Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 119 - The Painter Bai Piao
Dragging Hu Ang's corpse to the lakeside, Hun Tian Ling was about to take the embroidered ball down to absorb its blood essence, but Lin Le grabbed the embroidered ball first.

The Hun Tian Ling turned to look at Lin Le, only to see that Lin Le had aimed the embroidered ball at Hu Ang.

"The soul is back!"

Lin Le activated the embroidered ball, releasing an invisible force that seeped into Hu Ang's body. Then, a shimmering, one-foot-long Angci fish was pulled out.

It struggled desperately, but could not resist the suction of the hydrangea and was constantly pulled into it.

After about ten breaths, it completely disappeared into the hydrangea, and a lifelike catfish appeared on one of the leaves.

"Go ahead." Lin Le tossed the embroidered ball back to the Hun Tian Ling.

The Hun Tian Ling gave a salute and plunged into the water with the embroidered ball in its arms.

Lin Le watched as the Hun Tian Ling entered the water.

As the fish demon that exhausted him, Hu Ang may not have much talent for cultivation, but his talent for combat is extremely outstanding.

Perfect timing! The Embroidered Ball isn't a place for cultivating talent, but a combat genius like Hu Ang is perfect for being a vanguard.

In the future, we will definitely have to face off against the Dongbo Lake navy, so having another naval warfare expert under my command is a good thing.

Then Lin Le turned his head to look in one direction and saw Qing Li riding a small boat towards them.

"Your combat power is truly terrifying; even the spiritual platform phenomenon was activated ahead of schedule," Qingli said, glancing at Hu Ang's corpse.

"That's right." Lin Le accepted the compliment, then asked directly, "Did I just experience a spiritual phenomenon?"

Extraordinary phenomena are something that only Foundation Establishment cultivators should be aware of. The difference between mediocre Foundation Establishment cultivators and geniuses lies in their extraordinary phenomena.

If a strange phenomenon occurs at a city gate, it means that the city gate has been cultivated to its peak and can possess incredible supernatural abilities.

"Yes." Qingli nodded.

"What strange phenomenon?" Lin Le raised an eyebrow, feeling that his recent lapse in judgment was probably related to this phenomenon.

“Da Feng,” Qing Li said.

"Great Phoenix? Dragon Sparrow?" Lin Le raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Qingli nodded. "But I might not have explained it very clearly. Why don't you just take a look at the actual product?"

Lin Ledao: "The actual item, you recorded it?"

Qingli shook her head slightly: "Someone drew it for you."

"The one behind?" Lin Le asked. He was somewhat aware of the small boat following behind, but he found it troublesome and kept his distance.

"Yes." Qingli nodded.

Lin Le jumped onto the small boat: "Let's go take a look."

Soon after, Lin Le saw the white-clad painter on the shore, but the painter seemed to be in a strange state.

Lin Le went ashore, took a closer look, and frowned: "Dead?"

He was not breathing, and his life force was fading away; he looked completely dead.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Le noticed the wound on his wrist.

It is clear that this person committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

As for the reason for the wrist-cutting suicide, Lin Le looked at the paintings next to him; there were three:

The first picture is of the fish demon, and behind him is a fierce-looking phantom with a dragon's head and a phoenix's body.

The second picture is of him violently beating Hu Ang, with phoenix wings protecting him, looking like a ferocious demon.

The third picture shows him pulling Hu Ang's corpse, with an endless sea of ​​blood in front of him as he slowly walks towards it.

All three paintings were predominantly blood red. Lin Le sniffed the air and smelled a strong stench of blood; it seemed the artist used blood as ink. "A Daoist fanatic?" Lin Le muttered to himself, then went to collect the three paintings. After all, they were the artist's heartfelt blood; he couldn't let them go to waste.

Just then, a voice came from behind Lin Le: "Don't touch my painting!"

Lin Le turned his head with a strange look in his eyes and saw that the white painter, who had just been dead, had stood up and was lunging at him with bared teeth and claws.

However, before he could pounce, a layer of golden light automatically emanated from Lin Le's body, repelling him away.

"Oh my, what is that!" the painter exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Le looked the painter up and down: "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? For the sake of the painting, I can help you with that."

"What unfulfilled wish? I'm still alive!" the painter cursed. "You brat, give me back the painting right now."

Did you lose your memories before you died?

Lin Le pointed at the painter Bai and said, "Look behind you."

"Behind me?" The painter turned his head and saw himself lying straight on the ground.

Hmm, I'm dead?
As the confusion dissipated, the painter quickly recalled what had happened: he had become so engrossed in his painting that he had painted himself to death.

He turned to Lin Le and said with a wry smile, "General Weiling, I apologize for what happened earlier."

"It's alright." Lin Le waved his hand. "Go ahead and tell me what your wish is. For the sake of the painting, I can help you with it."

The painter, with a bitter face, said, "Is the Divine General not planning to make me a ghost cultivator?"

"No." Lin Le shook his head. "Even if you were a good person in life, it is highly likely that your eyes will be blinded by evil energy and your personality will change drastically after you turn to ghost cultivation. There are so few good ghost talents in the world. I can't gamble with you on this probability."

"But my wish is to paint, to travel across these millions of mountains and rivers, and to depict all the scenery," said the painter Bai.

Lin Le pondered for a moment, then waved towards the lake. A red ribbon carrying an embroidered ball leaped ashore: "There is another option. Enter my embroidered ball and become my Dao soldier. When you have finished drawing, I will release you and send you to reincarnation."

Those who can become Daoist fanatics must have extraordinary mindsets, and they might come in handy someday, so it wouldn't hurt to take them in.

"Let's become Taoist soldiers!" The painter Bai said after only a moment's hesitation. This was better than actually dying, and being by Lin Le's side, this killing star, would surely allow him to see even more exciting things.

“Name,” Lin Le said.

"My surname is Bai, and my given name is Piao, which means 'elegant and graceful'," Bai Piao said, bowing slightly.

"Freebie, that's a good name." Lin Le said with a strange expression, then raised the embroidered ball and said, "Come in."

"Alright, sir." Bai Piao immediately floated into the embroidered ball, and then a painter holding a paintbrush appeared on one of the leaves of the embroidered ball.

After waiting for a while, Lin Le activated the embroidered ball, and Bai Piao immediately stepped out from it.

His appearance hadn't changed much, except that his clothes had turned red and his body had become a bit more solid, making him look no different from an ordinary person.

"My lord," Bai Piao bowed to Lin Le, his tone more respectful.

'Looks like it'll be imprinted on my mind, oh well.'

Lin Le's thoughts raced slightly, but he nodded and said, "Freebie? Besides being good at drawing, what else can you do?"

"Um, does drawing talismans count?" Bai Piao asked. "I can draw ordinary ninth-grade talismans."

"Being able to draw talismans is pretty good, it just so happens I can't either." Lin Le nodded. "How's it going inside?"

"It's alright. The room furniture can be transformed, but it might be a bit stuffy, since the other two colleagues seem a bit difficult to get along with," Bai Piao said.

"Please bear with me, I'll try my best to let you get out and have some fresh air," Lin Le said.

"Thank you, sir." Bai Piao bowed.

(End of this chapter)