The villain also has spring 2

Chapter 2.10 One's conduct remains unchanged, one's name and surname remain the same.

Throughout the entire process, Princess's strategist Li Huixin held the Ruyi Jewel in her hands, replacing the Demon-Revealing Mirror, to complete the model matching.

As the captain of the second wave-breaking team, the courtesan Yuko from Gobancho, once told her team members, a key plot element was that capturing all the female demons they encountered into the Demon-Revealing Mirror and activating the stellar vortex was the key to this wave-breaking mission.

The adventure in the world of murals still follows this key plot element.

Visible to the naked eye, a gigantic anemone, accompanied by shimmering light, spun and closed its petals, eventually transforming into a bud about to bloom. Or rather, it resembled a giant silver egg.

Although no one knows exactly what happened, everyone knows that the once invincible Northern Fortress Demon has been subdued.

Upstairs, people cried out in despair, some even weeping with joy, while others, though their lives were spared, embraced and wept bitterly. The sight was truly pitiful.

"Congratulations." Su Wuniang, the owner of Changlefang, was sincerely convinced and went on stage to admit defeat.

"Fifth Sister, what will become of Changlefang in the future?" Gu Xianniang, the master of Huitian Pavilion, steadily ascended the stage.

"I'm willing to accept my defeat. I will naturally join the Huitian Pavilion." How could Su Wuniang, the owner of Changlefang, go back on her word?

“Very good.” Gu Xianniang, the master of Huitian Pavilion, was immediately relieved: “Beibao should move to Wangyun Cliff along with the Twelve Flower Pavilions and join the Demon Hunting Sect.”

"Whatever you prefer," said Su Wuniang, the owner of Changlefang, without any objection.

"Where is that demonic pen?" Princess's strategist, Li Huixin, stepped forward, holding a pearl.

Since that demonic brush that hung high atop the grand pavilion last appeared out of thin air, it moved without wind and flew into a bubbling pot of soup. It disassembled the "Scorpion Demon" into its five facial features, revealing her entire physical form hidden in the "Beauty Portrait" in the "Book of Life and Death," and then used this to reconstruct her body before disappearing.

"The Demon Brush was originally created and destroyed by this brothel itself." Su Wuniang, the owner of Changlefang, naturally spoke frankly: "It was not held by Xiao Cui."

"Could it be that the 'Five-Colored Divine Brush' also has two branches, Yin and Yang?" Wu Chen asked, relaying the question through Princess Li Huixin's strategist.

"I have only heard that the judge's pen divides yin and yang." Su Wuniang, the owner of Changlefang, has already told the truth.

"The Judge's Pen?" The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. The Judge's Pen is wielded by the four judges of the underworld. Along with the Book of Life and Death, it is one of the two great magical artifacts of the underworld, used to ensure the fairness of the six realms of reincarnation and prevent evil spirits from escaping. The four judges of the underworld are: Wei Zheng of the Rewards Department, Zhong Kui of the Punishments Department, Lu Zhidao of the Investigation Department, and Cui Jue of the Underworld Law Department.

If what Su Wuniang said is true, and the demon pen is the pen of the Yin-Yang Judge, then a question arises.

Of the four judges, who lost their judge's pen?

Whoever it is, it means that the world of mural painting may be far more dangerous than Wu Chen thought.

Considering the dragon bones and skull of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, and the demon-subduing bowl also left behind in the realm, who killed him?

Thinking deeper, the Black Mountain Demon, who was made into a memorial archway and a mountain gate along the way, and the Bull Demon King and Pigsy, who were made into guiding lanterns...

This journey to defrost the waves was truly a long and arduous one, fraught with peril.

Just as Wu Chen was having wild thoughts about using the Demon Hunter Sect's "informant" as a cover.

The group of figures standing in the center of the skull platform slowly receded into the distance, the scene suddenly shifting away from the mural. The old monk with the bald brush was meticulously painting the silver flower bud standing beside them. This should be the final frame. The latest chapter in the mural's story. "Ahem—" A soft cough sounded from behind.

The bald-headed old monk, without turning his head, said, "Ah, what brings you here, female benefactor?"

"I seek a way to resolve the sorrows of my life," the visitor replied softly.

"This humble monk's worn-out brush can indeed alleviate your lifelong sorrows, benefactor. However, 'everything has a cause, and every cause has an effect.' Once you enter the painted wall, humans and demons will both perish. Now you are neither human nor ghost, and one day you will become a 'painted wall demon' who is neither human nor demon. Trapped in the painted wall, you may never find liberation in this life. So, benefactor, do you still wish to enter the painted wall?"

