"Oh my god …!" Rui Xiong covered his face. He could not bear to look at it anymore. It was one thing to draw a girl's naked body, but he was a man! Even the most important parts of his body were drawn in detail …
Lu Sheng could not bear to look at it. He turned his face away.
Eirinn was left alone. Her face was flushed, and her neck was burning. Her hand was already reaching for the solid wooden chair beside her. Zhuo Siqing's head would probably be smashed in the next second.
An inevitable conflict broke out. Eirinn wanted to smash Zhuo Siqing to death with the chair, but Rui Xiong held her back.
Lu Sheng was speechless.
In truth, these so-called art exhibitions and competitions were just like playing house to him.
Now that he looked at it, it was still a waste of time even though there were some areas that he could benefit from.
He came here to spend a lot of time comprehending and improving his tier.
After Rui Xiong's persuasion and Zhuo Siqing's repeated apologies, Eirinn finally gave up on fighting Zhuo Siqing. However, this painting could not enter the competition anymore.
Regardless of whether his painting was good or bad, the theme alone was enough to get all the judges to give him negative marks. He was lucky that he was not chased out of the art exhibition. He had many friends.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Lu Sheng walked up and smeared Zhuo Siqing's painting. The painting on the canvas was blurred. At the very least, he could no longer see the details of the trio's naked bodies.
"Hey, hey, hey! You brat! " Zhuo Siqing immediately panicked. He lunged forward to stop him, but Lu Sheng blocked him with one hand. He could not move.
"My blood and sweat!" Zhuo Siqing screamed.
Lu Sheng put the painting back in its original place. He had some interest in paintings to begin with. Now that he had witnessed the miraculous phenomenon just now, he was instantly intrigued by the paintings of even more skilled painters.
The exhibition soon began. The trio's paintings were hung on the wall opposite the single room for the judges and the public to vote on.
Lu Sheng decided to ignore Rui Xiong and the other two. While the three of them were discussing their works, he walked out and looked at the paintings one by one.
The paintings here were much better in terms of pure technique and skill, but there were only three groups of paintings that could truly shock him.
Rui Xiong and the others were in one group, and there were two other groups. One group was led by a cheerful young man with short green hair.
The other group was led by a nobleman with deep eyes.
Of the two of them, one drew with the theme of harvesting sweat, while the other drew with the theme of a student taught by a teacher finally becoming a talent.
Lu Sheng carefully looked at the paintings on both sides. There were only one or two that truly shocked him.
Vaguely, Lu Sheng even felt that when he was appreciating these paintings that had special feelings, his inner self seemed to be undergoing some kind of qualitative change. He also had a deeper understanding of certain things.
The art exhibition soon ended. The voting for the competition ended. Even though Lu Sheng had made his move, there was still a huge gap between them. Zhuo Siqing was placed fourth.
Actually, only the top three were useful. The fourth or fifth place did not matter, so this could be considered a consolation prize.
Although he only placed fourth, Zhuo Siqing still felt like he was celebrating a festival. When he returned home, he was overjoyed and wanted to celebrate. However, after Lu Sheng forcefully stopped him, he did not calm down for a few days.
After returning home from the art exhibition, Lu Sheng could not forget the amazing feeling of being shocked by the paintings.
Although this world was just a transition, and he was only interested in the huge difference in the flow of time here, if he could dig out more things that were useful to him … Lu Sheng would not just leave it there.
After returning from the art exhibition, he was unusually interested in the painters who created these paintings that could even shock one's spirit.
After finding an excuse for Zhuo Siqing to go on a vacation, Lu Sheng went out right away. He secretly went to the exhibition hall and obtained the addresses and names of the top three painters.
He was prepared to visit each of them personally.
The artist who could create these paintings definitely had an abnormal mentality that surpassed that of ordinary people.
…
Outside Yanrong Town, Bailin Mansion.
The autumn wind was cool. In the golden forest, a young boy with short blond hair was pinching several paintbrushes. There were colorful pots of paint of different sizes all around him.
Before him was a painting of a colorful elk running in the dark forest. It was more than ninety percent complete.
Cough, cough, cough …
The young boy suddenly lowered his head and started coughing. His name was Jelian, and he was also the first place winner of the art exhibition in the district.
He was a top painter who was known as a true ghost genius. Unfortunately, just as he was about to show off his ambitions in the art world, he suddenly fell seriously ill, and his future was cut short.
Now, his hands would even tremble when he picked up a paintbrush.
Therefore, he had to pinch the paintbrush hard to prevent the shaking from causing the lines to lose their original meaning.
"You painted this?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the depths of the forest.
A man with an unimaginably tall and strong body walked out slowly and stopped in front of Jelian.
