Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The crowd in front of the train station gradually grew busier, and the announcements about ticket checks over the loudspeaker, mixed with the sound of suitcase wheels rolling, conveyed both the warmth and the haste of parting.

"Su Wan, are you sure you don't need us to go with you?"

Lu Yu stared at the girl carrying the drawing board in front of him and asked the question for the third time, his tone full of unease.

Su Wan gently shook her head, a gentle yet firm smile on her lips: "It's just going to participate in the art exam for a few days, not going to war. Besides, Chen Mo has already made all the arrangements for me. The place I'm staying is only a ten-minute walk from the exam venue, which is very convenient."

Chen Mo adjusted his glasses and took a tablet computer out of his bag: "This is the data I've compiled over the past few days. It includes an analysis of the entrance exam questions from the Yenching Academy of Fine Arts over the past ten years, the scoring trends, and the aesthetic preferences of this year's examiners. I've also built a predictive model..."

Zhao Lei stared wide-eyed at him: "Chen Mo, are you treating the art exam like a research project?"

As he spoke, he handed Su Wan a bulging backpack. "Here, I specially went to the supermarket to buy this: beef jerky, chocolate, nuts, and a bunch of snacks. Replenish your energy before the exam, so you don't go hungry."

Su Wan took the backpack and felt a weight in her hand, but her heart was filled with warmth.

Lu Yu took out a small jade bottle from his pocket, its surface gleaming with a warm luster: "This is a 'Mind-Calming Pill' that I recently refined using the Hundred Herbs Cauldron. Before going to the examination hall, put one under your tongue, and it will clear your mind."

Su Wan took the jade bottle, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against Lu Yu's hand, and both of them paused slightly. She nodded gently and carefully put the jade bottle into her inner pocket.

The station announcement came on, and ticket checking began for the high-speed train bound for Yanjing.

Before entering the passage, she looked back and saw the three boys still standing there waving at her. The morning sunlight pierced through the mist, gilding their silhouettes with a golden edge.

The high-speed train sped along, the scenery outside the window rushing past. Su Wan opened the jade bottle, took out a calming pill, and held it under her tongue. The cool sensation instantly spread, and the fatigue and tension from days of exam preparation quietly dissipated, leaving her feeling refreshed.

She opened the tablet Chen Mo had prepared. The data analysis on the screen was clearly organized, and even the pen strokes favored by the examiners were clearly marked, which made her feel more confident.

It was already afternoon when she arrived in Yanjing. Following Chen Mo's planned route, she quickly found the hotel she had booked. After putting down her luggage, Su Wan decided to first go to the examination venue to familiarize herself with the environment.

The Yenching Academy of Fine Arts was even more magnificent than she had imagined.

The sculptures and art installations on campus exude a century-old charm, and even the streetlights are ingeniously designed.

She followed the signs to the front of the art studio building, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a strange energy fluctuation rushed towards her.

It was neither an ethereal evil nor the spiritual power of a guardian of truth, but a pure and profound artistic spirit, as if the countless creative souls accumulated in this academy had condensed into a unique energy field.

Her spiritual path operated spontaneously, and her consciousness seemed to sink into a vast river of art.

She "heard" the rustling sound of paintbrushes gliding across canvases in the ancient studio, and "saw" the spiritual imprints left by countless artistic pioneers. Their dedication to beauty and truth flowed into her heart through spiritual power, giving her goosebumps all over her body.

Just as Su Wan was getting familiar with the examination venue, a phone rang urgently in Zhao Lei's villa in Zhongzhou City.

Zhao Lei had just seen Su Wan off and returned home. He was lazily lying on the sofa playing games when he suddenly sat up straight when he saw the caller ID—it was the number he hadn't contacted in a long time.

"Hello, Mom?" he answered the phone, his tone uncertain.

"Leilei, have you eaten?" The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was unusually gentle, which made Zhao Lei feel a little uncomfortable. Usually, his parents' phone calls were always just a few words, nothing more than routine greetings like "Do you have enough money?" and "Listen to your teacher."

"I ate, I ate. I just dropped my classmate off at the station and had a bowl of noodles on the roadside on my way back." Zhao Lei tried to keep his tone light.

