Chapter 87
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“This painting is obviously not some demonic technique but a magical treasure,” Bai Lige’s expression didn’t look good. He spread the unfolded painting on the table and stroked the canvas. “It can instantly trap a nascent soul cultivator, let alone Yunshu, whose spiritual consciousness far exceeds nascent soul. This thing must be an extremely rare magical treasure.”
Hua Yue paced anxiously, “Before it sucked Yunshu into the painting, I couldn’t detect any spiritual energy fluctuations on this painting.”
The canvas was smooth and delicate, more like silk than silk, and even the colors of Yunshu on the painting were extremely beautiful—rosy lips, powdered face, and distinct, flowing hair. Although the canvas appeared fragile, it was incredibly flexible, resisting any attempts to tear it apart easily.
Zhuyou, expressionless, stood by the table, looking at the depiction of Yunshu in the painting. His aura was low and concealed, harboring a barely suppressible ferocity.
Ever since Young Master Qingfeng saw this painting, he had been acting strangely, lost in thought. But at this moment, no one paid attention to him.
The current plan was to rescue Pei Yunshu, but there was no clue on how to do it.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly oppressive, with everyone wearing stern expressions. They glared at the canvas on the table with a mix of anger and powerlessness.
After a stick of incense burned, Zhuyou suddenly moved. He retrieved ink and a brush. Without anyone being able to stop him, he painted a black bracelet on Pei Yunshu’s wrist in the painting.
The bracelet, consisting of a head and tail intertwined, vaguely resembled a snake. After completing the painting, it flashed, and Zhuyou put down the brush. The painting, having returned to its original form, soared into the air. In the next moment, it formed a vortex and, in the blink of an eye, sucked Zhuyou into the canvas.
“For now, the plan is to rescue Yunshu. But we have no idea how to do it,” Bai Lige said, the atmosphere in the room becoming increasingly oppressive. Everyone wore a stern expression, gazing coldly at the canvas on the table with a mix of anger and helplessness.
After a stick of incense had burned, Zhuyou suddenly moved. He found a brush and, without anyone stopping him, drew a black bracelet on Yunshu’s wrist in the painting.
The bracelet, with its head and tail forming a somewhat recognizable snake shape, emitted a faint light after being drawn. Zhuyou put down the brush, and the painting, having returned to its original form, soared into the air. In the next moment, it formed a vortex, swiftly sucking Zhuyou into the canvas.
“Zhuyou!” Bai Lige shouted, subconsciously reaching out to grab Zhuyou. Instead, he got pulled into the painting as well.
The tea cups on the table clattered as the painting suddenly lost weight and fell onto the table. In the painting, the bracelet on Yunshu’s hand became more intricate. A pair of blood-red eyes sparkled, gleaming with a beastly light. At Yunshu’s fingertips, a white-haired fox manifested on the canvas, its fur and eyes lifelike, yet cold and vivid.
Hua Yue’s face turned pale, and he rushed towards the painting, holding it tightly. “Qingfeng, they’ve all been sucked in…”
Three powerful cultivators were gone. Hua Yue had to calm down despite his panic. Holding onto the canvas, he sat down, his fingers gripping it so tightly they turned white.
“What on earth is this?” Hua Yue ground his teeth, his beast-like eyes and sharp teeth faintly showing. “What is this thing!”
Without mentioning that Yunshu had reached the Yuanying stage or that Baili Ge was a formidable demonic being, just focusing on Zhuyou – Zhuyou was unexpectedly also drawn into the painting!
If not witnessed with their own eyes, how could this be possible?
What kind of magical treasure is this, and what is its purpose?
The seemingly absent-minded Young Master Qingfeng suddenly spoke up on the side, “This is called the ‘Bestowal Divine Painting.'”
Hua Yue was taken aback, “Bestowal Divine Painting?”
He muttered to himself several times, then suddenly widened his eyes. Grabbing the table, he looked at Young Master Qingfeng with vigilance. “How did you know?”
“Because this thing,” Young Master Qingfeng’s lips were dry, devoid of color. He sighed a few times, then looked directly at Hua Yue, “because this thing is a treasure of my Flower Brocade Sect.”
Hua Yue’s face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he rushed out with the canvas. As soon as he reached the door, a gust of wind hit him. Hua Yue felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck, and he plunged into darkness.
