The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 310 Mastering Supernatural Powers, the Rules of the Li Family

Li Zhiwei picked up her brush and painted. She held the brush very steadily. When she was young, she studied painting under the master painter Wu Daozi and developed a solid foundation in painting. Later, she looked through the paintings left by the elder brother of the Goddess of Lishan in the courtyard of the Goddess of Lishan.

Li Zhiwei also has his own confidence in these painting skills.

Of course, she was also well aware that she might not be able to surpass the geniuses who had made their mark on history. Prince Teng, Li Yuanying, was even the founder of the Xuan Guan school of painting, and he was a master in the field of butterfly painting.

As Li Zhiwei put down his pen, he heard the sounds of fighting outside.

She held her breath—

Now that things have come to this, there is no other way.

I have no choice but to go up.

Li Yuanying has been pampered since birth. His father spoiled him to an end in order to annoy his second brother, while his second brother treated him well because he wanted to maintain his reputation as a filial son.

Of course, after Emperor Gaozu Li Yuan passed away, his second brother sent him away.

But having been pampered since childhood, she exuded an air of elegance in her actions and speech. Dipping her brush in paint mixed with gold powder, she picked up her brush to paint, her eyes sweeping over the other side as she said indifferently, "Speaking of which, you little girl do have some courage."

"Wang Boze, you dared to attack me just now, you've really grown a bit arrogant."

Wang Boze's face was slightly pale, and he remained silent—he was struggling because of the pills Zhou Yan had given him and the fact that Zhou Yan had exposed his daughter's current situation. Perhaps it was because of the great reputation of the Medicine King, or perhaps it was some other indescribable inner struggle.

He longed for another way to save his daughter.

Do not--

He desperately wanted every possible way to save his daughter.

For this, we will spare no effort.

Li Yuanying's eyes were calm as he said, "Originally, I intended for your daughter to live on in the future Great Tang Dynasty, but I never expected that you would be unwilling to give your daughter a better life?"

As Li Yuanying spoke, he wrote with remarkable ease and composure.

With a stroke of the brush, a butterfly's wing landed on the screen, lifelike. Li Yuanying said calmly, "Aren't you the one who risked your life for that Sanlang, participated in suppressing the rebellion in Sichuan for the Tang Dynasty, and ultimately caused the misfortune of your family?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous when you think about it?"

Wang Boze's face twitched, and he growled in a low voice:
"You've only been letting Wan'er appear in your dreams."

Li Yuanying picked up his pen, his eyes fixed on the crude man—Wang Boze had just fought desperately, even severing his own arm. He looked utterly wretched, his eyes bloodshot, exhausted and tormented.

Li Yuanying naturally intended to make the best use of this pawn to gain as much strength as possible for his side. Half mocking and half sincere, he said, "...When Li Longji of the Great Tang Dynasty came here, the eunuchs and imperial guards had many conflicts with the powerful clans of Sichuan."

"With the emperor's arrival, the powerful clans of Sichuan were naturally filled with fear and anxiety."

"So the local powerful families of Sichuan rebelled, and you served them diligently. But you never expected that even though the emperor had left, the powerful families would still remain powerful families. They were deeply entrenched and still existed in Sichuan... Your family was naturally implicated."

"You serve the Tang Dynasty, but the Tang Dynasty you protect doesn't care about your life or death."

"First, my family's food was embezzled, and then they were oppressed by those wealthy merchants and powerful families."

“Even your daughter was…”

"enough!"

Wang Boze's cheeks twitched, struggle and pain flashed in his eyes, he roared, gasping for breath, his hand gripping his weapon trembling violently. Li Yuanying smiled faintly: "Isn't all of this what you, the Great Tang, did to protect us?"

"And the little girl you just protected is the granddaughter of the current emperor."

"She is the eldest son's half-sister of the Crown Prince."

"In the future, she might even be the emperor's biological sister, born of the same father and mother."

