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Chapter 73: One Gathering of Gods Contains Five or Six Paths (Third update, please subscribe first, please vote)

This name is not unfamiliar to Li Zhuqiu.

On that rainy night eighteen years ago, Chen Shuijun braved the heavy rain and came to Li's house with the baby in her arms, telling Li Zhuqiu that this was your grandson, and Yinxi named him "Zhi'an".

Li Zhuqiu still remembers the rain that day. It was a sudden downpour, like a galloping horse. In the air filled with water vapor, even Xiuba Mountain could not be seen.

Only heavy rain fell from the sky.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife and the sharp sound of silver needles made Li Zhuqiu, who dreamed of marrying into the Xie family, slumped in his chair and unable to get up for a long time.

Chen Shuijun stood in the rain, using his true energy to cover the extra child, all night long.

The next day, the extra child was crying loudly because of hunger. Chen Shuijun got up and left, and never came to Longmen Street again.

Li Zhuqiu thought that before he died, he would never see the father and son Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian, who annoyed him, again.

But one spring day not long ago, Chen Shuijun came to Xuantianjing and pulled out Huangquefeng.

And now, midsummer has arrived, and Chen Zhian, who came from a shameful background, has also stepped into the Li family's doorstep, and even stood in front of the octagonal pavilion, painting for Li Yinxi.

When Li Zhuqiu thought of this, he felt dizzy and decided to take a deep breath.

He just wanted to stand up, scold Li Yinxi severely, beat the disturbing bastard out, and send him back to Sunan Mansion.

But at this moment, he was not the only one in Hongdouyuan.

Next to him sat Pingye General Chu Xiubai. In a small pavilion not far away, Princess Shang Qiu was leaning her head on her hands, watching the bastard painting carefully.

Chu Xiubai seemed to have noticed his unusual breathing and was giving him a probing look.

So, Li Zhuqiu took a long breath again, then sighed, and said to Li Fushu behind him: "I heard that you wrote a letter to the Zhou family who sell medicine in Sunan Prefecture?"

Li Fushu was slightly stunned.

He thought that only he knew about the letter he wrote.

Li Zhuqiu shook his head and said, "Since you have written the letter and are determined to do something, you should do it better and take care of both the beginning and the end.

I wrote the letter carefully, but in the end I didn't get anything done. It was really disappointing."

Li Fushu immediately lowered his head, his face flushed.

That's a shame.

He was in Xuantianjing, the grandson of the Minister of Revenue and the legitimate son of General Xuanzi. With such a status, he thought he could easily crush an ant far away in Sunan Prefecture.

However, they never expected that this ant not only did not become disabled, but even flew across thousands of miles and came to Xuantianjing, to their Li Mansion.

It would have been fine if his grandfather didn't know, but now he was scolded by his grandfather in person, which made Li Fushu feel ashamed.

Silence, silence.

After more than ten breaths.

Li Fushu lowered his head even deeper and gritted his teeth, saying, "I only knew that Chen Zhian came to Xuantianjing, but I didn't know that Chen Zhian, who was originally a small worker in the Huangmen Painting Garden of Sunan Prefecture, was covered with a layer of gold clothes and transformed into a court painter."

"You underestimated others." Li Zhuqiu shook his head: "Since you wrote the letter and the matter has not been accomplished, you should always keep a close eye on it and not give him a chance.

But you treated him as a bird, thinking he couldn't fly so far, but this insect had two wings and flew to Xuantianjing, bringing disgrace to my Li family."

Li Fushu was breathing heavily and didn't dare to say anything more.

Chu Xiubai, who was standing by, listened to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and looked at Chen Zhian, who was painting, with some curiosity.

He didn't know the ins and outs of it, but he vaguely guessed something. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought that what was happening in front of him was quite interesting, and the young man painting in the distance was even more interesting.

Li Zhuqiu leaned his hands on his knees, staring at the pavilion in the distance, his tone becoming increasingly cold: "Fortunately, he is just a painter, not worth anything. After the sitting court festival is over, he will naturally return to his original position.

Princess Linglong and Princess Shangqiu can't protect him for life, so when the time comes, send him back to Sunan Prefecture."

Finally, he added: "Send it back along the mountain road."

Li Fushu seemed to understand something, his eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly.

Just at this moment, Chen Zhian's painting pen suddenly stopped.

Li Qingran, who was closer to Chen Zhian, stood up suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Xiubai's expression changed slightly, Li Fushu suddenly looked up, and Li Zhuqiu also frowned.

Because they sensed that a gate to the Niwan Palace in Chen Zhian’s head opened wide, and a stream of divine energy suddenly condensed and fell into the Niwan Palace!
The divine energy was golden and bright, thick and solid. Once it was condensed, it was as if it had been cultivated for a year or half.

