Goddess Painting

Qin Feng pushed open the rickety wooden door of the courtyard and immediately saw the frail figure sitting at the table.

Hearing the noise, Lin Wan'er suddenly looked up.

Those eyes, which were originally full of worry, lit up like stars the moment they saw Qin Feng, and instantly burst forth with light.

"Wan'er, I'm back."

Qin Feng looked at her, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously softened.

Lin Wan'er quickly stepped forward, grabbed his hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and wrote rapidly in his palm:

[Finished the test? How are you?]

Qin Feng felt a warmth in his heart as he felt the slight coolness and concern emanating from the palm of his hand.

He grasped that soft, boneless little hand in return and smiled:

"Eight strikes, top-grade spiritual root. From now on, I can officially cultivate, and no one will dare to call me a waste anymore."

Lin Wan'er's beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with incredible surprise.

She didn't ask why, nor did she suspect the strangeness behind it; she was simply and wholeheartedly happy for Qin Feng.

She wrote four words heavily in Qin Feng's palm:

Congratulations, my husband!

Looking at her face flushed with excitement, Qin Feng's desire to become stronger grew even stronger.

"Wan'er."

Qin Feng took a deep breath and solemnly said:

"I want to take you to Tian Shu Peak to reopen the Qin family lineage. That place has been abandoned for a long time, and conditions will be very harsh, perhaps even... worse than here. Are you willing to come with me?"

Lin Wan'er didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even have time to think.

She simply looked into Qin Feng's eyes and nodded firmly.

In those watery eyes, there was only the purest trust in the world.

She gently withdrew her hand, turned around and went into the inner room, where she began to silently pack up her few belongings.

……

The next morning.

The couple, carrying simple luggage, stood at the entrance of the small courtyard.

Qin Feng asked:

"Is there anything else you need to bring?"

Lin Wan'er shook her head.

She pointed to the bundle on her shoulder, then to Qin Feng beside her, a gentle smile on her face.

It means: The most important things are all here; as long as there are people, anywhere is home.

As the two walked out of the courtyard, Lin Wan'er glanced back one last time at the enormous "Lin Family" organization, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. Then she resolutely turned around and followed closely beside Qin Feng, showing no further hesitation.

Heading north, the mountain roads are rugged.

When the two finally stood at the foot of Tian Shu Peak, the scene that came into view was even more desolate than Qin Feng had expected.

The once majestic mountain gate is now just a half-remains, covered with withered vines.

The stone steps leading to the mountaintop are covered in moss, and weeds grow in the crevices.

The entire mountain was lifeless, with not a trace of human habitation in sight.

"When my grandfather was here, this peak was the most bustling of the seven main peaks."

Qin Feng gazed at the dilapidated main hall, a hint of nostalgia and sorrow flashing in his eyes:

"Back then, thousands of disciples would practice here every morning, the air filled with the clamor of sword energy..."

Lin Wan'er stood quietly beside him, without saying a word, but gently held his hand.

Qin Feng felt the warmth in her hand, turned to look at her, and a flame rekindled in his eyes:

"I will make this place prosperous again! I promise!"

Lin Wan'er nodded emphatically.

The two crossed the overgrown square and arrived at the row of dilapidated side rooms on the side of the main hall.

Most of the roofs collapsed, doors and windows were destroyed, and some even had half of the walls collapse.

The two checked each room one by one, and finally found a room in a corner with a relatively intact roof, but with some damage to the doors and windows.

After a simple cleaning and settling-in, the house was empty except for a wooden bed with a missing leg propped up by stones, a table covered in scratches, and a chair.

Lin Wan'er put down her bag and began cleaning without complaint.

Qin Feng also helped repair the doors and windows.

By the time I finished all this, it was already dark.

Qin Feng took out a tinderbox and lit the candle that was only half burning on the table.

The dim candlelight flickered, casting long shadows of the two people onto the mottled wall.

"Wan'er."