His mother's next question surprised him even more. She not only asked him about his studies in detail, but also specifically inquired about his physical education grades and physical condition: "You've always been stronger than other kids since you were little. Have you grown taller now? Has your PE teacher said you're a good candidate for sports?" Her voice held an indescribable expectation.

"Mom, why are you suddenly asking this?" Zhao Lei couldn't help but ask.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then it was the father's voice: "Your mother and I are going back to China next month. We heard you've been... unusually strong lately? Your PE teacher even called to praise you?"

Zhao Lei was stunned. He did excel in physical education class, but that was always the case; he had never seen his parents so concerned before.

"Well... I'm alright, I'm a bit better at running and jumping than my classmates," he replied vaguely.

"Good! Good! Good health is more important than anything else!" The father's voice was slightly excited. "When we get back, we'll introduce you to someone. We won't talk about this now; focus on your studies, and we'll discuss it in detail when we return."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Lei stood there stunned for a long time, holding his phone. His parents' unusual enthusiasm and concern for his health made him feel a little strange, but mostly he felt a joy at being valued.

His parents have always been busy with their business since he was a child, and this is the first time they have cared about him so much.

The next morning, the area outside the Yenching Academy of Fine Arts examination hall was already packed with people. Parents peered out from behind the cordon, while the examinees, clutching their drawing boards and paint boxes, wore expressions of tension and anticipation.

Su Wan stood in the crowd, took a deep breath, and quietly put both the Mind-Clearing Pill and the Heart-Calming Pill under her tongue. The cool sensation spread instantly, and the surrounding noise seemed to be shut out. Her mind became exceptionally clear.

Inside the examination room, hundreds of easels were neatly arranged, creating a solemn atmosphere.

When the exam question was announced—the word "Sailing" appeared on the big screen—Su Wan heard a collective gasp and whispers around her. The question seemed simple, but the difficulty lay in writing a deeper meaning that went beyond the surface.

Su Wan closed her eyes for a moment, and the medicinal effects of the pill quietly merged with her spiritual power.

She remembered her friends waving goodbye in front of the train station, the look in Lu Yu's eyes when he handed her the pills, Chen Mo's dense data analysis, and Zhao Lei's simple smile when he stuffed a backpack into her hands.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: a reluctance to part ways, but also a firm resolve to move forward together.

She picked up her brush, dipped it in paint, and began to sketch on the canvas. Gradually, she stopped thinking about technique and composition, becoming completely immersed in the creation process. The energy of the spiritual path flowed spontaneously, merging with her artistic inspiration.

She picked up her brush, dipped it in paint, and the moment the brush tip touched the canvas, the spiritual path flowed spontaneously, weaving a web with artistic inspiration. She no longer deliberately pondered techniques and composition, completely immersing herself in the creation process.

On the drawing paper, the harbor before dawn is shimmering with light. Three boys stand on the dock, their eyes following a girl carrying a backpack. At the horizon, the first rays of dawn pierce the darkness, while beneath the surface, shadows swirl and surge, like the supernatural world they inhabit, where danger and hope coexist.

During the painting process, she felt as if her consciousness had merged with the canvas, and every stroke of color under her brush contained life. When she painted the shadows beneath the sea, the brush spontaneously adjusted the color combinations, presenting a texture and light and shadow effect she had never imagined.

"Time's up!" The examiner's voice brought Su Wan back to reality.

She put down her paintbrush and realized that her back was soaked with sweat. The painting in front of her shocked her; it far exceeded her usual level, and the emotions and power contained in the painting almost burst out of the canvas.

In the grading room, several examiners lingered in front of Su Wan's work for a long time, whispering among themselves.

The white-haired professor pushed up his reading glasses, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the drawing paper, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This painting is very interesting." His voice wasn't loud, but it filled the entire room. "The technique is skillful, and what's even more remarkable is that it possesses a quality that transcends technique... a spirituality."

Su Wan stood outside the examination hall, facing the Beijing sun.

She was unaware that her painting had already amazed the examiners. All she knew was that at this moment, she was not only fighting for the art exam, but also painting a "setoff" for her fellow students and those who persevered in their daily lives.