Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 448 Techniques for Beating a Dog When It's Drunk

How much can a person's appearance change in a single day?
To some extent, this is related to a person's understanding of their own appearance—the more familiar they are with it, the more obvious the subtle changes will be; even a slight twitch at the corner of the mouth will be noticed.

Perhaps it also has something to do with mirrors.
A bronze mirror can erode one's youth, watching black hair turn white, but its blurred surface can also bring solace.

Of course, cultivators had long since gotten rid of bronze mirrors with limited clarity—they could summon a water mirror with a simple hand gesture, reflecting people in perfect detail.

Wei Xi didn't care much about her appearance. She would wash her face and go out every day, only using a mirror when combing her hair.

Even so, Wei Xi was absolutely certain at this moment that the image of himself in the portrait was distorted.

Unlike the subtle changes just now, under Wei Xi's unwavering gaze, the portrait's appearance changed drastically, its posture became taller, and its expression changed from vivid to stiff.

It looks as if this portrait is transforming Wei Xi into another person.

Wei Xi no longer cared about the two demonic beasts shouting and cursing outside; her intuition told her that the portrait in the scroll was a bigger problem.

Wei Xi faced two choices: one was to ignore the matter and wait for the two demonic beasts to finish arguing before leaving the scroll; the other was to destroy the painting while she could still recognize herself in the portrait.

Both paths have their own pitfalls. With the former, the initiative is not in Wei Xi's hands. If the Eastern Yi demon chief and Lue Xi argue for three years, she would rather slit her own throat. With the latter, the outcome is uncontrollable, and she must always consider Lian Gou's life, so she must be extremely cautious in her actions.

Does anyone know what leather painting actually is?
However, Wei Xi was certain of one thing: for Lian Gouhan, scrolls and leather bags were simply incomparable. If a leather bag was destroyed, he could just buy a few more; but if a scroll was destroyed, he would probably be saying goodbye to the world.

Emotionally speaking, Wei Xi considers Lian Gouyi a friend; pragmatically speaking, Qin Feng still needs him for the time being in his cultivation.

After a moment's thought, despite the increasingly distorted appearance of the person in the portrait, Wei Xi chose to bite the bullet and wait and see.

"At least," Wei Xi thought, gripping the dagger, "at least I can see what kind of person they want to turn me into."

Wei Xi was somewhat distressed—it was bad enough that she was unlucky, but why were the people around her all so strange, finding ways to contribute to her misfortune?

Thus, Wei Xi was surrounded by foul language and saw terrifying scenes comparable to ghost stories—a visual and auditory feast that was incredibly stimulating.

Wei Xi's rare display of compassion was enough to move even the cultivation world.

But things don't always go as planned. For some unknown reason, the scroll began to vibrate violently, and the void began to collapse, like peeling paint revealing the rich yin and yang energy behind it.

The yin and yang energies squeezed in from all directions, as if blocked by an invisible cage, leaving only an open space near Wei Xi.

Then came a series of faces—men, women, young and old, all represented, with diverse regional characteristics. Wei Xi even saw quite a few monster heads. To put it bluntly, even Yama, the King of Hell, could do a one-stop shopping spree here—appearing on the Yin-Yang energy.

"No!" Wei Xi's pupils contracted slightly. "It's not that faces are appearing on top, it's that these faces are crowded together. This yin and yang energy is made up of faces!"

Wei Xi only regretted that his eyesight was so good that he could see such a harmful scene clearly.

With such a rich concentration of yin and yang energy, Wei Xi dared not imagine how many human and beast faces had been swallowed by the scroll.

Unsurprisingly, Wei Xi also saw Tan Xian's limp face.

It wasn't that Wei Xi was being mischievous; he simply couldn't find a more accurate description: in the blink of an eye, the demon's face was almost melting, with only the crocodile's snout and a human nose vaguely discernible.

If it hadn't rushed up to Wei Xi, she really wouldn't have recognized what this lump was. Remembering the abilities of the beach moss, Wei Xi felt sorry for the little yin and yang energy it had left.

Fortunately, no matter how eagerly these faces tried to get in, they couldn't squeeze into the last piece of pure land.

In this situation, Wei Xi calmed down. She kept her eyes fixed on the portrait, keeping a slight distance between herself and the portrait. Throughout the entire process, she ignored those bluffing, temporarily harmless faces.

“I reckon once the portrait transformation is complete, I’ll join the ranks of those whose faces are constantly bumping into each other, just like the last bit of yin and yang energy left on the beach moss,” Wei Xi frowned, his thoughts racing. “…Is the [Thousand Faces] related to these faces trapped in the scrolls?”

"Also, why is it me in the portrait, and not this body?"

Wei Xi's gaze was gloomy as it fell on the increasingly stiff "himself" in the portrait, the pulling sensation on his body not lessening in the slightest.

"The ability of leather painting is closely related to the yin and yang energy, and it is probably a technique from the end of the period of demon beast rule or the beginning of the golden age."

Based on Wei Xi's understanding of history, he could deduce that this point in time was an exceptional performance.

Then Wei Xi racked her brains to recall Lian Gouhan's past—even though she knew her memories were unreliable now, what better way was there?
"Artist"

Wei Xi made up his mind, took out a brush and ink from his Qiankun bag, rushed to the portrait, and first flicked a string of ink dots.

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The closest Wei ever came to art was probably when he scribbled aimlessly with a twig in front of the stove. With such a simple technique, you can imagine how bad the resulting drawing was.

The portrait clearly hadn't expected someone to throw a broken pen at it; it was a defilement of art and beauty!

Wei Xi blinked and saw the transformation process pause slightly, which meant there was hope. He was immediately encouraged and plunged the brush into the ink. He then flicked the brush heavily at the portrait, and a thick, large ink dot pierced through its chest.

The portrait couldn't bear the injustice, so it flipped over and floated away.

"To beat a drowning dog to a pulp" is a belief that Wei Xi strongly supports and practices. She chased after him with her inkstone in hand, her single-mindedness making Hua Xin tremble with fear.

Unfortunately, the portrait was also afraid of those faces that were squeezed and distorted. With wolves in front and tigers behind, it could only float around with difficulty in the narrow space, and was occasionally splashed with ink by the overly strong Wei Xi.

But things could get worse for the portrait: Wei Xi had somehow produced several more brushes, each one saturated with ink, seemingly capable of defacing the portrait with exceptional skill.

That is to say, the portrait has no eyes, otherwise, just one look at it would make one's soul fly away.

Perhaps influenced by the panicked portrait, the world inside the scroll began to shake more and more frequently. If Wei Xi hadn't been agile, he probably would have fallen a couple of times.

Immersed in the ocean of "art," Wei Xi did not notice that the shouting outside the scroll gradually stopped. Upon closer listening, he realized that the shouting was coming from behind the dense yin-yang energy.

Fortunately, Wei Xi wasn't the only one who had entered this tattered scroll.

After a violent jolt, Wei Xi was thrown out.

When he was unrolled, Wei Xi saw the portrait, which was beginning to show signs of transformation, through his masterpiece.

It is a continuous hook.

Qin Feng and Lian Gou are both steadfast teammates and have no intention of harming Wei Xi, so please enjoy the show without worry.