The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 80 [Thailand]! (810)

The incense offerings and fortunes of countless households were all twisted into a knot.

The imperial edict in Zhou Yan's dream instantly glowed, and bursts of light surged out, containing the sounds of Chang'an households washing clothes, cooking smoke, children, old men, and soldiers, which then impacted the figure of the Qingming Fangzhu.

Even the Master of the Azure Netherworld, having endured the backlash of this human destiny, was instantly frozen in place, and Zhou Yan immediately realized the opportunity.

He clenched his fists.

Shen Cangming had left him with a murderous aura that transformed into a horizontal sword. With the sword in hand, Zhou Yan charged toward the Qingming Fangzhu. The clouds behind him condensed, as if they had transformed into Shen Cangming, who was covered in mountain-patterned armor when they first met.

Zhou Yan was in front, followed by Shen Cangming's illusory malevolent aura.

Reality, illusion, a sudden act of striking with a knife.

The sword that materialized in the dream pierced the abdomen of the Azure Netherworld Master in an instant. The beautiful woman and the spirited young man seemed to be very close to each other, their breaths almost touching.

However, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, only thinking about piercing the knife formed from the evil energy in his hand deeper into the stomach of the Qingming Fangzhu, who seemed to be recovering from the impact of the incense's fortune.

It was merely a divine will.

Is it really that terrifying?
Zhou Yan's head was numb, but at this critical moment, a ruthless spirit that was willing to risk everything surged up from his nature. He suddenly unfolded the jade book and took half a step forward, slashing horizontally with his long sword.

The divine incarnation of the Azure Netherworld Master, which was controlled by incense offerings, was severed.

It turned into a wisp of air.

Then, it was directly swallowed by the jade book!

Moreover, this time, the jade book flipped through the pages rapidly, reaching a very early section, and then began to condense ink-wash patterns. This signified that the divine power contained in the Azure Netherworld Master's divine will was about to be transferred into Zhou Yan's jade book.

This means the risk has yielded a sufficiently large reward.

At this point, however, the rate at which the marks appeared on the jade scroll gradually slowed down.

………………

Qingming Market.

The Lord of the Azure Netherworld was taking a nap when the Weaver Girl came to visit. Since they were both great demons, after meeting, they first engaged in passionate lovemaking. Only after they were both relaxed did they chat about some things.

The weaver gently kissed the workshop owner's neck.

Suddenly, the Master of Qingming felt something was wrong. He noticed that one of the soul imprints he had left behind had begun to tremble, and he frowned slightly.

The weaver smiled and said, "Master, what could be more important than our good time together?" Her eyes were filled with affection, and she seemed somewhat confused by love as she said, "Next time we meet, we may have to fight again."

The master of Qingmingfang had cold eyes. He pushed the weaver away, stood up, put on his robe, and said:
"It's Black Wind."

The fragment of her soul, created using the technique of "Dividing the Soul and Drawing Shadows," seemed to be completely destroyed. The Master of Qingming Workshop suddenly sneered and said, "Good technique, good technique. Since Gan Bao of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, no one has dared to touch my soul."

With a flick of her sleeve, ripples spread out.

Sensing the location of that divine soul, and feeling that the other party seemed to intend to devour his divine soul, and even intend to consume the origin carried by the divine soul as well, Qingming Fangzhu said, "Good appetite."

"I don't know if you can handle it."

Long, slender fingers, pulling backward.

Across an unknown distance, he began to stir his own soul.

Zhou Yan saw that the words on the jade book began to glow, and even the words that appeared began to dissipate and detach, transforming into the divine will of the Azure Netherworld Master.

The jade scroll can absorb, seal, and suppress monsters.

However, this process has been cut short and slowed down.

It's because the Master of the Azure Netherworld was not personally killed by Zhou Yan.

This is ultimately just a wisp of countless thoughts, a divine will. When it was in Zhou Yan's soul, it was almost as if Zhou Yan had killed this divine will. But when the true body of the Azure Netherworld Master made contact, this balance was broken.

The Master of the Azure Netherworld is not dead.

Zhou Yan realized this and immediately gritted his teeth.

However, it's not impossible to consume this divine will.

Zhou Yan grabbed the jade book with one hand and pulled it back, gathering the authority of the mountain god in his dream to try to accelerate the completion of the jade book's deduction. However, the pulling force from the Azure Netherworld Master, whose divine will had gathered from outside the dream, was also increasing.

Zhou Yan realized that it was because his strength was too weak to unleash the true power of the Jade Book. As a ninth-rank Xuan official, he was facing a great demon like Qingming Fangzhu, who set the rules.

Insufficient magical power prevents the treasure from unleashing its true potential.

It's like a tug-of-war.

He watched helplessly as the divine will that had been partially swallowed by the jade book was pulled back. He grabbed the jade book with one hand and pulled it toward him, while his other hand held onto the imperial edict. The imperial edict represented the human destiny, and the weight of the jade book itself made Zhou Yan hold on tightly.

They've gotten into a tug-of-war.

We need to work even harder!
As Zhou Yan pondered how to succeed, his mind stirred, his dream world swirled, and with the help of the incense's power and the manifested ring, he sensed Li Zhiwei. He perceived that the girl was lost in thought in the courtyard.

"Li Zhiwei!"

Zhou Yan cried out in his heart.

The girl, who was lazily basking in the autumn sun, heard Zhou Yan's voice. She was startled by the sudden sound, and her hand, which was supporting her chin, slipped and poked her eye. The pain made her eyes turn red.

"Zhou Yan?"

"it's me."

Li Zhiwei was wary and asked, "It's you?"

