The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

"enough!"

Zhao Ming was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and the halberd in his hand was trembling, causing the ground beneath it to crack.

At that moment, he resembled an enraged wild beast.

Qiu Hao met his gaze without any fear.

He looked around to make sure no one else was there.

He stretched out his hand, and a memory bead appeared in his palm.

The image clearly showed a young man lying on a bed with a terrified expression, while several unconscious girls lay on the bed beside him.

A moment later, the image flashed.

Another elegantly dressed noblewoman, all smiles, took the storage bag from someone's hand.

Upon seeing this object, Zhao Ming's face turned pale, and he deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Two days...two days, and those two people will be sent to the Qiu family head's residence."

"Very well, officials have it tough too. Two days it is. I hope Commander Zhao won't disappoint me."

After saying this, Qiu Hao turned and left with his men. At this moment, one end of Zhao Ming's halberd had already sunk deep into the ground, and a sigh was heard after a moment.

..........

Inside the city of Sanyan, in a secluded room, Qin Yangjun and the masked girl stared at each other.

To be honest, he was surprised that someone could keep up with Qingyuanyan's speed.

And that bead she just threw out, although I can't recognize what it is, it can still disrupt the divine sense of a peak Void Realm expert.

That thing is at least grade seven or higher.

Only the four major sects and certain reclusive clans possess the resources to develop such things.

So, who exactly is this girl in front of us?

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Artist?

Qin Yangjun stared at the girl, while also pondering her identity.

The girl opposite him had a calm and expressionless gaze, but her heart was...

Why is he staring at me?

"So, even if I bring a stranger back to my place, they'll find it abrupt, won't they?"

"But he helped me..."

"No, why is he helping me? Does he know me? I clearly concealed my presence."

"By the way, he is a disciple of the Yuqian Sect. Could you take me to the Yuqian Sect so that I can meet Qin Yangjun and complete the elder's task?"

"But Sanyan City is also under the control of the Yuqian Sect. How can we explain such a big commotion to the Yuqian Sect today?"

The two stared at each other for a long time, and in the end, the girl won.

Qin Yangjun hadn't expected that she could stare at him for so long without any fear, which eventually made him a little shy.

He glanced away, his gaze landing on the table by the window.

On the wooden table, Qin Yangjun saw a painting.

He was instantly drawn to it and walked over.

The girl didn't move, just stared at him quietly.

"Him! Him! Him! What's going on? He saw my painting!"

"Ugh! How embarrassing!"

"He'll probably laugh at me too..."

"Sigh...it's so beautiful."

Qin Yangjun picked up the painting.

If you look closely, this painting is just a bunch of unrelated color blocks.

But if you look at it briefly, you can vaguely see that these color blocks make up a picture.

Beneath the crescent moon, a small house stands atop a high mountain.

A sense of loneliness and desolation emanates from the painting.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

Qin Yangjun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He wasn't an artist in his previous life either.

But for some reason, he fell in love with this painting within a painting the moment he saw it, and inexplicably felt that the painting was amazing.

The masked girl, however, was taken aback.

A hint of shock appeared in his originally cool eyes.

Then Qin Yangjun looked at the masked girl.

Qin Yangjun examined the words on the girl's mask closely. The dark colors hidden among the irregular patches of color seemed to form a crying face.

This immediately confirmed Qin Yangjun's suspicion that the girl in front of him was the artist of the painting.

"Did you draw this?"

The masked girl didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

The surprise in her eyes gradually faded.

Because she remembered the reactions of the elders in the holy land when they saw her painting.

They also praised their own paintings.

But when asked to say which place was better, they all looked hesitant.

From that time on, she learned a word.

flatter.

The Chaotic God Pearl that I just threw out was no ordinary thing; there are only a handful of forces in the entire Eastern Continent that possess it.

This person must have recognized the Chaotic God Pearl and wanted to curry favor with me.

"Even those highly accomplished cultivators cannot understand their own paintings, so how could the person before me possibly understand me..."

As she thought this, the light in her eyes dimmed considerably.

"I don't know if my feeling is right, but this painting gives me a sense of loneliness and desolation..."

Qin Yangjun looked at the words in his hand and gave his thoughts.

The scenes depicted in paintings generally symbolize the artist's state of mind.

Is this girl in front of me... very lonely?

These words made the girl's body tremble, and her eyes gleamed as she looked at Qin Yangjun.

"Can you tell?"

The girl finally spoke her first words, her clear, cold voice like Huang Ling's, mixed with a strange excitement.

"It seems my feeling was right. But, the colors, the composition, and the face on your mask... how did you manage to mix all those colors?"

To be honest, before seeing this painting, Qin Yangjun thought that the only paintings in this world were ink wash paintings.

"I...was transferred to that...and then...got out."

The girl spoke haltingly, but she seemed unsure how to describe what was on her mind.

Because she did all of this based on her intuition.

The girl talked for a long time but couldn't come up with anything convincing, and then she lowered her head.

"Ugh—what should I do? What should I say? He'll definitely think I'm a weirdo."

Qin Yangjun, however, showed a look of sudden realization and said to the girl:

"Oh—I see. You mean you don't know how to describe it either, right? You just came up with these based on your feelings."

The young girl's body trembled, and she looked at Qin Yangjun, nodding vigorously.

The girl was extremely excited at this moment.

After all these years, finally someone can understand my paintings.

As she became more emotional, a golden spiritual energy emanated from the girl's body.

The Golden Crow Banner in Qin Yangjun's sea of ​​consciousness trembled the moment it came into contact with spiritual energy.

Qin Yangjun's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head.

At this moment, the girl also moved closer to Qin Yangjun. When Qin Yangjun suddenly looked up, the girl thought it was because she was too close.

He quickly took two steps back.

She had finally met someone who understood her, and she didn't want to scare them away.

"you..."

"This woman possesses the body of a celestial being."

Ming suddenly spoke.

Qin Yangjun swallowed the words that were on his throat.

Immortal bodies are a secret for cultivators, and most people are unwilling to reveal them unless absolutely necessary.

If I suddenly reveal it, it might provoke the other party's hostility.

"how..."

The girl looked at Qin Yangjun, whose tone was devoid of any emotion.

I was very anxious...