novelraw Chapter 643 - 420: Opportunity and Waiting (Part 2)
Chapter 643 - 420: Opportunity and Waiting (Part 2)
In the midst of conversation, this Confucian cultivator entered a state of focus, using his finger as a brush to passionately write on the paper, exuding the spirit of a scholarly gentleman.
Wang Zhifan, however, was left speechless by the actions of these individuals, momentarily unable to understand their line of thinking.
On one hand, he couldn’t comprehend why these people would fully believe the prophecy about the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber breaking through to super-innate without any skepticism after hearing the master say it.
On the other hand, he didn’t think it was time to conclude everything just yet.
Because in the distant plains, there were still many Buddhist disciples and chivalrous heroes responding to the news, fighting against the demons. The battle was far from over! Yet the three monks of the Buddhist Sect seemed uninterested in managing it further!
Originally, Wang Zhifan didn’t want to interfere in others’ matters, but upon recalling that his task in this scenario was to help the Calamity Realm defeat the demons and repel the invasion, he had to speak up to remind the three monks:
"Masters, do you need my assistance in dealing with the remaining remnants of the Demon Realm?"
He spoke rather tactfully, ostensibly offering help, but in reality, he was telling them that they shouldn’t just ponder life here while their disciples were still engaged in a bloody battle!
However, Wang Zhifan’s reminder did not awaken the three Buddhist monks from their special state. Instead, they turned to him knowingly and smiled, saying:
"The revered martial lord need not worry. The remaining demons can be handled by our disciples. This battle is a rare training opportunity, and excessive protection would hinder their growth."
From their words, it was clear that they weren’t suddenly oblivious to the current situation but intentionally left the remaining issues to their disciples to achieve practical training results.
"I see; it seems I’ve been foolish."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhifan had to admit that the three monks’ decision was rather reasonable, realizing that he hadn’t adjusted his mindset accordingly.
Because this world is a typical extraordinary world, where sheer numbers don’t always equate to strength. It was indeed necessary for the three monks to apply pressure, allowing their disciples to experience sifting and growth.
If this were a world where individual strength wasn’t emphasized, this kind of leader abandoning their subordinates to danger would undoubtedly be criminal.
But this world is different; the existence of numerous disciples is largely to produce experts, and sufficient combat training is very necessary, even if it means some might lose their lives in the process.
Furthermore, based on Wang Zhifan’s current observations, the situation on the plains was heavily favoring the human side. Those Demon Generals or ordinary demons had lost their previous ferocity after two of the Demon Venerables died, and one went missing; most were already thinking of fleeing.
If the Buddhist disciples couldn’t handle this level of enemy and required the help of a few experts, then indeed, they weren’t worth cultivating further. They might as well return home, leave the monkhood, and settle down.
Thus, after a brief exchange, Wang Zhifan found himself with nothing to do.
The three Buddhist monks stated that they wanted their disciples to undergo training, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to rashly intervene against the surrounding demons. But with two Demon Venerables dead and another in a mysterious illusion realm battling with the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, he had no choice but to find a place to idly wait if he decided not to leave.
"I might as well wait... That master said the Dragon Saber should emerge within half an hour, and as long as his prophecy isn’t too off, I can afford the wait... Plus, I’m keen to see what the True Form of the Cyan Dragon really is."
After a brief thought, Wang Zhifan decided to stay here, allowing himself some rest after the great battle.
Feeling slightly bored, he chose to observe Qingfeng, who was passionately painting.
This person currently displayed the elegance of a Confucian scholar; he held himself upright, young and dashing, a long rectangular scroll in one hand while his other hand traced majestic outlines on the paper. His gaze would focus intently on the paper at times, occasionally lifting to peer at the mysterious illusion realm ahead, and sometimes surveying the surrounding scenery, appearing extremely earnest and focused.
When Wang Zhifan quietly approached from behind, he discovered that Qingfeng was indeed painting, and his skills seemed quite exceptional. Apart from the black-and-white color scheme, the realism transcended his understanding of ink painting.
He was currently painting the surrounding scene: the desolate plains, an obscure and mysterious illusion realm, with five powerful presences eagerly watching, and the two grim corpses of Demon Venerables set as a backdrop, exuding a somber and ruthless atmosphere.
Wang Zhifan’s image was rather prominent, not only isolated in one spot but also depicted walking slowly from the direction of the Demon Venerables’ bodies, with the sheathed saber in his hand faintly emitting demonic qi, clearly indicating that the two Demon Venerable corpses were his doing.
"My goodness... This guy may not be good at naming, but his painting skills are top-notch; both in form and spirit, they’re flawless... And this was all done casually with his finger, imagine what he could accomplish with proper brushes and ink... But the painting isn’t quite complete yet..."
After quietly admiring it for a few moments from behind, Wang Zhifan had to admit that Qingfeng, whom he initially regarded with some bemusement, indeed had remarkable skills, certainly possessing the caliber of an ink painting master.
Of course, the painting had its unfinished parts; the depiction of the illusion realm was still blurry, deliberately leaving blank spaces. The immense void above the illusion realm, which the five entities were all gazing at, clearly required more content to complete it.
"Revered martial lord, does this humble scholar’s painting meet your approval?"
Seeing Wang Zhifan admiring his work, having completed most of it, Qingfeng turned and asked, his tone tinged with pride.
"Quite impressive indeed! Your painting skills are extraordinary; I am truly in awe!"
Wang Zhifan immediately nodded in response.
But suddenly, he felt like giving this young man a small dimensional shock, so he added:
"Seeing your divine brushwork, I’m also feeling eager to try; may I, perhaps, borrow some paper?"
"Oh? Then this humble scholar looks forward to it!"
Qingfeng’s interest was piqued; he eyed the mysterious Wang Zhifan with some curiosity, handing over a new scroll of rectangular white paper. It was difficult for him to believe that a formidable martial artist, acknowledged by the master, was also adept at the art of painting.
For it was widely known that different practitioners excelled in different areas: Confucians often delved into the arts like music and calligraphy, Taoists were generally skilled in alchemy talisman papers, and Buddhist monks often studied vegetarian cuisine.
Unlike the three major paths, martial practitioners, who often hailed from common backgrounds, held no uniform interests or preferences.
"Please allow me some time."
Accepting the white paper, Wang Zhifan didn’t intend to deceive; he truly didn’t know how to paint but planned to take a shortcut.
He put on a thoughtful expression, musing about what to draw, while his other hand discreetly retrieved a special item from his backpack’s space—a Mage’s Power Box.
"Memory Capturing Skill... If I remember correctly, there it is... Slot it into the spell slots... Choose the illusion realm as the capture area..."
Having prepared to cheat, Wang Zhifan quickly adjusted the box and then returned it to its place, after which he extended a single finger to mimic drawing; this performance was crucial.
Meanwhile, as Qingfeng watched curiously, wondering what on earth Wang Zhifan was up to, the illusion realm underwent sudden dramatic changes!
First, the complex and multilayered illusion shimmered violently! Certain parts of the illusion visibly crumbled rapidly! Others severely distorted like expanding soap bubbles!
Next, an ancient, majestic, and overpowering aura emerged from within the illusion, becoming increasingly intense and blinding, captivating those outside the illusion!
"True Form of the Cyan Dragon! It truly is the True Form of the Cyan Dragon!"
In an instant, the three Buddhist monks closest to the illusion realm exclaimed in shock, finally witnessing the scene they’ve been awaiting.