69: Speak for yourself

Wu Xian saw it and was happy in his heart.

Unfortunately, after Zhuzi-ge left the stage, the live stream's popularity instantly dropped to a normal level.

Fans came and went like a tide, quickly arriving and quickly leaving.

After a few matches of weak players, the Ghost King Club's players finally appeared. As soon as the Soul-Devouring Ghost King emerged, the live stream's popularity experienced a small surge.

It must be said, Xue Lingling, this Dojo Scroll Master, still had some appeal.

However, the opponent was too weak, making it a completely one-sided situation that couldn't showcase the Soul-Devouring Ghost King's abilities.

Next, other Ghost King Club players successively took the stage, and various strange Ghost King Scrolls stunned the entire audience.

In the WeChat group, the Club members chatted and laughed, feeling no pressure.

It wasn't until Du Yifan entered the arena that a tough battle finally began.

The moment they clearly saw the Club player's uniform on his opponent, the group instantly fell silent.

“Oh no, it’s a War Maniac Club youth training player!”

Because the first round of the Play-in Tournament was random matchmaking, and accumulating a certain number of wins would lead to promotion, no one knew who their opponent would be before the match started.

“Didn't the War Maniac Club stop recruiting youth training players a long time ago?”

“Before, it seemed like there were also youth training players from other Clubs. Could they all be coming for us?”

The President, who possessed both beauty and wisdom: “It’s expected. Other Clubs naturally don’t want to see a new Club rise. If anyone is to blame, it’s this President for being too prominent.”

“Ah? Then won't it be very difficult for us to qualify for the league?”

Xue Lingling: “That’s why I told you to take it seriously. Don’t think that just because you have my Ghost King Scroll, you can rest easy.”

Du Yifan: “Don’t panic, it’s just the youth training team, not the main team. Watch my performance~!”

After speaking, he confidently began the match.

His opponent controlled a bronze scroll three-star [Frost War Maniac], an ice-attribute close-combat melee scroll, one of the War Maniac Club's War Maniac series scrolls, which had always sold well.

Additionally, the War Maniac Club's President had been famous for a long time, and the five-dimensional attributes of his series scrolls had been optimized to a very high level, not to be underestimated.

The facts proved that the Frost War Maniac was indeed powerful, battling back and forth with Du Yifan's Soul-Devouring Ghost King.

The members in the group couldn't help but be extremely nervous.

Xue Lingling, on the other hand, was unhurried. “Not bad, not bad. This kind of battle is exciting. Let this President add some fuel to the live stream.”

Wu Xian and the other members were confused.

A moment later, a strange scene occurred.

For some unknown reason, the live stream's popularity suddenly began to climb steadily, even briefly appearing on the homepage recommendations for event broadcasts.

“What the heck, what’s going on?”

“Why did the live stream’s popularity suddenly explode?”

Everyone started asking questions.

Xue Lingling: “Spent a little money to boost it.”

“There’s such a trick?” Wu Xian exclaimed in shock.

The other members also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Unfortunately, this wave of traffic came quickly and went quickly. Most people clicked in casually, and seeing it was a Play-in Tournament live stream, they immediately left.

Fortunately, the battle between the Soul-Devouring Ghost King and the Frost War Maniac was quite exciting, which managed to retain some viewers.

After a fierce battle, the Soul-Devouring Ghost King successfully won the match, causing a burst of cheers among the group members.

However, Xue Lingling's point of excitement seemed to be different from theirs. “Hehe, I got twenty-three rubbings orders and two copy orders. I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight.”

Zhou Qi: “Congratulations, President. A new barbecue restaurant recently opened and it’s pretty good.”

Xue Qingyang: “Little aunt is mighty, you are the best!”

Wu Xian (Vice President): “...”

Wu Xian was a bit speechless, but he was crying with envy.

Good heavens, in the blink of an eye, twenty-three rubbings and two copy orders were in hand. This was going to make him rich~!

After a long wait, it was finally Xue Qingyang's turn to appear.

But to his dismay, Xue Qingyang did not choose Black and White Impermanence, but Xue Lingling's Multi-Evil Ghost King.

Wu Xian, who had been full of anticipation, instantly stiffened.

Subsequently, Xue Qingyang easily won the match with the [Multi-Evil Ghost King] and claimed credit in the group.

