Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 219: The Battle of Paintings

Opportunity?

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que's expression changed drastically. This female ghost had actually guessed the general purpose of his edict!
Now that the other party is insisting on giving him a chance, it's obvious that it's definitely not a good thing.

As he pondered rapidly, he was also extremely puzzled; the female ghost's strength was terrifying.

How exactly did Yuan Zhi survive five years ago?

Could it be that... Yuan Zhi never actually encountered this female ghost in the first place?!
While he was pondering, Zheng Que suddenly felt an itch on his back. When he turned around, he saw two pale red intestines growing out of his back.

The two intestines, twisted and tangled, protruded from the clothes on his back and continued to grow, rustling as they coiled on the ground, piling up like a small mountain in the blink of an eye.

Behind him, the figure in the ivory-colored dress held a brush in her hand, her head slightly bowed, intently drawing on his back.

brush brush...

The cool, damp pen tip swept across Zheng Que's back. The figure in the ivory-yellow dress drew rapidly while speaking earnestly, "You are also a person with great opportunities. You should know that the greater the opportunity, the greater the risk."

"The opportunity I have bestowed upon you is to make your work the most outstanding in the entire gathering!"

"Don't worry."

"I will make sure that everyone who enters the gathering in the future sees you first!"

"Furthermore, I will draw all the details of what you just described in the painting."

"Although from now on you will lose your memory, your reason, and your identity as a living being, becoming a part of this place... these are all the price of a great opportunity."

"There's nothing to regret about these things."

"Once you obtain this opportunity, you will know its benefits."

"For a mere short-lived person to be able to share in the eternity of this gathering of literary talents, just like those magnificent chapters passed down through the ages, leaving a lasting legacy for posterity, inspiring awe and longing in future generations, who would rather be born at this time to witness the birth of your masterpiece. What a great opportunity this is!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que's expression changed drastically. He immediately realized that the intestines growing out of his back were drawn on by the female ghost.

Realizing this, he hurriedly tried to struggle, only to find that his entire body was immobilized by an invisible force, unable to move even his fingers, only his head could still turn.

Zheng Ding looked closely and suddenly realized that his body was fixed to a piece of paper, with only his head sticking out of the paper, pulled out by the female ghost!

Given the current situation, even if he wanted to continue using the edict, he couldn't!
Seeing that the figure in the ivory-yellow dress was about to continue writing, Zheng Que quickly calmed down.

This place is perfect for a literary gathering!

The other party is now going to use their brush on him, to paint him like the strange, unrecognizable ghosts in the surrounding paintings.

If he is indeed drawn like that, he will directly become part of this "weirdness".

Furthermore, the bizarre and grotesque ghosts in the surrounding paintings, which resembled a hodgepodge of various beasts, plants, metals, and ceramics, were mostly like him. They were once cultivators who had mistakenly entered the gathering and were later painted into ghosts by this female ghost!
What made him the most outstanding work at the gathering... the real meaning is to depict him as the most inhuman ghost here!

In addition, Yuan Zhi had previously told him that during a gathering, one should not be targeted by the host...

The female ghost in the yellow dress in front of me is most likely the host of that gathering!
In a flash, Zheng Que suddenly mimicked the other person's tone and calmly asked, "A work that will be remembered for generations?"

"It was indeed a great opportunity."

"However, the many paintings around us are full of craftsmanship, with stiff brushstrokes, monotonous styles, and no spirit. They are obviously the work of craftsmen and are simply unbearable to look at."

"Most painters have never seen a true masterpiece. They rely entirely on their meager painting skills honed through repeated practice to scribble something random. So what looks fancy is actually devoid of spirit. They simply don't understand what a masterpiece is!"

“The Baozhen Valley Gathering is renowned; it certainly wouldn’t be so low-class.”

"This is certainly not where the elegant gathering takes place. But I wonder where the real elegant gathering is?" "I come from a noble family, my sect is illustrious, and my master is of extraordinary status. All my associates are eminent scholars, and I am surrounded by ordinary people. With such a status and background, it would be fine if my work were to become a masterpiece at an elegant gathering and be famous for generations to come."

"Please, please don't let me become one of the pieces of trash here!"

"In my entire life, I, Zheng Que, have never suffered such humiliation!"

Upon hearing this, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress suddenly froze.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be stunned by something, and for a moment there was silence.

After a long pause, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress asked in an unfriendly tone, "You mean, you're an expert who has seen masterpieces?"

Seeing that the other party was willing to respond to him, Zheng Que breathed a sigh of relief. The intelligence shown by this female ghost was the most human-like among all the ghosts he had ever seen!
And it was precisely because the other party was so human that his provocation worked!

If it were someone with Qingli's brain, she probably would have been slapped to death before she even finished speaking.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately said loudly, "If you don't believe me, you'll know once you try."

"The two of us will each complete a painting."

"After that, neither of us made a move; we let the ghosts in the painting fight it out."

"If your painting wins, I will do with it as I see fit."

"If my painting wins, please forgive my intrusion and let me leave on my own, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, the displeasure emanating from the figure in the ivory-yellow dress vanished instantly, and she nodded slightly, saying, "That's a good idea."

"It's been a long time since I've had a painting contest with anyone."

"This immortal is not unreasonable. If you can truly create a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages and bring me some benefit, then you will be an honored guest of this immortal."

"Not only will I let you leave on your own, but I will also provide you with a travel allowance."

"But if you dare to deceive me, I will make you regret ever being born!"

At this point, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress grabbed Zheng Que's hair and pulled him up sharply.

Zheng Que was suddenly pulled out of the drawing paper by a strong force.

bump!
The next moment, he was thrown directly onto the grass in the bamboo forest by the figure in the yellow dress.

Before Zheng Que could get up, the figure in the yellow dress took out a purple writing brush and threw it at him, saying indifferently, "This [Soul-Eating Ink Weapon] uses the soul as ink."

As she spoke, she took out a simple pair of scissors, which looked like something a woman in her boudoir would use to cut silk.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress picked up a pair of scissors, walked to the three scrolls beside her, and quickly cut out the images of Shu Yunying, Qing Li, and Ku Lan fighting with ghosts. She then tossed them to Zheng Que, adding, "These are your three ghost servants, and also your ink sticks now."

"Simply rinse the ink stick with water to turn it into ink for painting."

"The soul of the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] can only produce ink from the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell].

"The ink of the Ninefold Hell of Tongue Pulling can only depict the ghosts of the Ninefold Hell of Tongue Pulling."

"Since we're exchanging painting skills, I won't take advantage of you."

"Whatever kind of ink you use, I will use the same kind of ink."

(End of this chapter)