“I’m sorry…” Young Master Qingfeng’s painful voice was the last thing he heard.
Young Master Qingfeng placed the unconscious Hua Yue on the bed, and he gently put the crying baby beside Hua Yue. Standing by the bed, he watched them for a moment. The joy from the previous day seemed to be still vivid in his eyes.
Young Master Qingfeng clenched his fist, and after a while, he drew a drop of blood from his hand, leaving a bloodstain on his palm. Taking out a pill, he fed a small amount to the baby, who gradually stopped crying and fell asleep, tears streaming down his little face.
After giving the remaining medicine to Hua Yue, Young Master Qingfeng took the canvas from Hua Yue’s tightly clutched hands and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned decisively and left. After leaving the room, he also cast a layer of enchantment on the two inside.
After all this, Young Master Qingfeng flew away on his sword.
For a moment, he almost forgot that he was the hall master of the Flower Brocade Sect.
The Bestowal Divine Painting reminded him of what he should do.
He should decisively send this painting back to the sect.
***
In the General’s mansion, the General was painting in his study.
Suddenly, there was some commotion outside. The ink on the tip of his brush dripped, ruining the painting he was working on. The General frowned slightly, “What happened outside?”
The noise outside grew louder. The General was about to go out to see what was happening when the study door was pushed open abruptly. Two handsome young men in Daoist robes walked in.
The General narrowed his eyes. He put down his brush, “Who are you two?”
The one with a gentle smile like the wind said, “General, didn’t you visit the Peach Blossom Village not long ago?”
The General nodded faintly, “Yes. What do you two want?”
“Nothing to teach,” the man smiled, “just want to ask General if you know where my junior brother is now.”
The General’s eyes flickered.
The people who found the General’s mansion were naturally Yunjing and Yuncheng. Yuncheng saw a painting on the table, walked up naturally, and, after a glance, smiled, “General is actually painting my junior brother.”
Eldest senior brother looked up and also walked over to take a look at the painting on the table.
The painting was only an outline, not yet complete, but it was evident that the artist’s brush was skillful, each stroke confident and beautiful.
The upper body had a faint color, and on the face, a pair of exquisite eyes were depicted—long eyelashes, a smiling expression, and slightly raised at the corners.
The appearance of junior brother was exactly the same as before.
Eldest senior brother reached out and lightly stroked the face of the person in the painting twice from a distance, “Second junior brother, come and see if Yunshu junior brother has lost weight?”
Yuncheng said, “Eldest senior brother, I didn’t see where he lost weight. I still think junior brother should be very lively.”
He pointed to the corner of Pei Yunshu’s lips, “With a smiling expression, eyes full of affection, and a slight curl at the corners of his mouth, it doesn’t look like he’s been frozen and lost all emotions.”
Eldest senior brother withdrew his hand, sighed, and said, “Indeed, he doesn’t seem to be as cold-hearted as in the sect.”
“The General hasn’t finished the painting yet,” Yuncheng said with a gentle smile. He looked at the General, made a gesture of invitation with his hand, and said, “Continue, General. After you finish the painting, we can talk.”
Knowing that these two were senior brothers of the Immortal Master, the General remained calm. He nodded slightly at Yuncheng, then changed to another brush, wiped off the dropped ink, and lightly colored the lips of the painted figure with a faint and light red.
The red ink deepened repeatedly, making the lightly curved lips even more attractive.
With the red ink spreading, the lip color became like peach blossoms, vividly red and charming, making people want to taste the flavor of the lips in the painting.
Yunjing and Yuncheng watched attentively, waiting until the General finished the last stroke.
When he put down the brush, Yuncheng waved his sleeve. The General was hit against the wall out of nowhere, and then a suffocating feeling came to his neck. He was lifted into the air, held by his neck against the wall.
“Do you know where my junior brother is?” Yuncheng asked politely.
The General struggled to breathe a few times. Knowing that he couldn’t resist, he stopped useless resistance. His eyes were deep, and he hoarsely said, “The Immortal Master did not inform me.”
Yuncheng turned to look at Eldest senior brother.
Eldest senior brother summoned a gust of wind to dry the painting, then put it into his storage pouch. He glanced at the General and said lightly, “Junior brother, don’t bother with him.”
