was a proud genius of Dengfeng Dojo, and his inherent pride wouldn't allow him to use someone else's scroll.

This was the “Dao Heart” that an excellent Scroll Master must possess.

Simply put: believe in yourself, believe in your own scroll concepts; only then can you go further on the Dao of scrolls.

It wasn't that he couldn't acknowledge the excellence of others.

It was just that when you start relying on other people's scrolls, that inner “spirit” disappears.

This was absolutely fatal for an excellent Scroll Master.

Therefore, any Scroll Master with goals and aspirations would try to avoid using other people's scrolls as much as possible, unless it was an authorized original from a master-disciple Legacy.

But Wu Xian obviously couldn't sell him an authorized original.

Such an excellent gold scroll idea—no Scroll Master would ever sell an authorized original.

One must know that every original gold scroll is a Scroll Master's trump card, their deepest secret.

It can even rise to the level of measuring a Scroll Master's strength.

For example, he was currently a “Two-Gold” Scroll Master, meaning a Scroll Master with two original gold scrolls.

At his age, achieving such results was definitely considered among the elite of elites, the pinnacle of pinnacles.

At least, before meeting Wu Xian, he thought so.

Furthermore, the number of gold scrolls can not only be used to measure a Scroll Master but also a Spirit Master.

Among the top Spirit Masters in major cities, the number of gold scrolls is an important indicator of a Spirit Master's strength.

After all, from gold scrolls onwards, both the cost and the difficulty of conception increase significantly.

The more excellent the gold scroll, the more outrageous the cost and the higher the drawing difficulty.

The difficulty of assembling a complete set of gold scroll materials is quite high.

Many Spirit Masters, throughout their entire lives, consider it a great honor to possess one or two gold scrolls.

Above that, Jade scrolls and Black scrolls are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Let's put it this way: the reason their Dengfeng Dojo can rank among the top of the Nine Great Academies is because it has three great Black scrolls, and two of them are authorized originals passed down from “ancestors.”

“Brother Bai, be careful, this Evil God Servant seems a bit off.”

Wu Xian's reminder interrupted Bai Shiqi's thoughts.

Hearing this, Bai Shiqi quickly released the Desert God of Death again, vaguely sensing something was amiss.

The Evil God Servant's aura below seemed to be growing and rising.

Before they could get close, the opponent had already charged towards them.

Boom!

A sinister crimson light shot into the sky.

A middle-aged man, whose back was covered in dense, crimson squirming worms, appeared before them, with a projection similar to a divine scroll above his head, but only a corner of that divine scroll.

“Oh no, Hong Xiao has personally possessed him—!”

Bai Shiqi cried out in alarm, as if facing a formidable enemy, and immediately released another original gold scroll.

“There’s such a thing?”

Wu Xian was surprised, but his gaze was drawn to Bai Shiqi's second gold scroll.

It was a beautiful woman radiating a powerful divine aura, her body engulfed in flames, her golden-red hair dancing wildly with the fire, holding a uniquely styled torch.

“Is that the aura of the Dengfeng Divine Domain?” The sinister middle-aged man sneered knowingly after seeing Bai Shiqi's two gold scrolls, “I wondered why this small, broken place has been getting stranger lately.”

Just as he was mocking and sneering, he suddenly felt a chill deep in his bones.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon the handsome and majestic scroll beside Wu Xian, and the worms wriggling on his back instantly stood erect like hairs.

“Are you that Hong Xiao?”

Facing the Evil God Servant possessed by an Evil God Scroll Master, Wu Xian dared not be careless.

“Such an unfamiliar aura, who are you, little one?”

The sinister middle-aged man's face turned pale, and his body unconsciously retreated slowly.

“Star Lord, kill him—!”

Wu Xian didn't want to waste words with him; the moment he confirmed the opponent's identity, killing intent surged in his eyes.

Although the clean-up along the way had been easy, the scenes of suffering were still vivid in his mind.

Bai Shiqi hadn't expected Wu Xian to be so decisive; seeing Wu Xian make a move, he quickly followed, “Brother Wu, be careful, this villain's strength is quite formidable; five years ago, he was able to escape from... uh...”

Before he could finish his sentence, another humanoid painting spirit radiating a gold scroll aura appeared beside Wu Xian.

It held a steel whip in one hand and a gold ingot in the other, riding a majestic black tiger.

“There's... there's another gold scroll?!” Bai Shiqi was completely stunned.

As soon as the painting spirit appeared, thunder instantly boomed in the sky, and bolts of lightning poured down.

Not only him, but even Hong Xiao, who was currently possessing the Servant, was bewildered.

The terrifying aura emanating from the lightning made his scalp tingle, and he quickly activated the power of the Evil Worm Divine Mother to resist, as the worms on his back frantically multiplied and grew, transforming into giant worms filled with sinister power, charging towards the two of them.

“Two brats who haven't even fully grown their hair, dare to be arrogant in front of me? Die—!”

Bai Shiqi controlled his two gold scrolls, responding calmly; his divine scroll opened above his head, engaging in a back-and-forth battle with the giant worms.

Meanwhile, Wu Xian was clearly going all out.

Bathed in a radiant glow of wealth and treasures, he completely ignored the attacks of the many giant worms, controlling the God of Wealth and Lord of the Sun Star to strike directly at the sinister middle-aged man.

Caw caw caw—!

With Lord of the Sun Star's Crowing at Dawn, the giant worms that had entwined him instantly recoiled in pain.

“What?!”

The sinister middle-aged man's Soul trembled from the crowing, and even in his possessed state, his main body's life-bound divine scroll unconsciously shook.

Little did he know, the fear had only just begun.

The painting spirit, clad in a robe of radiant light and holding a feather fan, transformed into a six-to-seven-meter-tall, vibrant rooster; the moment its sharp eyes looked at him, he was plunged into the agony of his Soul being torn apart.

“Ah ah ah—!”

The sinister man shrieked in agony, and dozens of giant worms on his back trembled wildly.

In his terror, Hong Xiao wanted to break free from the possessed state, but saw the giant rooster already pouncing on him, its sharp beak mere inches away.

At the same time, a giant gold ingot descended from above, intensifying his fear even further.

Boom!

The sinister middle-aged man was instantly torn apart by Lord of the Sun Star's true form and crushed into a pulp by the gold ingot... Deep within the Insectoid Dimension, inside the underground nest.

Hong Xiao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which seemed to contain countless tiny insects twitching and wriggling.

The power of the blood-colored life-axis within him seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, rapidly receding, and his entire body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Although he desperately withdrew from the possessed state, he was still pecked by the giant rooster in the instant before withdrawal.

And that single peck directly caused him a splitting headache and blurred consciousness; even his life-bound Evil Worm Divine Mother suffered unprecedented heavy damage.

Pfft!

Another mouthful of old blood.

Hong Xiao, in his frantic helplessness, tried to stand up, but found his trembling limbs would not obey him.

Fear! Terror!

At this moment, he seemed to experience the feelings of those he had harmed.

After an unknown period, Hong Xiao gradually recovered from that deep fear, his face pale and bloodless, with lingering deep terror in his eyes.

At this moment, he had only one thought: Run!

Let whoever wants to come to this place come; he would never come here again in his life.