Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 290 No, we really can't hold out any longer?
Liang Huashan casually tossed the scroll in front of him, and birds and beasts immediately appeared in the scroll.

These agile animals, all outlined with ink strokes, move lightly among the grass and leap through the mountains, rushing one after another towards the forest that is shimmering with brilliant sunlight.

The moment the ink touched the sunlight, it unexpectedly ignited into a raging fire.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the small animals shrank rapidly, emitting a strange "burnt smell" from their bodies.

They struggled for a moment before collapsing to the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.

Liang Huashan withdrew his hand and stared at the remains of the ink beasts on the ground.

"When I paint, I do not depict muscle texture and internal organs."

A painting is ultimately just a painting, not reality, but after being scorched by the sunlight, the false painting becomes a living, breathing entity.

This illusory realm was even stranger than he had imagined.

"Would you call this slacking off?" A woman dressed in extremely elaborate attire stood beside him, tilting her head and asking curiously.

The long, draped robe resembled the deep robes of the previous dynasty, but the hem was not a skirt; instead, it was a semi-cylindrical shape that reached straight to the ground.

The sleeves are also quite different from the elegant blue and cyan that are popular in Daxing. They are made of black with a pattern of flowers blooming on them, bright and vivid, which is dazzling.

Even with heavy makeup, thick rouge on her cheeks, and deep red tint at the corners of her eyes, the woman's skin didn't appear puffy; instead, it looked as if her skin was naturally radiant and exceptionally dazzling.

Liang Huashan glanced at her, his expression indifferent: "A painting should capture both form and spirit. If you just pile up every single detail, you lose the essence of the painting."

"Ah, I really don't know about this. If you, Master Liang, were to explain it to me in detail when we read it together late at night in the future, I would be overjoyed."

As the woman spoke, her already rosy face seemed to blush even more.

Her stunning beauty would surely captivate any man, yet Liang Huashan's expression remained icy cold.

"One, two, three, stop your rambling nonsense. Did we come here to entertain you?"

Liang Huashan's voice was low and suppressed, causing the woman to bite her cherry lips lightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

However, she obediently shrank into a corner and stopped talking.

But this was only for a moment; the woman quickly perked up and moved closer to Liang Huashan:

"Master Liang, I heard that a very handsome young man visited your residence a while ago. I went to look for him afterward, but he was nowhere to be found. If you happen to meet him again, could you please introduce me to him?"

Liang Huashan finally reached his breaking point:
“He left the capital long ago. How can I introduce you to him? Since you have so much free time, why don’t you think about how to deal with the current difficulties together?”

The woman then fell silent.

Liang Huashan began to massage his temples.

The woman's name was Yi Er San, a rather casual name, and her personality was also quite casual. Many people said that this name was a pseudonym, but they couldn't produce any information about her real name, so they just kept repeating the name.

Her cultivation method was related to love and affection. In her youth, in order to break through to the Star Point, her Qi flowed backward, which damaged her brain. She wanted to fall in love with everyone she met. However, after she became a Star Pointer, her destiny became exceptionally special.

An ordinary person who falls for her beauty and agrees to marry her will likely die the very next day due to some kind of accident. Even someone with high cultivation will be tormented to the point of ecstasy within three days.

Although reaching the Star Point realm allows one to disregard the elements that clash with her destiny, those at the Star Point realm often have their own desires and wants. Someone like Liang Huashan, who has such strong convictions, would naturally not marry her. And even if someone at the Star Point realm has no such convictions, why would they want to be with her?
Is the concubine not alluring enough, or the singer not captivating enough? Why bother getting involved with her?
This time, it just so happened that the two of them met first. In order to deal with the already troublesome calamity, Liang Huashan had no choice but to travel with her for the time being.

However, he soon regretted it.

I'm really not used to it.

Rubbing his temples, Liang Huashan looked once more at the sun-drenched forest before him.

If it weren't for the fact that it was early morning and the distant forest was scorching hot, he probably wouldn't have recognized this place as the site of disaster.

Now that we've discovered it, we have to find a way to resolve this calamity.

There are generally two ways to deal with calamities: one is to confront them head-on with an ever-increasing number of illusory realms, which is simple and brutal but can easily lead to self-destruction; the other is to find the "root cause" of the calamity and destroy it.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Liang Huashan glanced at Yi Er San, who had been engrossed in picking at his fingers, but he also looked up when he heard the sound.

She thought about it carefully:

"Since the problem is with the sunlight, it must be a problem with the light source."

light source.

Liang Huashan looked up and gazed at the sky.

There is a sun hanging in the sky, and the same sun shines both inside and outside the forest.

It seems the problem isn't with the sun.

So, where else can we find light?
Liang Huashan reached into his robes and pulled out a paintbrush, casually sketching a few flying birds.

Just as he was about to toss the bird into the air, the bird in his palm suddenly trembled slightly.

He frowned and looked down.

The newborn birds were struggling violently in my palm.

The birds and beasts newly arrived in the world looked as if they were being scorched by flames, and the fluffy feathers at the tips of their tails already showed scorch marks.

"The calamity is spreading."

"Yes."

The two of them spoke without any change in tone, but they felt the temperature around them suddenly become scorching hot.

Looking around, they saw the forest appear silently around them, and tiny golden rays of light fell on them, emanating a scorching heat.

