Goddess Painting

Qin Feng looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his body and gradually became dazed.

The face before him overlapped with that of Su Qinghan, the aloof saintess who had looked down on him like an ant during the day.

Both possess stunning beauty and a cool, aloof demeanor.

However, the woman who had humiliated him looked down at him from the clouds, while the woman in front of him lay beneath him.

An unprecedented desire for conquest and revenge surged into my mind!

"Su Qinghan...the Lin family..."

"You treat me like an ant, trampling on my dignity..."

Qin Feng's eyes turned bloodshot, and his movements became increasingly violent and wild!

"I, Qin Feng, swear! One day, I will become the strongest being in this world!"

"I will trample all of you self-important and arrogant people under my feet! I will let you taste what it's like to be dominated!"

That night, the wind and rain raged.

……

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Lin Wan'er was, after all, a mortal, and having just experienced human relations, she was already exhausted. Like an injured kitten, she curled up in Qin Feng's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her delicate yet tired sleeping face, Qin Feng's anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a touch of pity.

He gently tucked the blanket around Lin Wan'er, his fingers tracing her delicate cheeks.

"Wan'er, although this was not my intention, now that you are my woman, Qin Feng's woman..."

Qin Feng's eyes were firm as he murmured softly:

"I will never let you suffer even the slightest injustice again."

"I know you haven't had an easy time in the Lin family either. From now on, I'll protect you from the storms of life!"

However, just as he was about to go to sleep...

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

"Whoosh!"

A faint light flashed past outside the curtain.

Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted as he lifted the red curtain.

On the table, the once withered and worn-out calligraphy brush suddenly stood up on its own without any warning!

It seemed to be held by an invisible ghostly hand, the pen tip itself saturated with undried tea stains and ink marks, dancing wildly on the red paper spread out on the table!

Swish swish!

The brush moves like dragons and snakes, moving on its own even without wind!

It was so fast that you could only see afterimages!

"What...what's going on?!"

Qin Feng was about to step back when he found himself frozen in place, forced to watch helplessly as the brush continued to draw.

Just a moment.

The pen stopped abruptly, then crashed to the table with a clatter.

On that red paper, a lifelike painting of the Holy Maiden Lingyun was clearly displayed!

In the painting, Su Qinghan is dressed in white, her features as cold as ice.

That haughty demeanor, keeping people at arm's length, was even more convincing than when I met him in person during the day.

It looked as if it would burst through the paper at any moment.

"This is... Saintess Su Qinghan?"

Qin Feng was shocked. This broken pen had actually drawn the saintess on its own?

Before he could react...

Om-!

Suddenly, the scroll burst forth with a dazzling, ink-like brilliance.

In the painting, Su Qinghan's eyes, which were originally only black, actually blinked!

Immediately afterwards, the fairy in the painting curled her lips into a strange and bewitching smile, and a white jade-like arm actually reached out from the painting and grabbed Qin Feng's collar!

"What...?"

The world is spinning!

Before Qin Feng could even scream, he was instantly sucked into that thin piece of red paper!

……

The world in the painting.

A sea of ​​clouds and pavilions formed by ink wash painting.

Qin Feng, still shaken, collapsed to the ground. When he looked up, he saw the figure he both hated and revered.

Su Qinghan.

But it's not Su Qinghan.

She was no longer wearing a cool Taoist robe, but was draped in a layer of red gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, with bare snow-white feet, stepping on dark clouds and mist, slowly walking towards Qin Feng.

The haughtiness and indifference on her face vanished completely.

Instead, there was an extreme allure that could make even the Buddha break his vows.

His eyes were captivating and mesmerizing.

"Master...you've finally arrived."

Su Qinghan parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and sweet, completely devoid of the majesty she had displayed during the day.

She walked up to Qin Feng and knelt down obediently, like a well-behaved kitten, gently rubbing her cheek against the back of Qin Feng's hand.

"This servant, Su Qinghan, has been waiting for you for quite some time..."

Qin Feng was completely dumbfounded.

This...this is the aloof and powerful Holy Maiden of the Qingyun Sect?!

Is this the icy goddess who decided his fate with a single word?!

"What did you call me?" Qin Feng asked in a trembling voice.

"Master..."

In the painting, Su Qinghan raises her head, her beautiful eyes glazed over, and her slender fingers gently trace Qin Feng's chest, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Here, I am merely my master's painting slave. Whatever my master wants to do to me... is fine with me..."

boom!

The flames that Qin Feng had just ignited in reality were reignited when he faced this "culprit," and they were even more intense than before!

He was just venting his anger by treating Wan'er as if she were Su Qinghan.

And now, the real "Su Qinghan" is kneeling in front of him!

Who cares where this is?

Who cares if it's true or false?

Qin Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed the slender waist of the arrogant Holy Maiden. The skin was soft and smooth to the touch, so real it was outrageous!

……

at the same time.

The core forbidden area of ​​the Qingyun Sect, the Holy Maiden Palace.

On a cultivation platform made of ancient ice, Su Qinghan, who was in seclusion cultivating, suddenly trembled violently.

"Um……"

A low moan, barely suppressed, escaped from her clenched teeth.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and those beautiful eyes, which were usually calm and serene, were now filled with tears of panic and shame.

Large beads of fragrant sweat slid down her slender neck.

Her once pristine skin was now burning hot, flushed with an alluring pink.

A sensation as if she were being roughly embraced and wantonly taken from her body was clearly felt throughout her body!

Su Qinghan gripped the edge of the Xuanbing bed tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"What... what's going on?"

Why do I feel this way?

"Could it be that he has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?!"

In her dazed state, she tried hard to see clearly who the "inner demon" that was blaspheming her in the void was.

In a daze, a blurry figure gradually became clear in her mind.

It was the face of a young man.

The moment Su Qinghan saw that face clearly, her pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in her heart!

"It's...it's him?!"