Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 213 The art style is off. (First update!)

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Bamboo shadows sway gently, and the stream murmurs softly.

The paintings hang on the bamboo branches of varying heights, their green and white colors contrasting beautifully, creating lifelike scenes where the objects in the paintings seem almost to step out and come to life.

Before the horizontal scroll, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress finished painting all the ghosts, then put away her brush and, with a light flick of her wide sleeves, left the gathering once more.

At that moment, the ghostly figures that had just been drawn in the scroll immediately rushed toward the "Geng" shaped carriage.

From outside the painting, the central scene of the horizontal scroll at this moment is a caravan in front, followed by a tide of ghostly creatures, struggling to make their way through the mountains where a storm is brewing.

Those ghosts were all ugly in appearance and fierce in aura. With their teeth bared and claws outstretched, they caught up with the last "Geng" car in the caravan and immediately used their respective methods to attack the only two cultivators in the "Geng" car.

The sky in the painting is filled with rolling dark clouds, like an inverted black sea, pressing down from the horizon. Lightning flashes intersect in the clouds, and the brief intervals of lightning illuminate the world. The entire convoy seems to be permeated with a desolate atmosphere as it hurriedly travels towards the temple ahead.

However, everything in the painting moves extremely slowly.

Outside the painting, a mountain breeze rustled, and the other scrolls in the gathering swayed in the wind. The ghosts inside all turned their heads to look at the horizontal scroll.

These ghosts are all strange and varied. Some are alone in a painting, while others are in caves, near dark clouds, in deep forests, or sitting alone in abandoned houses. They are all surrounded by yin energy and have a strong aura. Their eyes, which are looking at the horizontal scroll, are full of all kinds of greed.

Perhaps because of the lesson learned from the ferocious ghost earlier, this time, although the ghosts in the other scrolls were also very interested in the living people in the horizontal scroll, they just looked and did not take any further action.

A long time passed, and then the figure in the bright yellow dress returned.

He returned to the horizontal scroll and watched as the ghost in the painting was being defeated by the cultivators and ghost servants of the "Geng" shaped chariot. Seemingly displeased, he immediately picked up his brush and drew two more arms for the ferocious ghost of the "Scissors Prison".

After acquiring the new arms, the ferocious ghost in the painting immediately surged with yin energy, its four arms swinging like windmills, aggressively grabbing at the cultivators and ghost servants in the "Geng" shaped carriage.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress didn't stop writing; he added a few more strokes to the dark clouds above.

The already inky black clouds suddenly became heavy, as if they had gathered their strength to the extreme. The next moment, the raindrops, which were supposed to fall some time later, suddenly started to pelt down.

In an instant, all the figures in the first three cars in the painting panicked and began to crawl under the cars to take shelter from the rain, regardless of the consequences.

Only the two cultivators in the "Geng" shaped carriage did not react, because the split entity of the "evil spirit" in the painting, holding up a series of black silk umbrellas, blocked the falling rain.

The figure in the ivory-yellow skirt then began to paint next to the "T" and "Ji" shaped carriages, filling in the missing figures.

Wang Xianming, Shan Ya Niang, Mei Youle... Soon, five more figures stood by the "T" shaped carriage; and by the "Ji" shaped carriage, there were also two more figures: a cultivator in black tight-fitting clothes and a silver crane cloak, and another cultivator.

A moment later, the entire convoy changed into a "T" shaped convoy guarded by five cultivators, a "Ji" shaped convoy guarded by two cultivators, a "Wu" shaped convoy with nine cultivators huddled underneath, and a "Geng" shaped convoy still with two cultivators.

After finishing the drawing, the figure in the ivory-colored dress noticed that the four-armed, ferocious ghost was still fighting the cultivators and ghost servants in the "Geng" shaped carriage to a standstill, posing no real threat to the convoy. She immediately felt that something was off about the art style.

So, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress immediately took out a sharp pair of scissors and began cutting along the horizontal axis of the scroll.

With a series of subtle cutting sounds, Shu Yunying's figure, along with the surrounding paper, was instantly cut out from the horizontal scroll painting.

The section of the scroll that was cut out was empty, except for Shu Yunying alone, still in a pose with her clothes fluttering and in the air, ready to strike.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress pasted the cut-out drawing paper onto a scroll next to it, then took out a blank piece of paper and filled in the holes that had been cut out of the horizontal scroll.

At this moment, Shu Yunying, who had been fighting against the ferocious ghosts in the painting, seemed to have vanished into thin air. The ferocious ghosts in the painting suddenly unleashed their ghostly power, with four ghostly hands descending alternately and frantically smashing towards the "Geng" character car.

But soon, the white-clad, black-haired woman in the painting also stretched out six long arms, intertwined like scissors, like a venomous python emerging from its hole, and engaged in a fierce battle with the four ghostly hands of the hideous demon.

From the outside, both sides were moving extremely slowly. The ferocious ghost seemed to be gaining a slight advantage, but it was unable to completely defeat its opponent for the time being.

Looking at this scene, the figure in the yellow dress still felt that something was wrong with the style of the painting, so she picked up the scissors again and cut Qingli off the painting and pasted it onto another painting next to it.

This time, the ferocious ghost finally had no obstacles and punched the two cultivators in the "Geng" shaped carriage.

But then, the male cultivator in the painting suddenly drew something from between his eyebrows and pointed a finger at the hideous ghost.

The thing emerging from between its brows could not be seen in the painting, and the figure in the ivory-yellow dress could not be seen at all. It was only felt that the thing seemed to be completely unaffected by the painting, and its speed was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it appeared between the brows of the hideous ghost.

The grotesque monsters in the painting moved much slower, and even though it was the "Scissors Prison," they couldn't dodge them.

In an instant, the hideous ghost's enormous body was frozen in place, motionless.

The figure in the yellow dress was instantly enraged, unable to believe that she had drawn such a useless ghost!
Whoosh!
The figure in the ivory-yellow dress reached into the painting and pulled the hideous ghost out of it.

The grotesque ghost stared blankly ahead with its five eyes, its long, bright red tongue hanging limply. Even though it was being held in the hand of the figure in the yellow dress, it still hadn't come to its senses. Its whole body was stiff and it couldn't move at all.

Puff puff……

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress showed no mercy to the hideous monster, tearing it to shreds with a sudden burst of force!
The grotesque, torn-together creature transformed into swirling ink and scraps of paper, drifting and settling among the weeds on the ground.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress once again took out the scissors, cut the withered orchid out of the scroll, and pasted it onto the third scroll next to it.

At this moment, the figure in the yellow dress looked at the painting in front of her again. Beside the last "Geng" carriage, there were only two lonely cultivators, a black banner, and a torrential downpour.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress finally nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)