The Man in the Painting
Blue skies, clear waters, mountains, and white clouds.
On the surface, this was just an ordinary landscape painting, and one could not feel the charm within it. It was likely that the value for people to appreciate it was negligible.
However, when Ye Zichen grabbed the painting, he saw it move.
The clouds in the blue sky moved with the wind, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. At the end of the lake was a bamboo raft. A man stood on it, wearing a conical bamboo hat. He drifted toward the center of the lake with a bamboo pole.
As he drew closer, Ye Zichen could even hear a few faint sighs.
"Time! Fate! "
The sigh lingered in Ye Zichen's ears like demonic music. His heart trembled, and his blood surged. In his panic, Ye Zichen tore his gaze away from the painting. He clutched his chest and gasped for breath, but when he tried to recall what he'd seen, he couldn't.
"This painting ….."
When he looked at it again, Ye Zichen felt a twinge of apprehension. By now, he no longer viewed it as a simple landscape painting. In just a few breaths of time, he'd felt his mind become so disturbed by the painting. His blood surged. If he looked at it for too long, who knew what would happen?
This painting was simply too demonic. Ye Zichen didn't want it, but the memories he'd extracted from it made him want to accept it.
Just what had he experienced in the painting? How could he be like this?
Ye Zichen forcibly suppressed his roiling blood and rolled up the painting. Kong San looked on enviously. Although he didn't know what Ye Zichen had experienced in the painting, he could tell from his expression that the painting's meaning.
He'd held the painting for over ten years, but all he'd seen was an ordinary landscape.
It seemed that although he'd bought the painting, it wasn't fated to be with him.
"I'll accept the painting, but I won't take it for free. This is a jade slip I made. If you fall into danger, so long as you crush it, I'll do everything within my power to save your life. "
In truth, he'd made this life-saving jade slip for Wu Di, but Wu Di was still within the range of his immortal sense, so there was no point in giving it to him.
This landscape painting definitely held some sort of great secret. Kong San had given him such a precious painting, and he wouldn't be able to rest easy if he just took it for free. He might as well give the jade slip to Kong San. Later, when Wu Di separated from him, he could rebrand it.
"This …"
Kong San was terrified. In reality, he couldn't comprehend this painting here either. He originally wanted to borrow the flower to offer the buddha, but he didn't expect the other party to return the courtesy.
Ye Zichen was able to heavily injure several Human Immortals with a wave of his hand. That meant that Ye Zichen was at least above the Earth Immortal level. As long as he accepted the jade slip, he would have one more life-saving trump card. However, this was a bit precious, so he hesitated.
"I told you to take it, so take it. If you don't want it, just destroy it."
Ye Zichen tossed the jade slip to Kong San, then led Bai Xiaosheng back to the guest room without even looking back.
"Boss, is this painting really as divine as Kong San says?"
When Ye Zichen unfurled the painting, Gang Cai couldn't help but glance at it out of curiosity. However, aside from mountains and rivers, he really couldn't see anything else.
Ye Zichen nodded calmly. He didn't immediately study the painting. Instead, he set it on the table.
"Bai Xiaosheng, I have some things to tell you."
"Go ahead, Boss," said Bai Xiaosheng solemnly.
"Investigate that Cai Renfei's background for me, as well as where he's been staying and what he's been up to recently. That kid's a bit different from ordinary silkpants. He's a bit shrewd. The more he's like that, the blacker his heart is. I'm worried he'll cause trouble for us behind our backs. "
Ye Zichen hated dealing with shrewd silkpants the most. Just now, he hadn't given him any face, yet he'd endured it all and left with a smile on his face. This sort of person was too scheming. He had to be on his guard.
No one could say what he'd do once he got back. If he just tossed him to the back of his mind, he might get into big trouble.
When Ye Zichen heard that, Bai Xiaosheng nodded and left.
Ye Zichen continued, "It seems my apprentice Wu Di's family is about to participate in the clan's grand competition. For the next few days, I might have to go into seclusion and study this landscape painting. If my apprentice gets bullied during the competition, don't hesitate. Tell Wei Jie to go to the Wu Family and avenge him. "
"Understood."
After explaining everything, Bai Xiaosheng left the room. Ye Zichen's heart thumped wildly. He couldn't help but walk up to the painting, hesitating over whether or not to open it.
The sensation of his blood surging through his veins still lingered in his heart. He was certain that if he hadn't retreated in time, he might have been injured.
"I refuse to believe this painting can be so demonic."
Ye Zichen refused to believe it. He walked up to the bed, sat cross-legged, gnashed his teeth, and unfurled the painting once more.
When he looked at it again, it was still blue skies, clear waters, mountains, and white clouds. When he looked away from the painting, his memories returned to his sea of consciousness.
"That bamboo-hat man …."
Ye Zichen knew that he'd suffered a setback at the bamboo-hat man's hands. He was on high alert as he waited for him to appear.
When the ripples appeared on the lake's surface, a bamboo raft appeared at the end of the mountain range ….
The man on the raft was still wearing his bamboo hat. He pushed against the surface of the lake, stirring up the ripples. It seemed like the raft was very far from the center of the lake, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have teleported to the center of the lake.
"Time! Fate! "
The bamboo-hat man muttered softly. Ye Zichen remembered his earlier setback. He held his breath, concentrated, and did his best to resist the demonic sound.
"The one who spoke wasn't the one on the raft."
When he saw this, Ye Zichen's heart trembled. He'd always assumed it was the man in the bamboo hat who'd spoken. He never would have guessed it was someone else.
In an instant, a tea table appeared on the bamboo hat, and two people sat on both sides of the tea table.
One of them wore a maroon imperial robe, but his hair was a complete mess. There were even a few strands of white hair mixed into his lush black hair. His expression was desolate as he gripped his wine cup and smiled bitterly.
"I, the Five Elements Great Emperor, have roamed free and unfettered my entire life, yet I've ended up like this."
Just from his sorrowful tone, it was easy to sense the desolation in his heart. At that moment, the man in the golden imperial robe and crown snorted, "Five Elements Great Emperor, I inherited the Crepe Myrtle Starlight.
I am the legitimate heir of the Myriad Daos. Why don't you accept this? "
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