Liang Huashan snorted coldly. The calamity had already spread this far, and to still be slowly searching for its root cause was really not in Liang Huashan's nature.

In the capital, he was kind and easy to talk to, but when faced with such a pure disaster outside, he actually cowered.

Wouldn't all that cultivation be in vain?
From him as the origin, surging waves of ink suddenly rushed in all directions. Where the ink was imprisoned, all color instantly faded, leaving only monotonous black and white. Even the scorching sunlight was forced back, leaving only a few streaks of falling debris in the air.

Liang Huashan took out his paintbrush and lightly touched the trees beside him. The trees melted away like warm snow, slowly turning into a puddle and disappearing without a trace.

He estimated his speed, looked out over the forest, and felt a slight headache.

At this rate of dissipation, the illusory realm will likely take a long time to resolve.

As Liang Huashan's thoughts drifted to this point, he suddenly felt the intense sunlight erupting overhead. Flames of ink rose at the boundary between black and white, instantly transforming back into a fiery crimson.

The calamity has begun to clash head-on with the illusory realm.

Next comes the contest of raw strength.

Yi Er San did not use the Illusionary Realm. If the two of them used the Illusionary Realm in the same place, they would inevitably interfere with each other. If she wanted to help Liang Huashan, she would have to find another place.

She looked around, trying to find a suitable spot to break out and leave, when she suddenly noticed a group of people approaching from not far away.

In the blink of an eye, everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to the handsome man at the head of the group.

So handsome!

The handsome man's face was like a soft feather, gently brushing against her heartstrings, instantly causing a blush to rise on her originally powdered cheeks.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw a handsome man waving and calling out in their direction:
"Master Liang!"

Liang Huashan turned his head upon hearing the sound, his face showing surprise, and said:
"Young master? You're here too?"

"Master Liang, could you please dismantle the illusory realm?"

Liang Huashan: "?"

I was just about to use this illusionary mirror to fight against the calamity, and you've already made me turn it off?

Looking at Lin Jiang, and then suddenly noticing the small ginseng hidden in his sleeve, Liang Huashan's face twitched slightly. In the end, he sighed and waved his hand casually.

Ink stains drifted away from his body, and the forest regained its verdant green, while the flames still blazed and danced.

Liang Huashan and Yi Er San looked towards Lin Jiang, and saw a familiar old man emerge from behind him, carrying a large bell and placing it horizontally in front of Lin Jiang.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the old man was none other than Prince Zhao Yunxiang.

Why is he here?

"Excuse me, could you two please make way?"

As soon as Lin Jiang finished speaking, the two men, though they didn't understand his meaning, didn't interfere and tacitly stepped aside.

Lin Jiang suddenly inhaled, and a powerful suction force suddenly emerged from the bell mouth!
A fierce storm swept through the forest, and the rootless fire took the lead, instantly converging into the mouth of the bell and disappearing into the belly of the forest river.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny specks of light suddenly changed direction from between the treetops and leaves, surging towards the mouth of the bell like fireflies, and were all swallowed by Lin Jiang.

The two people who saw this were completely stunned.

One, two, and three were alright, since they hadn't met Lin Jiang before and only knew he had some strange methods. But Liang Huashan was different.

He had followed Lin Jiang for a while. Although he knew that Lin Jiang was a highly skilled martial artist and practiced the eating and drinking method, he thought that Lin Jiang's eating and drinking was not so strange back then.

Eating rocks and soil is one thing, but this is a disaster!

You...you, aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache from eating this?!

Lin Jiang's method was extremely effective. In just a short while, a large crack was torn open in the calamity before him. The calamity, which could originally contend with Liang Huashan's illusory realm, was now riddled with holes and in ruins.

But this is not the end.

When the trees in front of him were already in disarray, Lin Jiang immediately changed his method. He exhaled a thick mist from his mouth, which instantly enveloped the surrounding trees.

In the fog, figures could be vaguely seen moving about, and some unfamiliar things flashed by, but these things only lasted for a short while before disappearing.

When Liang Huashan came to his senses, the forest that had inexplicably appeared ahead of him had vanished, leaving only a patch of damp mud on the roadside.

Liang Huashan looked at the muddy ground around him, then at Prince Zhao and Lin Jiang in the distance who had set down the large bell, and laughed heartily, placing his hand on his temple.

Gone?

The calamity he had been dealing with for most of the day just vanished like that?
And it seems to have disappeared so hastily.

Am I dreaming?
……

High on the mountain, the young man who was using the Eye-Seeing Technique suddenly let out a strange cry. He seemed to be frightened by something, fell backward, gasped for breath, and then scrambled to his feet and ran behind him.

Today, guarding the mountaintop was a muscular man, shirtless, who was starting a fire and roasting beef. He was cutting small pieces with a knife to taste them. Seeing his trusted scout so nervous, the man also frowned.
"Why are you so panicked?"

"My lord! The calamity has been averted!"

"Isn't this normal? So many stars have come from the direction of the capital; it would be abnormal if the calamity didn't end."

"No!" The scout wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Someone was blown away by the calamity in a single breath!"

The burly man, who was about to eat the meat, stopped what he was doing.

His brows furrowed:
"what?"

(End of this chapter)