“I never knew that this young painter named Chen Zhian was so talented that he actually cultivated his divine essence… I guess painting can help him nourish his Niwan Palace and condense his divine essence.”

Chu Xiubai pretended not to notice anything and spoke softly.

Li Zhuqiu was even more annoyed. He closed his eyes and stopped looking. He just said, "A person of eighteen or nineteen years old at the Divine Aura realm is naturally a rare talent in other states, but for the big families in Xuan Tianjing, he is just a good one.

Fushu, how old are you and what is your cultivation level?"

Li Fushu replied: "In five months, Fushu will be twenty-one."

Li Zhuqiu then asked Chu Xiubai, "When my nephew was eighteen or nineteen years old, what was his cultivation level?"

Chu Xiubai smiled and said, "When I was eighteen, I had already become a rough jade, a state where the rough jade is the bone."

Li Zhuqiu nodded lightly and exhaled, seeming to be somewhat relieved, but the gloom on his face became even heavier: "Fushu is not even 21 years old yet, he is already a perfect unpolished jade.

When practicing Taoism, one's progress becomes slow once one reaches the realm of divine essence, and one does not know how long it takes to reach each realm.

He... has just entered the realm of divine essence, and cannot be said to have any talent..."

As soon as Li Zhuqiu finished speaking, Chu Xiubai seemed to realize something, and Li Fushu's eyes changed again.

Li Qingran was stunned. Old Lady Li, who was standing by, saw her granddaughter misbehaving in front of the princess repeatedly and could not help but scold her in a low voice, "Qingran, what are you doing?"

Li Qingran murmured, "Grandma, Chen Zhian is going to... condense the second divine essence."

"The second divine essence?" Princess Shang Qiu looked at Chen Zhian, and even she felt that Chen Zhian's aura seemed to have changed a lot.

"The second divine essence!"

Chu Xiubai also spoke at this moment.

His spiritual energy was flowing, and he could clearly sense that a second spiritual energy had condensed in Chen Zhian's Niwan Palace.

There was no time for the crowd to even speak.

A third divine energy condensed and emerged!

Li Fushu looked unhappy, and he suddenly remembered the letter Chen Zhian had written to him.

Chen Zhian wanted to chop off his hand.

When Li Fushu first read the letter, he thought it was quite ridiculous.

It's like a stray dog roaring at a sleeping lion. But now looking at it again...

"The fourth divine essence."

Even Chu Xiubai couldn't help but stop smiling and said seriously, "How strange! Where did this painter named Chen Zhian come from? How could he have such talent?"

"The fourth one doesn't seem to be the limit." At this time, Chen Zhian landed again and complemented Li Yinxi's eyebrows.

The painting was thus completed.

Chen Zhian looked up at Li Yinxi, who immediately burst into tears.

Chen Zhian said nothing and turned the easel around.

Li Yinxi looked carefully and saw herself in the painting wearing a warm and soft moon robe, just like the moonlight shining on the snow-capped mountains, with a cold light in her eyes.

The collision of many colors in this painting made Li Yinxi feel that the painting seemed to contain unimaginable hope.

So she even felt that herself in the painting was lifelike, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Even though that smile was vague, like ripples caused by the breeze blowing across the lake, it was gentle and graceful.

But his eyes were extremely stubborn, and filled with...deep hope.

hope?

Li Yinxi raised her head and looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian saluted, and successively condensed the fifth and sixth divine essences, then saluted Li Yinxi in front of many people's incredulous gazes.

"Mother, just wait a little longer."

Li Yinxi cried with joy.

Mother?

Princess Shang Qiu opened her mouth.

When Old Lady Li heard this name, she felt a splitting headache.

Chu Xiubai's eyes were deep, and it was unknown what he was thinking. He just grinned and said, "This painter Chen Zhian seems to have some evil talent... He achieved divine essence at the age of eighteen or nineteen, and has condensed six divine essences in succession. He is only one step away from perfect divine essence!"

Li Zhuqiu and Li Fushu fell into complete silence.

After a few breaths, Li Zhuqiu stood up, waved his sleeves and left, saying to Li Fushu, "See you off."

He didn't even bother to greet the princess and left immediately.

Chen Zhian didn't want to stay any longer. The figure in white in his mind had completely overlapped with the woman in white in front of him.

The tears in her eyes made Chen Zhian feel quite upset.

Seventeen or eighteen years was a long time since they had been apart, and he didn't know what to say, so he just said, "Just wait a while."

Princess Shang Qiu had realized something. She stood up, pretending to be ignorant, looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late today, and the dark clouds are gathering. I'm afraid it's going to rain. I think we should wait another day to paint Old Lady Li's painting."

Old Madam Li had her head lowered, but she nodded in response.