“I just feel a bit unhappy,” Yuncheng smiled, “A mortal, having only met my junior brother a few times, dares to harbor intentions towards him.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp wind fell on the General like arrows, especially on the hand that had just painted, injured and bleeding profusely.
Yuncheng finally restrained his smile. He looked at the General with a heavy gaze, and in his dark eyes was indifference towards someone he didn’t regard highly. “People value self-awareness.”
A flash of killing intent passed through the General’s eyes, and he lowered his head to conceal it.
***
A day after Young Master Qingfeng left, Yunjing and Yuncheng arrived at the west coast with the painted portrait.
Upon reaching the west coast, they didn’t need to waste much effort looking, as only one courtyard along the west coast was shielded with a barrier.
The two entered the courtyard together, pushed open the door, and saw Hua Yue lying on the bed in a deep sleep, along with a baby.
Yuncheng’s eyes, originally full of smiles, suddenly paused. He stared at Hua Yue intently, “He’s actually not dead!”
Little junior brother was with him, so he knew he wasn’t dead!
Yuncheng’s eyes filled with a chilling air, and Eldest senior brother softly called, “Second junior brother.”
Yuncheng snapped out of it, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart. His face was icy, and he raised his hand to check Hua Yue’s pulse, feeding him a pill. After a moment, Hua Yue gradually woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a voice that made him terrified.
“Where is Yunshu?”
Hua Yue’s eyes widened suddenly. Following the voice, he saw the senior brother of Yunshu, the person who had killed him once before and also captured him.
With a loud “bang,” he was directly scared back into his original form.
Now, Yuncheng squinted his eyes, seemingly recognizing Hua Yue’s true form.
He had killed this fox before, and because of that, his junior brother had been displeased. To remedy that, he thought of capturing a similar fox to accompany his junior brother. So, he specifically returned to the demon ghost market and found him not far from where he killed the fox.
On the day Yuncheng presented the fox to his junior brother, the junior brother even smiled at him.
This fox was truly important in his junior brother’s heart.
He had personally given this fox to his junior brother.
As Yuncheng’s voice grew colder, the killing intent became stronger. “Where is Junior Brother Yunshu?”
“Yunshu has been captured,” Hua Yue’s voice trembled, shaky and unsteady. “He was sucked into a painting, and that painting was taken by… a demonic cultivator from the Flower Brocade Sect.”
Eldest Senior Brother and Yuncheng both frowned.
They knew what kind of sect the Flower Brocade Sect was. “If I remember correctly, that person named Zouyu seems to be the sect master of Flower Brocade Sect?”
Yuncheng turned to ask Eldest Senior Brother.
Eldest Senior Brother nodded and furrowed his brow. “He has improper intentions towards Junior Brother Yunshu.”
“He, he will definitely harm Yunshu. The big demons of the Flower Brocade Sect are shameless scoundrels,” Hua Yue said.
Yuncheng glanced at the fox with a smile that wasn’t a smile, then lifted him up, intending to leave. “Senior Brother, let’s go. Let’s find out why Flower Brocade Sect is capturing disciples from our Shanshui Sect.”
“Wait for a moment,” Eldest Senior Brother stopped Yuncheng. Carefully taking out a portrait from his sleeve, he unfolded it in front of Hua Yue. “Does the painting that sucked Yunshu away look like this one?”
With his lifeline squeezed, Hua Yue, in a state of despair, looked up at the portrait in Yuncheng’s hand. When he saw it, he couldn’t help but freeze.
“Exactly the same,” he murmured, “the portrait is exactly the same.”
“People from the Flower Brocade Sect have something to do with that general,” Eldest senior brother took back the portrait, pondered for a moment, and said to his second junior brother, “Take him away, junior brother.”
Yuncheng nodded, about to leave with the fox in his hands. However, Hua Yue hastily pointed to the baby on the bed, “Take that baby too!”
Hua Yue couldn’t leave the baby here to starve, so in his haste, he could only associate the baby with Pei Yunshu: “That’s Beauty Yunshu’s child!”
With a loud bang, the wooden table in the room was shattered with a single palm.
Eldest senior brother and Yuncheng’s faces were never so ugly. The expressions in their eyes suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea.
A child of junior brother?
Junior brother actually… had a child.
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