Li Yuanying's words gnawed at Wang Boze's heart like the fangs of a venomous snake. His hand holding the crossbow trembled, not from fear, but from struggle and hatred. It was the determination to do anything for his daughter and the resentment at why his family had fallen to such a state.

Driven by this hatred, he also developed a sliver of madness and murderous intent towards Li Zhiwei, who was painting over there.

Li Zhiwei pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.

She lives in this era.

She herself had been abandoned by her father, had once been reduced to living in a ghost market, and had almost been killed.

But she didn't know how to appease Wang Boze. Any apology would be ineffective. Li Zhiwei exhaled, but suddenly changed her mind. She originally wanted to draw what she was best at, the young Taoist.

Now, however, a new idea has emerged, and the pen has taken a turn.

Butterflies fluttered around her, their wings scattering a light golden dust that appeared extremely beautiful. However, beneath this exquisite beauty lay a chilling murderous intent.

Li Zhiwei knew that even a single butterfly could kill her instantly.

It is also known that Li Yuanying agreed to the contest because of two reasons: the dignity of the royal family, his resentment, awe, and twisted dissatisfaction with Emperor Taizong; and most importantly, Li Yuanying felt that he had enough power and that everything was under his control.

Li Zhiwei's temples were damp with fine beads of sweat.

The girl put pen to paper, and the ink spread out like a fire spreading.

Zheng!
The swords clashed, creating ripples.

The young Taoist priest in the dark blue robe and the cold-blooded divine general exchanged moves again, their sword energy bursting forth and tearing apart the surrounding air. At this moment, Zhou Yan was using his fifth-grade true body technique to fight against the fourth-grade Golden Heavenly King.

Zhou Yan's martial arts were passed down exclusively by the Master of War, while the Golden Heavenly King's skills have a thousand-year foundation.

Both sides possess innate Geng metal killing energy, making them the best at breaking magic.

Ordinary spells would be torn apart by this innate Geng metal energy, so their battle would turn into a contest centered on martial arts and magical treasures, but the difference between the two realms was enormous.

As the ancient sword in Jin Tianwang's hand slashed down, Zhou Yan dispersed into the wind. However, Jin Tianwang's instincts were extremely strong. He lost his footing with the sword and his Dharma form condensed, but it only formed an arm. He clenched his fist and suddenly punched forward, faintly reaching the realm of martial arts where skill is effortless.

King Jin roared, "Come out!"

The gentle breeze that Zhou Yan transformed into was ultimately still himself.

Completely enveloped by the Golden Heavenly King, he was forced to revert to his original form. His spear swung, tearing apart the torrent of the Golden Heavenly King's fist energy. Then, thousands of cold lights converged into one and pierced towards the Golden Heavenly King. The Golden Heavenly King said, "That's right!"

“Zhou Yan, there’s no need to care about that human woman. With your abilities, you could find hundreds or thousands of women if you wanted. All the ways of the world, wealth and glory, are obtained through strength. You can take whatever you want. Why use your status as the strong to protect the weak?”

Thousands of streams of light converged, only to be blocked by the Golden Heavenly King's longsword.

The force of the spear dissipated, and Jin Tianwang's lips curled into a smirk, looking arrogant and disdainful.

Why are you so powerless right now?

"Stop your whining, Lao Jin, aren't you going to deliver the treasure today?"

Zhou Yan and Jin Tianwang fought each other.

Having lost his magic weapon, Zhou Yan was already at a disadvantage, fighting against a fourth-rank opponent with only a fifth-rank weapon. Under this extreme pressure, however, Zhou Yan's eyes became even brighter, and his mind remained extremely calm.

He activated the Enlightened Beast's Eye to its limit, and the Golden Heavenly King's originally lightning-fast movements began to show clear trajectories in his eyes. Even the nodes of the flow of magical power in his body and the prototypes of the changes in supernatural powers gradually became clear, as if he were looking at the lines on his palm.

