The Immortal's Gift

This was the first time Gao Yunyi had ever received a gift from an ancient person in this world.

It feels very strange.

Well,

Unlike the offerings and sacrifices of ordinary people, which are filled with reverence and purpose, these were simply a heartfelt gift, which made him feel very unfamiliar with them.

But he also has his own principles.

That is, he doesn't like others owing him, and he dislikes owing others even more.

The same goes for gifts.

Do you have any paper?

Gao Yunyi asked.

Xiao Zhaohuang was slightly taken aback.

What does the Immortal need paper for?

The Immortal would always say and do inexplicable things, leaving her completely baffled.

"Would plain satin be acceptable?"

This is her boudoir, filled only with needlework and silk fabrics, but no writing brush, ink, paper, or inkstone.

"Alright."

Gao Yunyi looked at the white satin in front of Xiao Zhaohuang and nodded slightly.

Then,

Xiao Zhaohuang then gracefully rose and brought over an embroidery frame, on which a white satin cloth was laid.

"Click--"

What was that sound?

A sudden cracking sound startled Xiao Zhaohuang. After looking around, she realized that there was no one else in the boudoir besides her and the Immortal.

"Don't move, the filming isn't finished yet."

Gao Yunyi voice.

Xiao Zhaohuang moved too quickly, causing the photos he took to be somewhat blurry.

"Um."

Although he didn't understand what the sound was, Xiao Zhaohuang understood the Immortal's meaning, so he sat down properly on the stool.

The Immortal is watching her.

I've been watching her.

Under those deep and bright eyes, Xiao Zhaohuang felt as if he were naked, overwhelmed with shyness.

And so the blush that had finally faded returned to her cheeks.

Click--

It was that sudden sound again, without source or direction, as if it came from the void, carrying a cold and merciless tone.

This time, however, Xiao Zhaohuang did not make any rash moves.

Very well-behaved.

Very obedient.

"Alright, Perfect. I didn't expect my photography skills to still be this good."

Xiao Zhaohuang had been blushing and tense, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed to hear the Immortal's praise.

But when I looked up...

But they discovered that the Immortal didn't seem to be praising them; instead, he was talking to himself in a corner.

But that place was just walls and air; there was nothing there at all.

Is my appearance really inferior to even a wisp of air?

The Immortals ' mysterious and unpredictable nature, as well as their bizarre and eccentric behavior, once again refreshed Xiao Zhaohuang's understanding.

"This is probably what we should do next."

Gao Yunyi muttered something to himself again, then gently waved his hand, and a seven-colored light immediately appeared in the boudoir.

"What a nice view."

Seeing the colorful seven-colored light dancing before his eyes, Xiao Zhaohuang's phoenix eyes immediately widened.

No one in the world can ignore beautiful things.

Even the Eldest Princess, who enjoyed all the riches and honors, was no exception.

Seven-colored rays of light flew towards the plain satin on the embroidery frame like fireflies, and then different colors and outlines gradually appeared on the originally pure white satin.

It's as if there's a painter who doesn't exist, holding a paintbrush that doesn't exist, painting on a piece of white satin on an embroidery frame.

Xiao Zhaohuang's eyes first showed confusion, then shock, then awe, until finally he was completely stunned.

Those two glossy lips never closed again from beginning to end.

The seven-colored light appeared quickly and disappeared even faster.

After the light that filled the attic faded,

A portrait then appeared on the pure white satin.

A lifelike portrait that perfectly captures the likeness and spirit of the subject.

"Is this me?"

Looking at the portrait of himself on the plain satin,

Xiao Zhaohuang seemed to be in a daze, unable to believe his eyes.

This is not a painting.

This is looking in a mirror; this is stepping into the canvas.

Those eyebrows, those lips, that black hair, those clothes, and that little cinnabar mole on her delicate nose.

Every detail is clearly visible; they are exactly the same.

This is not painting.

This is Immortal using magic to absorb her soul into this Zhang Su silk.

Xiao Zhaohuang had heard the legend of the fairy in the painting.

Legend has it that there is Immortal in the painting. When he sees a beautiful woman, he will suck her into the painting, and then they will stay together day and night, and eventually have a son.

Could it be that the Immortals want to--

She is willing.

With eyes full of infatuation Xiao Zhaohuang slowly turned around, wanting to open his heart to the Immortal and pour out his feelings.

But she discovered that the Immortal didn't even notice her.

"Tsk tsk tsk... This angle, this light and shadow, this charm, Perfect, simply Perfect, I really want to keep it as a collector's item."

Gao Yunyi stroked his chin, looking at the photo on the plain satin, his heart filled with pride and joy at his photography skills.

Xiao Zhaohuang: "..."

Was the Immortal praising her?

It feels like the praise isn't directed at her at all.

"Fine, you'll get off easy. I don't like owing people anything, so I'll just keep it for you."

A hint of reluctance flashed in Gao Yunyi's eyes, but in the end, he reluctantly gave it up.

He may not be able to draw, but he can take pictures.

He's known as "Edison Chen of the Immortal Journey".

The fact that the game retained the screenshot function gave him room to maneuver.

As for how to place the photos onto the plain satin...

Just click print.

Isn't that common sense?

Don't you know how?

That's so outdated.

Are you really going to give it to me?

Xiao Zhaohuang stroked the True Person portrait on the plain satin with his fingers, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, take it. Remember to give it to me after you finish embroidering this picture."

Gao Yunyi said nonchalantly.

As I said before,

He doesn't like owing others, nor does he like others owing him.

I've already sent my gift ahead of time, so if I don't receive a gift in return...

Wouldn't I be the one who suffers a loss?

That won't do. Gao Yunyi has never suffered a loss in his life.

"This embroidery was originally intended as a gift for you, Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhaohuang smiled sweetly.

"That's fine then. I'm leaving now. You can continue embroidering your painting."

After saying that,

Gao Yunyi turned and left without looking back.

Still as carefree and unrestrained as ever.

Sigma Man,

He will never stay for a woman.

Watching the Immortal's departing figure, Xiao Zhaohuang sat down slowly with a dejected expression. However, when she turned her gaze to the portrait of herself on the Zhang Su satin, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

This portrait,

This made her happier and more delighted than the Nation-Guarding Divine Sword bestowed upon her by the Immortals.

But as I looked,

Xiao Zhaohuang always felt that something was missing from this portrait.

Then she picked up the silver needle that had pierced her finger again and embroidered four lines of text on the upper right corner of the plain satin.

"Heroes rise and fall with the times; once you enter the Jianghu arts, time flies by."

"Imperial ambitions and great achievements are discussed in jest; nothing beats a life of carefree indulgence."

"Sword in hand, mounted on horseback, unleashing a rain of ghosts; white bones piled high, birds startled into flight."

"Worldly affairs are like the tide, and people are like water; alas, how many return from the Jianghu?"

After looking at the poem on his portrait, Xiao Zhaohuang seemed satisfied, a smile playing on his lips.

Her fingertips then traced the white satin again.

The tenderness and affection in her phoenix eyes were suddenly replaced by ruthlessness and decisiveness.

"I will absolutely not allow anyone to harm you, even if it means bearing eternal infamy, being condemned by all, or even the collapse of the Great Liang Dynasty. I will do it without hesitation, without hesitation."

"A thousand crimes, ten thousand infamys, may they all fall upon me alone."