"I didn't expect the leader of the ghosts, Jelian Deri, to be willing to live in seclusion in such a remote and unknown town. What a joke. "
"Who are you?"
Jelian was stunned. He looked at the newcomer, and a hint of wariness appeared on his face.
"Me? A person who likes to paint, "Lu Sheng said calmly.
He had learned almost all the information about this ghost genius through his psychological guidance art.
He could not use anything else in this world, but he could still use the psychological guidance art. Although it was slightly weakened due to the rules, most of his abilities were fine.
"A person who likes to paint? What's your goal? "Jelian had already regained his composure. He was a man who was about to die. No matter what danger he faced, he could still maintain his composure.
Lu Sheng stared at the dazzling spirit of the person before him. He could not imagine that such a low-level world could produce such a powerful genius with a pure spirit.
If this person was in Great Yin or any other cultivation world, he would definitely be a super genius, one in a million.
In a low-level world like this, he could rely on himself to train his spirit to the level of a Divine Weapon Master.
If he was given a way out, Lu Sheng wondered how far he could go.
"I feel sorry for you," Lu Sheng said slowly. "There aren't many who can compare to your talent, even in the entire God's Eye finals. However, because of your body, you can only stay here for the rest of your life. "
"If you don't have anything else to say, can you please leave? I want to rest, "Jelian interrupted Lu Sheng directly.
"I can cure you," Lu Sheng said straightforwardly.
"!" Jelian was slightly stunned. Then, he smiled. "Do you know what disease I have?"
"Permanent Myolysis Disease," Lu Sheng said calmly. It was the most terminal disease in this world.
"Then why …" Jelian was stunned.
"Because I need your strength." Since Lu Sheng had come to this world, he would not waste his time by following the prescribed order step by step.
He wanted to establish his foundation as soon as possible, and then absorb all the essence of this world. He wanted to help himself reach true ascension.
Jelian clenched his teeth. He wanted to retort, but there was something about the other party that he could not refute. This strange feeling, combined with a powerful pressure, forced him to believe.
"How do you want me to help you? If you can cure me, my strength will be yours, "Jelian promised seriously.
"It's simple. I want you to help me complete a painting."
Lu Sheng smiled.
…
A few months later.
Just as Zhuo Siqing was happily participating in art exhibitions and competitions everywhere, a mysterious organization called the Silver Hand began to spread in the domestic art world.
The organization's influence spread rapidly. Many major cities and central cities were conquered by its members.
The evil painters, who were once known as the most dangerous in the world of art, were like young babies before them.
Every member of the Silver Hand was once the most dangerous and powerful painters in the dark art world.
Some of their paintings could cause disasters of varying degrees, some could affect emotions, and some could manipulate people's hearts.
Some could even trigger physiological diseases in the human body, causing death.
They were already extremely powerful. However, after joining the Silver Hand, their strength seemed to have increased by several times overnight, reaching a terrifying level that no one could defeat.
In the Federation, many states and Jelian fell. The number of Silver Hand members increased. Even if they only wanted the strongest, in the end, more than half of the Federation's territory was occupied by the Silver Hand members.
The high-ranking officials and generals of the Federation tried to suppress this evil trend, but it was to no avail.
The members of the Silver Hand who were known as the Silver Painters were too powerful. Everything that stood in their way was crushed by their psychic power.
At this moment, a rumor began to spread in the black market.
It was said that the rise of the Silver Hand was due to a painting. A strange, mysterious, and powerful painting.
This painting was originally incomplete, but the leader of the Silver Hands had made up a part of it, thus obtaining a powerful and shocking power.
There was also a rumor that if this painting could be completely completed, one would possess a power that surpassed the Silver Hand. One could even seize the immense power that they already possessed.
This rumor became more and more true as it spread. Soon, it reached the ears of the higher-ups of the World God's Eye.
…
In a villa in the center of a deserted island in the Muduo Sea.
"Is this the legendary painting that allowed the Silver Hand to rise?"
Osiris's knife-like face looked even more solemn and handsome under the setting sun, giving off an indescribable sense of gravity.
He had been the leader of the God's Eye for three consecutive terms. He was now the leader behind the scenes of the God's Eye and the most powerful painter in the world.
His color layer was known as the Sky Tyrant. Every time the God's Eye Competition was held, he was the decisive person who attended as the main judge.
At this moment, there was a gray painting that looked somewhat chaotic and chaotic in front of him.
There was a huge wheel on the canvas. Each line segment of the wheel had a large area of blank space, which required additional content to be filled in.
"It is said that as long as this painting is completed correctly and placed in a special place, unimaginable power will be obtained." There was a woman with long platinum hair in a white slim-fit suit standing in the room next to him.
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