"So how much money did you say you wanted to lend me?"

Zhou Yan said, "Huh?"

Even while tug-of-war with the protagonist of Qingmingfang, Zhou Yan was almost momentarily distracted by the girl's quirky ideas, and replied, "Didn't you say you were going to lend me money?" The girl's eyes crinkled with laughter, and she rubbed her eyes, saying, "Ah, it really is you! I was worried it might be some Xuan official from Chang'an City. What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhou Yan wanted to explain, but it was too late.

Even though the Qingming Pavilion Master was some distance away, he still controlled his divine will with greater strength than Zhou. His identity as a mountain god was strongly bound to Li Zhiwei. With a single thought, Li Zhiwei's vision seemed to blur.

The general situation was conveyed to Li Zhiwei through afterimages.

Zhou Yan briefed her on the message, only telling her that a powerful demon's soul had entered her dream space, and that she was currently struggling against this uninvited guest and lacked support.

Li Zhiwei had extensive experience in escaping.

She immediately realized Zhou Yan's predicament and jumped up, wanting to help him. However, she was a painter with a weak spirit and almost no martial arts skills. She paced back and forth, thinking of the 'backup plan' she had left behind but hadn't completed.

The girl gritted her teeth and said, "Zhou Yan."

"what?!"

Zhou Yan has begun to materialize the imperial edict and start to challenge the divine will of the Qingming Fangzhu. He is determined that even if he has to give up a part and only retain half of the divine will of the Qingming Fangzhu, he will not give up.

Li Zhiwei's voice rang out: "Wait for me a hundred breaths!"

"what?"

Zhou Yan gripped the jade book tightly, watching the words gradually emerge on the screen, only to see them fade and dim. In his dream, he materialized Shen Cangming's sword. At this moment, with the sword, he could strike hard and retain half of the divine will.

Zhou Yan said, "Okay!"

Li Zhiwei got up and ran quickly into her room. She ran so fast that her steps seemed to be on the tip of the wind. When she turned the corner, she knocked over several flower beds, which smashed to the ground and shattered with a cracking sound.

Jiang Huaiyin's zither strings almost broke again, startling the raccoon in Consort Cui's arms.

Li Zhiwei arrived at her residence, slammed the door shut, and breathed heavily.

She completely understood Zhou Yan's situation.

Therefore, she also understood how to provide Zhou Yan with greater support. She took out the original portrait of the mountain god. The green mountains were faintly visible, and the young mountain god was slaying demons and monsters, but his face was blurry and had not been painted with eyes.

This is the first version of the mountain god paintings that are now popular in Chang'an.

When Li Zhiwei was painting, he deliberately used the divine will of Qin Qiong (Qin Shubao) to cover up the divine will of the boy. If there really are gods and immortals in the world, then this painting represents a crucial point in the continuation of the incense offerings.

Li Zhiwei was of royal lineage.

She knows a lot of things.

Knowing that at this moment, she should personally dot the eyes, gather the incense smoke that was gradually gathering in Chang'an City, and send it to Zhou Yan to help him, she picked up her brush and looked at the portrait of the young mountain god, but she couldn't put pen to paper.

The pen I'm used to holding feels like it weighs a ton!
A single mistake in adding the finishing touch can have a huge impact.

The girl gazed at the portrait, her teacher's words still ringing in her ears. The old man, a senior scholar and the foremost painter of his time, had once commented that she was very intelligent, but sometimes, she was too intelligent.

They're so smart that they can pick up many drawing techniques quickly.

Therefore, it actually takes us further away from the true meaning of painting techniques.

When you no longer need to consider painting techniques, but simply put pen to paper based on the impulse in your heart, then you can be said to have truly shed the 'craftsmanship' and gained inspiration.

In the past, Li Zhiwei felt that although her teacher's painting skills were unparalleled in the world, even in ancient and modern times, his words were too mysterious and esoteric.

But now, she seems to understand.

As I picked up my pen and looked at the portrait I had drawn, I realized I had envisioned it many times in my mind.

She knows a thousand different brushstrokes, but she can't capture those eyes.

The agreed time is drawing closer.

Nineteen, eighteen...

nineteen.

eight……

Li Zhiwei exhaled, then threw down the pen she had used for ten years. Looking at the portrait, the girl put her finger to her lips and bit down hard with her teeth. The pain made her face contort, and blood flowed out.

She used the blood from her finger to dot the boy's eyes and open them.

Just like in the Qingming Market, when the young swordsman burned all the hungry ghosts with a single fire, the two drops of blood falling seemed to reflect two sparks of injustice in the human world in the depths of his eyes. On this portrait, there seemed to be a bit of divine charm spreading outwards.

Open the eyes, add the finishing touch, and it's perfect!

In the dream of divine will.

Zhou Yan sensed the surging aroma of incense.

With a grab, it seemed to have seized the void in the Qingming Fangzhu's divine will, and suddenly pulled it backward. The knife, full of murderous aura, fell down, severing the connection, and that wisp of the Qingming Fangzhu's divine will was directly swallowed by the jade talisman!

The shimmering light rippled, transforming completely into a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Seal off!

A jade-colored shimmering light began to appear on the jade talisman.

As this divine intent was suppressed, Zhou Yan felt a violent tremor throughout the entire dream space. Layers of clouds spread out in all directions, as if the dream authority from the mountain god could not bear the jade talisman absorbed by the jade book.

Ultimately, it was supported by the spirit of humanity and good fortune.

Only then was the entire dream space spared the possibility of collapse.

Finally, the words appeared.

say--

【Thai】!
(End of this chapter)