In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

This is a dignified overlord of soul beasts.

Only a big shot has the confidence to extract its hair to make a brush!

Otherwise, try it with someone else. They'd probably be turned into dog food by now.

Chapter Fifty-Six: A Casual Stroke Creates Heaven and Earth

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lin. This is too expensive; I cannot accept it."

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and politely declined Lin Yan's suggestion.

Honestly, who wouldn't want a calligraphy brush made from the finest hair of an 800,000-year-old soul beast?

Doesn't it have any prestige?

But I can only dream about it.

Ning Fengzhi could not ignore the warning in the eyes of the three Crimson Demon Hounds.

Clearly, agreeing would inevitably create animosity between the two parties.

He vividly remembered Uncle Jian's repeated warnings: This dog is not to be messed with!

We can't afford to offend them.

Indeed. Does the dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School really lack such a broken pen?

However, Ning Fengzhi's acting skills are truly remarkable. He managed to portray a mere dog hair and a broken pen as if he were rejecting a priceless treasure.

Lin Yan smiled slightly, then turned to Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Qing'er... help me..."

He wanted Zhu Zhuqing to help grind the powder, but unexpectedly, Dugu Bo volunteered. "Um, how about I grind it?"

"You?" Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

In his heart, he rejected it.

Do you smell like a girl?

But considering that Dugu Bo had been doing a lot of chores for him lately, like carrying water and chopping wood, and with outsiders present, it wasn't easy to refuse.

"Alright, then it's you."

Lin Yan immediately picked up his pen, and his demeanor changed abruptly.

As everyone else watched, the surrounding scenery faded away, but Lin Yan grew taller and taller.

At this moment, it was as if Lin Yan had become the center of the world, occupying their entire existence!

"Is this...is this a projection of a powerful figure entering our mental world?"

Even Bone Douluo and Poison Douluo, with their soul power of over level ninety, could not withstand it.

Everyone was shocked. Just how powerful must one be to achieve this?

When it comes to control, I doubt anyone can surpass this big shot.

It's important to understand that, apart from their thoughts, their bodies are no longer under their own control, so they can't even speak.

"ink!"

When Lin Yan spoke softly, Dugu Boran immediately came to his senses and realized that he could move again, so he quickly ground the ink.

However, when he was grinding the ink, he noticed something was wrong.

The world seemed to have stopped.

Lin Yan just looked at him sideways.

It made him feel a little uneasy.

"Brother, do you know that when mixing ink, you need to add a small amount of water? And the ratio of water to water determines whether or not your ink will bleed when you write? Your haphazard ink mixing is only suitable for..."

"I was practicing calligraphy today, but I'm not practicing calligraphy today, are you kidding me, bro?"

These words left Dugu Bo dumbfounded. Is grinding really that difficult?

It's not as simple as just adding some water and rubbing it in; why are we being so particular?

It's getting cold...

It's like someone exposing an illiterate person.

He was so ashamed and angry that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Is it really appropriate to say that a titled Douluo is like this?

This is treating a titled Douluo like a human being.

If this were in the world of Soul Masters, it would definitely be considered huge news.

You should know that Poison Douluo is not someone who is easy to talk to.

Although his strength is arguably the weakest among the titled Douluo, that guy is both righteous and evil, and he'll block people's doors and poison them at the slightest provocation, making him definitely one of the most difficult characters to deal with.

Can you believe that Poison Douluo would act like a child who has done something wrong in front of others, not even daring to breathe loudly?

"Qing'er, come here."

As soon as Lin Yan finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing felt that she had regained control of her body.

She gracefully moved to Lin Yan's side, taking Dugu Bo's place.

Her movements were practiced and skillful. Grinding the ingredients was clearly not a first-time task for her.

finally.

Lin Yan began to write.

The world as seen by everyone has changed once again.

This is a world filled with white.

At this moment, Lin Yan also noticed the change; they could only see his back.

Yet it possesses the power to connect heaven and earth.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a streak of pure black ink swept across, dividing the pure white space in two.

Then, light appeared in this space, and the sun and moon appeared.

There are mountains, rivers, and all living things.

Is this a reenactment of the beginning of time?

The crowd was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Although they couldn't immediately grasp its profound meaning, a mysterious and profound understanding lingered in their hearts.

"Sect Leader Ning? Are you satisfied with my painting?"

At this moment, Lin Yan's voice woke everyone up. He had already put down his pen and was scanning the crowd with his hands behind his back.

"Wow, so incredibly amazing!"

Bone Douluo's gaze fell on the scroll. He paused slightly, startled.

He originally wanted to say 'It's that simple,' but then quickly changed his mind for fear of offending the big shot.

In his view, the transformation of a great man must be an extremely magnificent and grand masterpiece.

It can be seen from behind the curtain.

What is that?

A straight black line perfectly divides a sheet of white paper in two.

That's it?

That's just a charade.

Did the master craftsman hide the real scroll?

Although I have my doubts, I have no evidence.

Only Ning Fengzhi looked at it for a long time and exclaimed, "What a masterpiece! Mr. Lin's skill is simply divine."

He genuinely admired him.

Unlike others, Ning Fengzhi felt that his cultivation improved slightly every time he viewed this 'simple drawing'.

It would be wonderful to be able to observe such a divine object in real time.

Unfortunately, that's impossible.

It is extremely precious.

Bone Douluo, standing to the side, secretly admired him. The sect leader really knew how to flatter...

But the next moment, Lin Yan said something that shocked Ning Fengzhi.

"Haha, since Sect Leader Ning likes it, it means that this painting is destined for you, so I will give it to you."

A scholar will die for one who understands him.

Lin Yan realized that Ning Fengzhi genuinely liked his paintings.

We'll see.

This stuff isn't worth much. One painting at a time, you can have as many as you want, right?

Such a valuable painting was given to me... Ning Fengzhi felt dizzy. "Then please, Mr. Lin, bestow a name upon it."

"Let's call it 'Wuji'. It takes the meaning of 'Wuji' as the beginning, from which all things in heaven and earth are derived."

Lin Yan thought for a moment and said.

Painting is all about conveying meaning and atmosphere.

A good name can make it seem more like the real thing, right?

Such an unexpected idea... everyone's eyes lit up.

Ning Fengzhi carefully put the painting away.

Then, he took something out of his spatial soul tool and handed it to Lin Yan.