"I see... The application of the Dharma form by a fourth-rank True Monarch is not about pursuing sheer size, but rather about 'condensation' and 'freedom of will'."

A sudden realization exploded in Zhou Yan's mind.

He's more composed, but in this life-or-death struggle, facing danger, Li Zhiwei and Li Pingyang had no time for careful consideration. Let's do it!

He no longer attempted to fully unleash the devastatingly powerful complete form of the Eight-Armed Seven-Headed Buddha—a trump card he could only use in his prime. Instead, he imitated the Golden Heavenly King, compressing and condensing his magical power to an extreme degree.

"Congeal!"

With a thought, two golden arms, condensed from pure magical power and martial will, instantly emerged from the void behind Zhou Yan. Although they were not his true form, nor were they a powerful divine ability used as a trump card, they were incredibly solid, with clear patterns on them.

There's no need to use your full power and magic to unleash your supernatural abilities.

Instead, they act as they please, deciding how to unleash their supernatural powers and release their power based on the different magical abilities they use.

Jin Tianwang sensed something was wrong and sheathed his sword.

Zhou Yan twisted his spear, locking the sword in place.

With his arms behind his back, he clenched his fists together, and mountain phantoms appeared on the fist imprints. Carrying the power of the mountain god in the blessed land, he slammed down hard, hitting the spine of the Golden Heaven King.

—The Vajra throws at the elephant! Mountains crumble!

This move was entirely in accordance with the tendency of the strange mountain god power that was currently empowering this blessed land. At this moment, Zhou Yan, who was empowered by this divine power, instinctively had the intuition that "the vital point of all mountain gods lies in the lumbar spine".

Gaba --

Beneath the pure force, there was a faint sound like a lumbar spine breaking.

Golden King groaned as he was slammed into the ground.

boom! ! !
A huge crack appeared in the ground, and Jin Tianwang was directly blasted into the ground by this force. The crack spread out, and Zhou Yan gasped for breath, wanting to go back to help Li Zhiwei, but in an instant, he felt a terrifying evil aura coming from behind him.

He suddenly spun around, wielding his spear. The earth cracked open, and the golden, semi-transparent spear, composed of Geng metal evil energy, tore through the earth and pierced towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan used all his magical power.

The magical power exploded, using the [Eight-Armed Seven-Headed Buddha Dharma Form] as a guide, and borrowing the techniques learned from the Golden Heavenly King, it forcibly activated the Dharma Form behind it, and then slashed down at the Geng metal evil energy.

As the two clashed, Zhou Yan could now more clearly sense how troublesome and terrifying the Golden Heavenly King was. If no one was of a higher rank than him, or if no one had a magic weapon specifically designed to counter him, the Golden Heavenly King would be the most difficult opponent to deal with.

He is self-centered, possesses immense strength, employs fierce techniques, and has a steadfast Daoist heart.

This guy, whose trajectory is completely unpredictable, must die here!

Zhou Yan glanced at her, confirming that Li Zhiwei was safe, and then a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

You son of a bitch, the number one troublemaker in the world!

Die to me!
Even the Golden King was filled with trepidation.

Zhou Yan was clearly only at the fifth rank, and even that fifth rank seemed somewhat illusory, but when the battle started, the terrifying and domineering power he possessed was even stronger than his fourth rank!
Moreover, he actually learned his skills during the fierce battle!
During the clash, the power emanating from that spear was overwhelming and domineering.

The Golden King's tiger's mouth was throbbing with pain.

The King of Gold's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

This scoundrel must be killed here!

While these two, who were once the True Lords of the Five Sacred Mountains at their peak, were locked in a fierce battle outside, Li Zhiwei and Li Yuanying were also competing in painting. One was a scholar, the other a warrior; one was still, the other active, like yin and yang. Yet, the gradually tense atmosphere was remarkably consistent.

"I have finished drawing it, my dear niece, you can take your time."

Li Yuanying wrote with a calm and understated style.

