The next day, the small text beside the painting had grown a little richer: "When Human Emperor Liusu reigned, ten suns rose together. Nine Infants emerged above the fierce waters, drowning the earth and drying up a thousand miles. Liusu slew the Golden Crow in Yang Valley, while Yao Guang captured Nine Infants in the fierce waters... Thus the realm was settled."
"Eh..." A scholar passed by, read it, then furrowed his brow in thought. "Interesting... Are you recounting history, or making up a story?"
Qin Yi merely looked up and smiled. "Believe it, and it exists. Disbelieve it, and it does not."
"...How much for one?"
"Ten coppers."
"A painting with only a few words, and it costs this much... You might as well rob people!"
The scholar flicked his sleeve and left.
Qin Yi lowered his head and continued painting, ignoring him.
Writing a few words a day, with the stories already prepared... Was that laziness? No.
It was cultivation.
After all, he had come from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace. The cultivation methods of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace could always serve as his arts.
It was somewhat akin to the Book Immortal annotating history. Qin Yi was trying to focus his essence, qi, and spirit into these accounts. Every brushstroke was exceedingly slow. Though the text appeared to contain only a few sparse sentences, it had in truth exhausted all his mental strength.
It differed from the Book Immortal's or Senior Sister's methods; it would not give birth to the sort of Book Spirit Senior Sister summoned... Qin Yi himself did not know what might eventually come of it.
To him, it was merely a review of experience, an ordering of what he knew, and a sorting out of his heart.
In these mortal