Goddess Painting

The world spun around.

Instead of the usual warm and tender embrace, Qin Feng felt a chilling coldness instantly envelop his entire body, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him in the sweltering heat of summer.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Before me lay a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

The sky was clear and blue, the white clouds drifted lazily by, the grass underfoot was lush and green, and in the distance was a verdant peach orchard. A gentle breeze blew, and the petals fluttered in the air.

However, Qin Feng's hair stood on end in an instant!

Not right.

It's too quiet.

There was no wind, no birdsong, not even the sound of petals falling to the ground.

The whole world was like a frozen, lifeless object, exuding a chilling stillness and deathly aura!

"Squeak—squeak—"

Only a monotonous and dull friction sound came from not far ahead.

Qin Feng looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A woman in white sat on a swing covered in withered vines.

It was the Cloud Spirit Fairy from the mural!

She was truly beautiful, even more so than the woman in the mural, with skin as white as snow and features as exquisite as a painting.

But at this moment, her eyes, which should have been full of spirit, were lifeless and dull, like two murky glass balls embedded in her face.

She swung mechanically on the swing, and with each swing, her lips moved slightly, uttering eerie whispers:

"Why did you have to hurt me...?"

"Why didn't you save me...?"

"Why did you have to hurt me...?"

"Why didn't you save me...?"

The voice was shrill and venomous, echoing in the deathly silent space, making Qin Feng's scalp tingle.

"ghost?!"

Qin Feng subconsciously took half a step back, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The previous characters, Su Qinghan, Li Wanqing, and Hua Muyao, were all real people in reality, and they were also vivid and lifelike in the paintings.

But this patriarch of the Yun family...

Qin Feng suddenly realized what was happening.

Judging from the age of that old man Yunmu, this Fairy Yunling must have lived at least several hundred years ago; her bones must have turned to ash by now!

This time, myself...

Did they drag a centuries-old female ghost into the painting?!

Just as Qin Feng was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Fairy Yunling on the swing seemed to sense the presence of a living person.

Click click click.

Her neck stiffly turned at an odd angle, her deathly gray eyes staring straight at Qin Feng.

"You've come..."

The next moment!

A gust of cold wind swept over me!

The fairy Yunling, who was sitting on the swing, suddenly teleported in front of Qin Feng and wrapped herself around him like an octopus!

icy!

It felt like a piece of ancient ice stuck to my body!

"Why did you have to hurt me?!"

She screamed shrilly, her hands tearing at Qin Feng's clothes with a frenzied yet alluring gesture, but her beautiful face was contorted with rage and resentment.

"Why didn't you save me?!"

"Young master... I'm so cold... please hold me..."

On one side, there were captivating and alluring actions; on the other, there were vengeful questions like those of a vengeful ghost.

This extreme contrast almost killed Qin Feng.

"Stop! Stop!"

Qin Feng froze, gripping her icy hands tightly, not daring to entertain even the slightest improper thoughts.

Dual cultivation with a female ghost?

Do you want to die?!

Who knows if I'll be drained of my yang energy and turned into a dried-up human body?

"I'm here to learn alchemy! Not to play along with your ghost stories!"

Qin Feng roared inwardly, forcing himself to calm down.

He tried to communicate:

"Senior! Senior Yunling! This junior wishes to learn the art of alchemy!"

However, Fairy Yunling seemed not to understand human speech at all, and continued to burrow into his arms regardless, repeating the same two chilling phrases over and over again.

"Damn it! We can't communicate!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and made a firm decision.

Since we can't communicate in the same language, let's use drawings!

With a thought, a magical brush appeared in his hand.

Swish swish!

The brush moves like dragons and snakes!

An ancient and heavy bronze alchemy furnace appeared out of nowhere on the grass!

Following that, one rare and precious medicinal herb after another—

Earth Fire Essence, Fire Spirit Mushroom, Crimson Flame Grass...

Qin Feng drew out all the materials needed to refine the Divine Fire Refining Pill and arranged them neatly next to the furnace.

The instant these things appeared.

Yunling Fairy, who had been frantically pursuing Qin Feng, suddenly stopped moving.

Her cloudy eyes flickered, staring intently at the alchemy furnace.

A certain instinct ingrained in one's bones seemed to have been awakened.

She released Qin Feng and walked towards the alchemy furnace with stiff yet unusually firm movements.

"Why did you have to hurt me...?"

She kept muttering to herself, but her hands moved with effortless grace.

Fire!

Warm up the furnace!

Administer the medication!

In that instant, she seemed no longer to be a female ghost, but a grandmaster who had been immersed in the Dao of Alchemy for hundreds of years!

Every movement was precise to the extreme, without a single superfluous element. The natural rhythm left Qin Feng speechless.

"Is this the skill of a sixth-tier grandmaster?"

Qin Feng held his breath, his eyes fixed intently on her every gesture and every detail of controlling the fire.

"I may not understand the principles, but I can memorize them!"

"Memorize your every move, every tiny tremor!"

"Even if it means following the exact same method, I will still refine this elixir!"

Qin Feng wielded his magic brush once more.

Before him appeared a pill furnace and a set of materials.

He began to imitate.

Fairy Yunling added medicine, and he added medicine as well.

Fairy Yunling formed a hand seal, and he did the same.

however--

"Bang!!"

A muffled thud.

A plume of black smoke billowed from the alchemy furnace in front of Qin Feng, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The oven exploded.

"Damn! Is it that hard?!"

Qin Feng looked at the fragrant aroma of pills emanating from Fairy Yunling's side, while he himself was just a lump of black charcoal, and his mentality began to crumble.

"Again!"

The second time, the oven exploded.

The third attempt at purifying the drug solution failed.

The tenth time, the flame was unstable and turned to ash.

……

"My husband... I can't take it anymore..."

The real world.

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Wan'er, who was already drenched in sweat and unable to move even a finger, with guilt in his eyes.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, please hang in there a little longer..."

"A few more times!"

Qin Feng risked his life to learn how to refine elixirs with divine fire.

Each painting session has limited time, which is simply not enough for him to squander.

then.

Entering the painting.

It was fried dozens of times.

They were kicked out.

I need to "recharge" by talking to Wan'er.

Then it enters the picture again.

Fry it again.

A whole day and night!

Qin Feng appeared in the painting a total of eight times!

Lin Wan'er eventually fell into a deep sleep, cooperating with him entirely on instinct.

Qin Feng experienced at least a thousand failures in the world of the painting!

In reality, the material cost of just one thousand fifth-grade spirit pills would be enough to buy the entire Qingyun Sect!

It was only within the painting that Qin Feng possessed the audacious capital to make endless attempts!

You could even say that with enough practice, even a pig could learn to climb a tree after a thousand hands-on lessons!

Moreover, Qin Feng possesses both fire and wood elemental sacred spiritual roots, giving him an innate affinity for alchemy.

at last.

It appears in the painting for the ninth time.

After countless attempts.

Qin Feng's technique has become exactly the same as Fairy Yunling's, even the curve of her orchid finger is exactly the same!

Complete muscle memory!