The Painter

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"Damn it... they say tens of thousands of miles, but it's actually several times that! Even Tang Sanzang took ten years to travel 100,000 miles, how long will it take me to walk like this..."

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He traveled thousands of miles in a few days, thinking he had covered a tenth of the distance. However, when he compared the distance with the jade slip mark left by Minghe, he found that he had only moved a little bit away from the location of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, which was less than a tenth of the distance.

Minghe only left a rough mark at the time, not a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles refers to the straight-line distance between the marks.

Tragically, Qin Yi cannot fly.

Riding the wind and soaring through the clouds is clearly a basic sign of the Soaring Cloud Realm, something he, who hasn't even reached the Heart of the Qin Realm, is far from being able to do.

Besides flying through the clouds, there are two other ways to fly that can be used at lower levels. One is flying mounts or Flying Magical Artifact, including Sword Cultivator's sword flight; the other is special escape techniques, such as lightning escape and wind escape. For example, Qingxu could use earth escape, and the woman from the Myriad Phenomena Asura Sect could use Shadow Escape, but these have relatively strict conditions for use.

Qin Yi didn't learn any of the Five Elements Technique Method here. Even if he specifically learned Fire Escape, it wasn't something he could use for everyday travel, let alone escape techniques. Flying Magical Artifact... does that Demon Slaying Sword, which can barely be used once, count?

The consequence of not being able to fly is that you have to climb mountains and cross rivers. The straight-line distance of tens of thousands of miles is actually many times longer.

Qin Yi almost cried.

Liusu Su gloated, "Serves you right for pretending! Just honestly ask Minghe for a Flying Magical Artifact, she couldn't possibly refuse to give it to you. Instead, you asked for her person, hahaha..."

Qin Yi glared angrily. "Isn't it because those damned Koreans can't fly!"

"What, you want to fly with your rod?"

"..."

"You should be hiding and laughing at yourself for having this dead stick," Liusu said disdainfully. "You ignorant fool."

The "dead stick" mentioned here certainly doesn't refer to the Liusu, but rather to the Wolf Tooth Club itself. Qin Yi then said, "Don't say I don't know its value. Even the prestigious Minghe sect hasn't shown any particular interest in this club. I do believe this club is exceptionally powerful, but isn't it hidden far too well?"

"This is what returning to simplicity is all about. Let Minghe's master come; perhaps he can discover something special. Minghe, just forget about it." Liusu didn't want to say more, only saying, "Anyway, if you want to refine this stick, the gap is too huge; it's impossible. Even if you could, I wouldn't let you do it."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"In my current state, broadly speaking, it wouldn't be wrong to call me the spirit of this stick. If I were to truly undergo a soul-forging process with you, then I would truly become your spirit... It would be good enough if I didn't try to possess you, you still want to take me in? Go to sleep."

"Hmm... does that mean I can't choose this staff as my Natal Magic Treasure?"

"We'll see when the time comes. If I reshape my body, then you can refine this stick however you like. Until then, you can only use it as a weapon to smash things."

"Damn, you should have said so earlier."

"If you'd told me earlier, you wouldn't have asked Minghe for the Law Treasure. Your stubborn male pride, hah..."

"..."

Liusu continued, "Anyway, your most pressing need right now is to find a Flying Magical Artifact, or capture a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, by the time you leisurely make your way to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, you'll probably be all grown up..."

Qin Yi missed Ye Ling terribly at this moment...

Walking down the main street of the city, looking at the bustling crowds, Qin Yi felt utterly lost. Where could he find Flying Magical Artifact in this mortal realm?

Minghe once said that Qin Yi's level was already different from that of ordinary people. As long as he stepped into the human world, he would naturally find that there were immortals everywhere.

I hope that's true.

Just like encountering a Transformation Stage Completion Electric Mouse in a small town, to ordinary people, a Humble Origins family is just a Fat Shopkeeper.

Walking into an inn in the city, Qin Yi looked at the skinny innkeeper and suddenly felt a little nostalgic. He thought that a chubby innkeeper was cuter.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

"Give me two jin of liquor, and one of each of our signature dishes."

The waiter looked at Qin Yi with suspicion. Could someone with such a delicate appearance be edible?

Qin Yi for a silver ingot.

They lack everything except gold and silver.

The waiter immediately became obsequious and said, "Please wait a moment, sir, it will be here shortly."

"Wait a minute," Qin Yi asked, "Are there any Daoist Temple temples or Buddhist monasteries nearby, or any unique scenic spots?"

"There are many Daoist Temple temples and Buddhist temples..." the waiter said with a smile. "For example, Pudu Mountain in the East of the City has Hongfa Temple, which is a famous local temple. Even some high-ranking officials of the imperial court have been inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."

Qin Yi paused for a moment, then immediately thought of a game he used to play, "Hey, do people often disappear here? Or do they go to a temple and want to become monks?"

"What nonsense! You must be joking, sir." The waiter laughed. "I went to pray to Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see any indication that I wanted to become a monk. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to support. What kind of monk would I want to become?"

Qin Yi nodded listlessly and didn't ask anything more.

Before long, a table of food and wine was served, and Qin Yi began to devour it in a whirlwind.

From the waiter to the other diners, everyone was stunned. Was this handsome young man a reincarnation of a starving ghost?

God knows he hasn't been eating properly for over two months...

Cultivating immortality, cultivating immortality... that's not a life for a human being...

I've never found such a simple meal to taste so good. Speaking of which, Liusu hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, no wonder it was so incredibly happy when I first gave it the Lingering Soul Grass to absorb—it makes perfect sense!

Just as he was wolfing down his food, he heard laughter from the people around him. "Oh, the Capital's Great Talent is back from sketching again?"

The patrons burst into laughter. "Whose wife did you paint today?"

"Has any young lady fallen for the famous painting of the Capital's Great Talent, her heart fluttering, spending a fortune on the perfect couple for their wedding night? Hahaha..."

Qin Yi, who was still chewing on a chicken leg, couldn't help but turn around to look when he heard this.

But then they saw a young Young Master of about twenty-six or twenty-seven, carrying large rolls of drawing paper in his left hand and a basket in his right hand containing several kinds of paintbrushes, ink and paint.

He wore scholar's robes, somewhat dirty and tattered, with traces of spilled paint. While not exceptionally handsome, he possessed a refined and elegant air, suggesting he came from a wealthy Young Master. He remained unmoved by the crowd's mockery, simply sitting quietly to one side and slowly saying, "Two steamed buns... a pot of water."

The laughter grew louder. "Only two copper coins today? Did you get beaten up for stealing someone's portrait?"

"How can you call it stealing when it's the work of a painter?" Young Master Young Master finally retorted.

Qin Yi was taken aback upon hearing this, then overjoyed. "Do you know how to make Hui Si?"

Young Master was taken aback. "What is that?"

"Four ways to write fennel seeds".

"I don't know, isn't there only one type?"

Qin Yi, feeling bored, sighed and said, "Come, sit here, I'll treat you to dinner."

Young Master looked at him, puzzled. "I don't know you."

Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed to his nose, "Although what I'm doing now is completely unrelated to my major and even has a different style, I am indeed an artist."