"Since 'the Purple Star descended from the heavens, and the Three Realms were thrown into chaos,' the prison city was filled with starving mayflies. They killed and ate each other, and husbands and wives turned against each other. It was truly a tragic sight." The newcomer was not in a hurry to escape into the painted wall: "If the Three Realms are in such chaos, how can the painted wall be a paradise?"

“What the female benefactor says is true.” The bald-headed old monk continued writing steadily and diligently. He had experienced similar conversations countless times before.

"What a brilliant stroke of the pen!" the visitor exclaimed. "As the saying goes, 'It's easy to draw the skin of a tiger, but hard to draw its bones; it's easy to know a person's face, but hard to know their heart.' The brushstrokes are broken, but the meaning remains connected, brimming with murderous intent. The inner and outer are seamlessly linked, vividly depicting the scene."

Upon hearing this, the bald-headed old monk finally stopped writing: "Female benefactor, what do you mean by this?"

The story goes that the mural was infected with a mutated form, so the old monk with the bald brush dispersed the malevolent energy into smaller parts, distributing them among the inhabitants of the realm. Thus, beings became neither human nor ghost, neither demon nor monster. Because the bald brush was so vivid and expressive, its strokes seemingly connected even when broken, it was imbued with the realm's malevolent energy. However, once the malevolent energy entered the body, burn marks would inevitably appear. To protect themselves, courtesans began practicing martial arts, which became a popular trend in the realm. Thus, the "Flower Pavilion Competition" came into being.

Furthermore, the phrase "vivid and colorful" and "the meaning continues even when the brush stops" refers to the interconnected plot. In this sense, the cycle of cause and effect within the mural world seems to be held in the hands of the old monk with the bald brush. Now that this has been revealed in a single sentence, the old monk with the bald brush has no choice but to inquire about the details.

"I say, the elixir is complete, why is the master hesitating?" The visitor's words revealed a deeper meaning.

"Who are you, female benefactor?" The bald old monk, with his back to the newcomer, slowly straightened up. The bald brush in his hand also came to a stop.

"Who I am is not important." The man changed the subject: "But you, Master, Wei Yangsheng, should I call you 'Stubborn Stone Monk' or 'King of Yin and Yang'?"

It turned out to be the case.

The old monk with the bald brush in front of me is nothing more than a hidden demon disguised as Wei Yangsheng!

From the novel *Painted Skin: The Yin-Yang King*, this being is neither human nor ghost, neither god nor immortal, neither Taoist nor Buddhist. He intercepts souls between the realms of Yin and Yang, preventing their reincarnation, and proclaims himself the "Yin-Yang King"! He later possesses the male protagonist, the failed scholar Wang Shunsheng, and is ultimately killed by the Venerable Taiyi. Unexpectedly, through a series of coincidences, after being imprisoned, he possesses the body of Wei Yangsheng, transforming into a bald-headed old monk!

No wonder the demon painted on the wall in this realm is neither yin nor yang, neither male nor female. It is indeed the ghost realm between the Yin and Yang realms, as described by the Yin-Yang Dharma King!

The mysteries hidden in the world of painted skin can all be solved simply by looking at the two words "painted skin" and "yin and yang" in "Painted Skin: The Yin-Yang King"!

Therefore, it seems that Li Xiaocui, the Illusionary Princess, was also bewitched by him. Her elaborate schemes to refine the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill were ultimately a ploy to benefit others. In short, the "Yin-Yang Dharma King," disguised as a bald-headed old monk, sent all the martial arts practitioners and demons who escaped from the prison, indiscriminately, into the Painted Wall Realm. This wasn't out of compassion or to save all living beings; rather, it was a medley of elements, used to refine everything into an immortal pill!
Isn't it?

If we consider the mural, which forms its own world, as a vessel for subduing demons, then aren't the visitors who escape into the prison within that world all excellent materials for alchemy?

"How laughable is that Li Xiaocui, who thought the *Spider Flower Manual* was a wordless heavenly book, a gift from the heavens. Little did she know it was you who, with your 'Yin-Yang Judge's Brush,' meticulously depicted it stroke by stroke on the wall (the old monk with the worn-out brush wrote the manual outside the wall, as if it were a wordless heavenly book automatically generating text)." The newcomer effortlessly revealed the secret behind it all: "Just as my merits were about to be fulfilled, the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, along with Li Xiaocui, was unexpectedly sealed within the precious lotus. Therefore, I can only bide my time and wait for the right moment. May I ask, Master, is this true?"

"Who exactly are you?" The old monk with the bald brush had a wicked look in his eyes, his previous kind and benevolent face no longer showing any sign of saving all living beings!

"Of course." The visitor clasped his hands in greeting and replied, "'Eternal vitality, a thousand peaks stand tall, bathed in the cold sunlight.' I am your grandmother, I will never change my name or surname. I am Bai Jingjing from White Tiger Ridge."