Princess Shang Qiu glanced at Chen Zhian and walked out of Hongdouyuan first.

Chen Zhian turned around again and saluted Li Yinxi, unable to bear to watch any longer.

"Zhi'an, please wait a moment." Li Yinxi's voice suddenly came, followed by hurried footsteps. Soon Li Qingran came with a package in his hand and handed it to Chen Zhi'an.

Chen Zhian knew that this was given to him by his mother, so he took it carefully.

Even though it took some time, when Chen Zhian walked out of the ceremonial gate of Li Mansion, he saw Princess Shang Qiu leaving in a sedan chair.

It was obvious that even the easy-going princess was angry because Chen Zhian had inexplicably plotted against her.

Chen Zhian walked alone on Longmen Street, his mind full of thoughts.

Princess Shang Qiu was easy-going. She never blamed him on the spot. Besides, she seemed to have a very good relationship with her mother, so she thought she would not embarrass herself.

"If I see Princess Shang Qiu again in the future, I will sincerely apologize to her."

"Chen Zhian!" Just as Chen Zhian's thoughts flashed, he suddenly heard a loud shout.

Chen Zhian looked and saw the young man behind the elegantly dressed old man standing at the street corner and looking at him from afar.

Today's sunset was magnificent, but after dusk, clouds suddenly gathered and some raindrops began to fall, landing on Chen Zhian.

"Are you Li Fushu?" Chen Zhian asked curiously.

Li Fushu nodded: "You once wrote me a letter saying that you would cut off my hand for writing the letter."

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "So you want to block me here on Longmen Street to ensure that I can't cut off your hand in the future?"

"You overestimate yourself." Li Fushu said softly, "Chen Zhian, do you think you can sit back and relax just because you are in the court and have the title of a court painter?"

As soon as Li Fushu finished speaking, true energy suddenly flowed through his body.

"What is an aristocratic family? It means having the right to speak. Ordinary people often cannot speak."

"Just like tonight, I had an argument with you, a drunken court painter. I was young and frivolous, and you were drunk and humiliated me too much. In the heat of the moment, I made a big mistake and attacked you. I accidentally cut off your right hand that was used for painting, and broke your Yuanguan."

Li Fushu took a step forward, and then walked towards Chen Zhian step by step.

But his voice trickled down and fell into Chen Zhian's ears: "Because of this, Princess Linglong was angry, so I was imprisoned in the Dali Temple for three to five days to reflect on myself. Then many ministers pleaded with the emperor for mercy. The Dali Temple official will find out after a careful investigation that it was you who fought with me and I just won.

Many ladies and young ladies from wealthy families would also go to Princess Linglong and Princess Shangqiu to plead for mercy.

After another three or five days, Princess Linglong and Princess Shangqiu will think that I have changed my impulsive nature, and they will notify the Dali Temple to release me."

"In fact, even if Princess Shangqiu is still not satisfied, it doesn't matter. As long as Princess Linglong nods, according to the rules, you will naturally become the impulsive young painter who drinks and makes trouble, and becomes rampant when he succeeds."

"This is the privilege of the family. You, an outsider, are not allowed to speak. In this huge city of Xuantianjing, who would offend my Li Mansion for you? Besides, I didn't even kill you. I just cut off your right hand that you use to paint, and just abolished your entire body's cultivation."

Li Fushu walked over, and Chen Zhian discovered that there were several large mansions on Longmen Street.

When the doormen and guards outside the door saw Li Fushu gathering his true energy and walking towards Chen Zhian, they all turned their heads away and did not look at what was happening on the long street.

Chen Zhian couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

"I knew you were coming to Xuantianjing." Li Fushu walked closer and closer, very slowly, as if he was enjoying the moment. "If you didn't come to Longmen Street today, I would wait patiently for you for a while, giving you time to cut off my right hand that was writing the letter."

"But you don't know the difference between life and death. You just want to do something unnecessary." Li Fushu suddenly remembered the lesson his grandfather taught him in Hongdou Courtyard just now, and his eyes became even gloomier.

Chen Zhian suddenly laughed after hearing this. He stood still and said, "Could it be that you were frightened by my breakthrough? So you wanted to strike early, lest you give me the chance and really chop off your hand?"

"You don't know your own limitations." Li Fushu said coldly, "Do you know how long it takes to go from divine essence to unpolished jade and then to innateness? Even if you are more evil, I will give you another year and you still can't catch up with me.

On the path of cultivation, each level is higher than the previous one, each stage is more difficult than the previous one, and having more years can be considered an advantage.

Chen Zhian, I give you a year, and you can't catch up with me. I cut off your hand tonight and destroy your cultivation, and you will be even more unable to catch up with me. The result... is nothing more than this."

(End of this chapter)