Li Zhiwei deliberately slowed down his brushstrokes, and only when Li Yuanying seemed a little impatient did he put down his brush and smile, saying, "Uncle Gao, please."

"I just don't know how to judge which is better or worse?"

Li Yuanying laughed heartily: "What painters depict are nothing more than the emotions of all things, lively and vivid, with grass growing and birds flying. One glance is enough to tell whether someone has won or lost. As painters, you and I can tell at a glance, can't we?"

With a flick of his finger, the screen he had painted turned around, revealing only a few butterflies, lively and agile, as if about to fly off the screen. With just a few strokes, the butterflies seemed to reflect a myriad of beautiful scenes, all the beautiful sights of the world were contained within.

The interplay of movement and stillness, the use of blank space and subtle nuances, has reached its pinnacle.

Indeed, he is a master of his field.

Li Pingyang was Li Bai's daughter, so she had a good eye for evaluation.

I felt a little worried.

Li Yuanying was clearly very satisfied with his painting and casually asked, "Then, Zhiwei, how is your painting?"

Li Zhiwei also displayed her painting. Li Yuanying, who was drinking tea, suddenly froze, a hint of anger appearing on his face. Li Pingyang was surprised, then smiled gently.

The painting depicts the scenery of Langzhong, showcasing the unique features of Langzhong's pavilions. However, the entire Langzhong is shrouded in a layer of mist. Within the mist, one can see the appearance of ordinary people, some lying down, some sitting, with peaceful expressions, but without any trace of life. Coupled with the monsters in the mist, it looks like a hell of a hundred ghosts!

Li Pingyang couldn't help but admire it.

I already knew that Li Zhiwei was a disciple of Wu Daozi, the master painter.

Wu Daozi was skilled at painting Zhong Kui with ten fingers and understood the hundred aspects of hell. Li Zhiwei has shown all the skills of his master, but his brushstrokes and techniques are not yet refined enough. Although Li Yuanying is not as good as Wu Daozi, he is still the founder of a school of painters. His pure skills are superior to Li Zhiwei's.

However, this painting depicts all of Li Zhiwei's experiences.

Their sorrow, their pity, for so many people, whose very existence is filled with suffering.

Wang Boze stared blankly at the painting, looking at the little girl lying there, with men and women crying beside her, and suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart.

Li Zhiwei bowed respectfully, her voice gentle, but her words were like sharp swords: "The painting by my great-niece is of Langzhong, the Langzhong controlled by my great-uncle Gao..."

Li Yuanying whispered a rebuke: "You!"

Li Zhiwei took half a step forward, ignoring the golden butterfly magic that was almost touching his cheek, and said loudly, "What I have painted is the world and all things, what I have seen. Please, Uncle Gao, give your evaluation."

Li Yuanying lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the painting. Many rough strokes made him want to laugh, but the emotions contained within were like a vast ocean. He looked at his own painting, magnificent, perfect, and empty.

The girl pointed at herself with one finger. She was exhausted from painting such a picture, her hands were trembling slightly, and there were faint, rapid breaths. Her phoenix eyes were fixed on her, and fear was hidden deep inside.

Li Yuanying could easily say that he had won.

Li Yuanying could easily say that there were countless mistakes in the brushstrokes and countless flaws in this painting of a hundred figures, but when he looked at the painting, he finally sighed, broke his brush, and threw it on the ground.

His pride, the only thing that could sustain him, the pride that shone in those phoenix eyes, wouldn't allow him to lie in this field.

No matter what kind of person you are, there will always be a place where you can be sincere.

"You won."

Li Yuanying answered in this way.

Li Pingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the butterfly suddenly fell, turning into a stream of light and landing on Li Zhiwei. It directly swept the Imperial Seal of the State from the girl's waist and flew over. Li Yuanying held the seal with one hand, his eyes showing a trace of apology and determination.

"But now—"

"We have to follow the Li family's rules."

(End of this chapter)