“Don’t even mention it~ The Multi-Evil Ghost King is indeed smoother to use. Little aunt is brilliant~!”

Xue Lingling: “Alright, stop buttering me up.”

Wu Xian was full of resentment, “Why didn’t you use my Black and White Impermanence? Is Black Impermanence not handsome, or is White Impermanence not pretty?”

“Uh,” Xue Qingyang responded in a daze, “Aren’t I promoting little aunt’s products? And for these minor characters, there’s no need for Black and White Impermanence to make an appearance.”

“...”

Wu Xian was speechless.

Yes, essentially, the Club members were all Xue Lingling's players now, and they were also earning Xue Lingling's salary.

Later, when they encountered tough battles, Black and White Impermanence might be deployed, but for ordinary matches, the [Multi-Evil Ghost King] would definitely be prioritized.

It wasn't just them; players from other Clubs were also like this.

Under the premise of ensuring points and rankings, players would certainly prioritize whatever the Club primarily promoted.

Of course, if you had money, you could also offer money and scrolls, asking those star players to promote your products.

Especially the first and second-tier star players in the Gold League.

Often, many Scroll Masters would proactively send them scrolls, just to have them bring their scrolls onto the field.

But Wu Xian definitely couldn't bear to spend such wasteful money. Crucially, he didn't have much money now; all his savings were used last night to create copy scrolls and rubbing scrolls.

He had originally planned to take off directly with today's Play-in Tournament, but now, he was completely stuck.

After some deliberation, he decisively asked in the group: “Uh, is it still too late for me to register and sign up now?”

Du Yifan: “Ah? The Vice President wants to participate too?”

“It’s not too late~ It’s not too late. You can register and sign up before the fifteenth of every month.”

Zhou Qi: “Perfect, we can go together then.”

Wu Xian was shocked: “Brother Zhou is participating too?”

Zhou Qi: “Otherwise, what? We’re not like the President; at first, we can only rely on ourselves.”

“...”

Xue Lingling: “My dear disciple wants to participate? Don’t you dislike competing and being overly ambitious?”

Wu Xian: “Your disciple doesn’t like competing and being overly ambitious, but he likes to make money! Please, Shifu-jie, help me register and sign up.”

“Alright,” Xue Lingling replied, dumbfounded, “If you and Xiao Zhou participate, it will be more stable later on.”

Soon after, Wu Xian received a text message confirming his successful registration.

Looking at the Play-in Tournament live stream in front of him again, it instantly became dull and uninteresting. What was there to see in a match without Black and White Impermanence?

Meanwhile, other Club members were still focusing on the youth training players from various major Clubs.

In the small villa in the North District.

Wu Xian went online to search and review the rules of various leagues and some detailed intricacies, preparing for tomorrow afternoon's match.

That's right, he was going to endorse himself, to promote his own products!

First, he had to sell this batch of goods.

He spent the entire day Cultivating, trying his best to improve his spiritual power, as it wouldn't be convenient to use the [Laurel Tree] cheat on the field.

In the evening, a sudden knock on the door made Wu Xian inexplicably nervous.

He thought it was those Servants of the Evil God coming for him again.

After cautiously opening the door, he realized it was a false alarm. “Brother Zhang Mazi, why are you here?”

Zhang Mazi outside the door hesitated, his expression showing some embarrassment.

“Did something happen to Tattoo Bro?” Wu Xian asked with concern.

“No, no,” Zhang Mazi quickly waved his hand, “I have something to ask of you.”

Wu Xian couldn't help but be stunned, “Just say what you need, we’ve known each other for so long.”

“Zhao He and Huang Mao’s scrolls are also your works, right?” Zhang Mazi asked cautiously.

He had noticed before that Zhao He and Huang Mao’s scrolls were quite fierce. After witnessing Ox-Head and Horse-Face yesterday, he was even more amazed.

Wu Xian neither confirmed nor denied.

“To be honest, I want to ask you for a scroll. Please name your price.”

Zhang Mazi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with pleading.

Hearing this, Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted. He was just worried about not having a market for his scrolls, and now someone was actively coming to him.

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out, “Strange, isn’t Brother Zhang involved in human scroll art? Why is he thinking of using scrolls now?”

“Actually, I want to get a decent scroll for my son. You should have met him before.”