sbdcsierra Chapter 502 Are you interested in coming to my Wan Gong Fang?
Chapter 502 Are you interested in coming to my Wan Gong Fang?
With ink flowing freely from the tip of the brush, a vast landscape comes to life in an instant.
When Xue Lan made the last stroke, the ink on the brush was already very faint, barely outlining a snowfield in the Northern Region.
The grey-blue mountains on the canvas resemble a giant white wolf, lying quietly behind Bingdeng Academy, in the true far north.
The woman slowly put away her brush, a satisfied smile appearing on her face as she looked at the enormous painting hanging before her.
"I am quite talented in painting."
The inner demon within her consciousness transformed into a gray demonic light and flew out from the woman's heart, unusually offering praise:
"This is no longer just about talent!"
“If you pursue your spiritual path through painting, you will certainly achieve something.”
Upon hearing the inner demon's words, Xue Lan first smirked smugly, then waved her hands repeatedly:
"I wouldn't dare say that. I finally managed to infuse the Space-Time Principle into the Sun-Tracing Mirror and give it to Xue Tong. As for painting, I really have no way to do it!"
The inner demon nodded in agreement.
The reason Xue Lan could give the Dao of Time and Space to Xue Tong was that the Dao of Time and Space could not be too involved with any living beings from the beginning, so Xue Lan could inject it into the medium, the Sun-Tracing Mirror, to sever it.
It can be considered unique in the Yuan and Ming dynasties.
The inner demon raised his hand and poked at the huge painting, then smiled faintly and spoke:
"You're brimming with inspiration here, changing the illusions of those little devils on your own. You're probably going to scare them half to death!"
Xue Lan waved her hand dismissively:
"It's okay, I'm best at comforting kids!"
After speaking, the woman in black lightly waved her wide sleeve, transforming into a wisp of ink that flew into the painting, leaving only the inner demon behind.
"You stay here and watch over the painting to make sure it's alright. I'll be right back!"
The inner demon thought to itself that it shouldn't have come out, because every time it did, it was always because of endless work.
The woman in white stood beside the enormous painting, her icy blue eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, like a cold, white jade statue, completely still!
After a long while, the woman's fingers traced the painting before her once more, her voice cold and ethereal:
"The people in the painting are like events in a dream."
"Success is reality, failure is emptiness..."
Xue Lan transformed himself into a wisp of ink on the giant scroll, effortlessly entering the world within the scroll.
A woman in a light blue cloth dress landed on a small boat, with the slowly flowing blue water beneath her feet and a waterside pavilion with blue-green tiles in front of her.
A little girl wearing a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and with her hair in double buns leaned against the gray-white railing nearby.
"Sister, sister, did the immortals send you to fetch me?"
As Xue Lan's small boat approached, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a gentle smile and a small dimple on one side of her cheek.
Xue Lan patted her cheeks:
"So cute, she must have come for me!"
Xue Lan moored the small boat below the railing and looked up at the little girl:
"I was not sent by an immortal."
The little girl leaning against the railing raised her hand and offered Xue Lan a crystal-clear piece of honey:
"My father's magic surrounds this place; ordinary people can't get through."
The little girl winked playfully:
"I haven't even left the illusion yet, and already immortals want me?"
"Sister, you're so beautiful, are you a disciple of the Jiangyun Sect?"
Xue Lan thought to herself that this was indeed the child she had chosen; he was so clear-headed in the illusion and so pleasant to praise.
The woman popped the honey into her mouth and crunched it in half:
"You want to join the Crimson Cloud Sect?"
The little girl lowered her hand from the railing:
“I am Shui Ling, isn’t I the perfect person to go to Jiang Yun Sect?”
Xue Lan looked the girl up and down:
“The Jiangyun Sect wants gentle, soothing water, not raging waves.”
The little girl's expression changed, and a circle of dark blue light rippled in her round pupils.
The next instant, the calm water behind Xue Lan suddenly exploded, sending a giant wave crashing towards Xue Lan.
Xue Lan smiled softly...
The woman gently pushed off the small boat with her bamboo pole and lightly leaped onto the waterside pavilion, landing beside the little girl.
At the same time, the water wave was instantly enveloped by the cold air, turning into a thick ice wall.
Xue Lan leaned against the railing, imitating the little girl:
"What's your name? Would you be interested in coming to my Wan Gong Fang?"
The little figure beside me had wide-eyed in fright, its deep blue pupils looking somewhat dazed.
"Bai Taolan, senior, are you... from Wan Gong Fang?"
The woman in blue cloth in front of Bai Taolan shook her head slightly:
"I am not a disciple, I am the sect leader!"
"That's right, where did the Wan Gong Fang come from... wait, what did you say you were?"
Xue Lan looked at the little girl with an extremely warm smile:
"I will not change my name or surname. I am Xue Lan, the current owner of Wan Gong Fang."
The little girl in the pink dress glanced at Xue Lan, then slapped her forehead:
"As expected, staying in the illusion for too long will cause problems."
"no!"
Xue Lan grabbed the little girl's shoulders:
"I am Xue Lan, the real deal. I didn't even disguise my appearance."
The little girl crossed her arms and looked at Xue Lan:
“I know that Master Xue only has the cultivation of the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, so he has no way to enter the illusion.”
Xue Lan's smile froze.
Is it impossible to overcome the hurdle of having too low a cultivation level?
Let's change the subject!
The woman's greyish-white eyes were fixed on Bai Taolan:
"Would you like to join my Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop? You possess the power of a vast ocean, enough to wield a giant hammer!"
Bai Taolan looked at Xue Lan:
"No, it's not pretty to swing a sledgehammer!"
"The Wan Gong Fang has just been established, and you'll be one of the first generation of disciples once you enter. You'll be the most prestigious person around!" Xue Lan blinked and smiled somewhat obsequiously.
"The first generation disciple?"
Bai Taolan looked at Xue Lan, a hint of distrust in her eyes:
"really?"
Xue Lan nodded:
"It's true!"
Bai Taolan took out another piece of honey from her purse:
"But swinging a sledgehammer looks so ugly!"
"I can personally forge a magnificent hammer for you!" Xue Lan said with a smile.
"Of course, there's no need to rush. I'll take you to see the other people I've taken a liking to."
“I plan to steal six disciples like you today.”
Bai Taolan looked at Xue Lan:
"steal?"
"You misheard, it's 'receive'!" Xue Lan said, trying to cover for herself without changing her expression.
Bai Taolan looked at the so-called owner of the Wan Gong Fang (Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop) before her, her heart filled with unease. The young girl pursed her lips:
"I will not leave my illusion."
"You don't need to leave!"
Xue Lan smiled gently and waved lightly at the rising mist not far away.
A gentle breeze dispersed the thin mist, and Bai Taolan saw that the distant horizon was no longer a blurry expanse, but rather towering mountains and numerous immortal gates and prefectures.
Xue Lan turned around and looked at the astonished little girl:
"You are all in an illusion right now."