Qin Feng sat at the table, his tone solemn:

"The sect rules only give me one month to reopen Tian Shu Peak. I need to break through from the fourth level of Body Tempering to the Divine Power Realm within that month, and I also need to recruit disciples and find a Meridian Opening Realm expert to oversee things..."

Each one was incredibly difficult.

Lin Wan'er put down the rag she was holding, walked over, took Qin Feng's hand, and wrote on his palm, stroke by stroke:

【I trust you】

These four simple words were like a warm current, instantly soothing all the anxiety in Qin Feng's heart.

Qin Feng grasped her hand in return and nodded firmly.

Time is of the essence, we can't afford to waste any time!

He took out the sandalwood box from his bosom and took out the magic pen.

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er did not disturb them, but continued to make the bed.

Qin Feng placed the pen on the table, took a deep breath, and began to try to study the secrets of the pen.

Since this thing can help me replicate Su Qinghan's sacred spiritual root, it must have other wonderful uses!

First try.

Qin Feng mobilized the weak but incredibly pure spiritual energy within his body, slowly channeling it into the pen shaft through his fingertips.

however……

Like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The pen didn't react at all; it didn't even produce a glimmer of light.

"Unable to activate?"

Qin Feng frowned: "What happened last time?"

Second attempt.

Qin Feng spread out a piece of slightly yellowed straw paper, dipped it in some water, and tried to draw Su Qinghan's figure on the paper.

lifelike.

Apart from that, there were no unusual phenomena; it was just an ordinary painting.

The third attempt.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, trying to sketch the outline of the proud saintess in his memory, and then infuse this idea into the tip of his pen.

There was still no response.

The fourth attempt was to use spirit ink...

The result was the same.

"What exactly is missing?"

How can I activate this pen?

Qin Feng put down his pen in frustration, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

He recalled that crazy and bizarre night of his wedding.

What exactly triggered it?

anger?

Resentful?

still is……

Qin Feng subconsciously turned his head and looked at Lin Wan'er, who was bending over and tidying up the bedding by the bed.

In the candlelight, her ill-fitting coarse cloth clothes could not hide her exquisite figure.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind, and he remembered the scene after the red curtains fell that night.

That night, he mistook Wan'er for...

A bold, even somewhat absurd and shameless, conjecture suddenly popped into my mind!

Could it be that……

The key to unlocking this pen.

Is it desire?!

Or rather, is it a specific, highly purposeful...behavior?

Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed.

He watched Lin Wan'er's retreating figure, then glanced at the lifeless pen on the table.

give it a try?

……

Red candles flickered, and the silk curtains swayed gently.

Qin Feng pinned Lin Wan'er down, looking at her beautiful and refined face, but at this moment, he forced himself to think of someone else!

Su Qinghan!

That aloof and arrogant saintess!

He imagined that beautiful face with an arrogant and aloof expression, and that fiery, alluring body wrapped in a Taoist robe...

In that very instant!

Om-!

The magic pen on the table suddenly emitted an eerie, ghostly light!

The pen began to tremble violently, as if sensing some kind of summons, and stood up on its own!

Swish swish!

The brush tip, saturated with spiritual ink, danced wildly on the yellow paper Qin Feng had spread out!

Lightning fast!

In just a moment, a burst of dark light flashed!

A familiar suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Qin Feng felt everything go black before his eyes. He was instantly pulled into that bizarre and fantastical world!

……

It's that familiar ink-wash world again.

The sea of ​​clouds churns, and the pavilion stands tall.

As soon as Qin Feng landed, before he could even stand up properly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him!

"Master~"

A soft, penetrating sound exploded in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a warm and fiery body crashed into my arms!

Su Qinghan!

She's still the alluring Su Qinghan from the painting!

She was wearing an almost transparent gauze dress, her arms wrapped around Qin Feng's neck like water snakes, her whole body like a melted piece of candy, clinging tightly to Qin Feng, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Master is so mean... He hasn't come to see me in so long..."

The realistic sensation of flesh pressed tightly against flesh, the burning heat, instantly made Qin Feng's rationality waver.

"They actually got in?!"