Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 222 One Move. (Third Update!)

As soon as she finished speaking, the cold voice of the figure in the ivory-yellow dress reached Zheng Que's ears: "This immortal has also finished painting."

"Bring your painting over here."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que immediately took his painting from the branch and strode towards the figure in the ivory-yellow dress.

He approached the figure in the yellowish-brown dress and immediately saw a painting in front of her depicting a monster with a dark blue-black body. It had countless arms and legs, several gaping maws full of sharp teeth on its torso, and a long tail covered in barbs trailing behind it. Its body was covered in fine scales, as if it were wearing a close-fitting soft armor. It exuded a ferocious aura, surrounded by a dense yin energy, and its malevolent aura seemed to leap off the painting and assault his senses.

Most importantly, this painting is enormous!

It is at least ten feet tall.

The dark blue-green ghosts inside filled the entire scroll, looking majestic and powerful, with strong bodies, and were extremely terrifying.

Zheng Que frowned immediately. The ghostly figure in the yellow dress was so huge and detailed. How much ink did it take?
While he was thinking, he took out his painting and handed it to the figure in the yellow dress.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress took Zheng Que's painting, eagerly held it up to her face, and stared at it intently. After just one glance, she was stunned.

What...is this drawing?!

This thing is worse than a three-year-old's doodle, and you call it a painting?!
How dare this human cultivator challenge me in painting skills? How come he's so lacking in skill?

Or perhaps there's a hidden world within those seemingly simple paintings, and I just haven't yet appreciated its charm?
The figure in the ivory-yellow dress seemed incredulous, taking a few more careful glances. But soon, she realized that the painting was stiff, absurd in structure, devoid of artistic conception or spirit, let alone any style or blank space. Even the basic brush control appeared extremely unfamiliar.

This is just a human-like outline drawn by someone who can't draw at all!

Thinking of this, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress quickly regained her composure; this was for the best.

I'll be able to get my revenge soon!
Without further ado, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress pasted Zheng Que's painting directly onto her own.

Compared to her paintings, Zheng Que's painting is only two feet square, and could be pasted anywhere in the gaps between the dark blue ghost's limbs.

As the figure in the ivory-yellow dress moved, the two ghosts instantly merged into the same painting.

At this moment, both ghosts came back to life, but their movements were extremely slow, and it took a long time for them to change their posture.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress seemed unwilling to wait any longer. She immediately took out a gourd-shaped seal and stamped it on a corner of the scroll with a "snap".

[Mu Xian Bone Seal].

The moment the seal fell, the two ghostly figures in the painting instantly accelerated their movements, becoming just like those in reality.

The figure in the yellow dress, who was drawing a dark blue-green "ghost," immediately noticed that another ghost had appeared beside her. Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her twenty-eight arms and smashed them down hard on the rectangular "ghost" drawn by Zheng Que!
In contrast, the rectangular "ghost" appears to be very slow to react, still standing there blankly, as if it has not yet come to its senses.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress watched this scene with great satisfaction. This battle, which was a foregone conclusion, should be over soon!

The next moment, the dark blue "painting ghost's" twenty-eight arms, along with its thirty-odd kicks, all struck the rectangular "painting ghost" simultaneously...

Boom!
A majestic and resounding voice, like the grandest bell, exploded directly in the mind of the dark-skinned "painting ghost".

Bang! ! !
The massive, dark blue "painting ghost's" body suddenly and eerily exploded into a clump of viscous ink.

The ink seemed to have lost its "ghost-drawing" effect, dripping directly from the ten-foot-tall scroll in front of it, quickly gathering into a pool of ink-colored water on the bamboo forest clearing. Judging from its shape, it had become just ordinary ink, without any unusual effects.

On the empty scroll, only the rectangular "painting ghost" drawn by Zheng Que remained. It still looked foolish, standing in the painting looking left and right, its entire body unharmed and unaffected. The only change in this "painting ghost" was that the gavel rune on its rectangular body had suddenly become extremely dim, fading from its fresh ink appearance to a light gray.

This scene unfolded swiftly, and the figure in the ivory-yellow dress suddenly froze, as if unable to believe what she was seeing.

Zheng Que was equally surprised. If it were an ordinary ghost at the fifth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], it wouldn't be so easily defeated, but this "Painting Ghost"...

The runes on the gavel seem to be very effective against "drawing ghosts"?
No, it's not about restraining the "drawing of ghosts," it's about restraining the ink used to draw "ghosts"!

In a flash, Zheng Que realized what was happening and immediately said, "I won!"

Upon hearing this, the figure in the yellow dress also came to her senses. She looked at the painting and saw her own dark blue-black "painting ghost" that had turned into ink and was still flowing to the ground. Her aura was extremely gloomy and cold.

This time, I actually drew another useless character!
Outrageous!

This human cultivator is really lucky!

Thinking of this, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress immediately said in a cold voice, "You vulgar person, you really don't understand such an elegant thing as painting at all!"

What do you mean by "you won"?

"A painting contest is best of three rounds!"

"There will be three rounds in total!"

"This first round was only because I, the immortal, was considering your arrival as a guest from afar and deliberately let you win."

"Now, we still have two more matches to play!"

Best of three?

Did the other party just mention this rule?

Zheng Que was taken aback for a moment, then quickly frowned and said in a deep voice, "Half an hour has almost passed!"

"Let alone two more matches, even one more match would be fatal for me..."

Before Zheng Que could finish speaking, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress turned around, grabbed Zheng Que, and instantly disappeared in one direction.

Zheng Que felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery stretched, distorted, and spun in an instant, turning into colorful blocks. The wind howled in his ears, and for a moment he did not know where he was.

When his vision returned to normal, he found himself standing on a small hillside. In front of him, ancient trees reached for the sky, vines spread like a canopy, and colorful miasma drifted through the forest. A mountain path meandered through the forest, only a small section of which was visible before disappearing into the deep woods. Behind him, thousands of green trees converged like a sea, their green waves surging with the mountain wind. The sound of the waves was mixed with the cries of ghosts from near and far, filling the wilderness with a sense of dread.

Zheng Que immediately realized that this was Yaotai Mountain, and that he had now left the elegant gathering!
He subconsciously looked behind him and saw that the two grotesque intestines had disappeared, and his body had completely returned to normal.

Just as Zheng Que was about to say something, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress grabbed him, and with a sway, they instantly returned to the bamboo forest surrounded by the clear stream.

Not far away, the plaque of "Baozhen Valley Gathering" remains unchanged.

Back in the gathering, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress casually tossed Zheng Que aside and said coldly, "You're alright now, let's start the second round."

"This time, I'm going to get serious!"

(End of this chapter)