Hu Liena Descends into the World of Tales of Herding Gods!

Hearing Qin Mu's question, Grandpa Deaf gave an arrogant smile.

He clasped his hands behind his back and lifted his chin slightly, putting on the air of an unfathomable grandmaster of painting.

"You little brat, you actually dare doubt this old man's art?"

"This old man's paintings have long since reached the divine and been granted creation itself."

"Go on, activate any one of those rings and see whether it's all show and no substance."

At that, Qin Mu immediately grew interested.

He lifted his little foot and stomped hard on the ground.

Buzz!

The first crimson ring beneath his feet instantly lit up with dazzling, blinding radiance.

Immediately after, the phantom of the White Tiger coiling behind him suddenly opened its eyes!

Roar!

With an earsplitting tiger's roar, the White Tiger raised one enormous claw and swiped through the air at a barren mountain outside Crippled Old Village.

Whoosh!

A glaring white streak of light erupted from the tiger's claw in an instant.

It was a killing light condensed from pure Geng-metal energy.

The white light moved incredibly fast, even grinding out a shrill sonic boom as it tore through the air.

Rumble!

The next second, an earthshaking boom came from outside the village.

Everyone from Douluo followed the Sky Screen's view, and all of them immediately sucked in a cold breath in fright.

That enormous barren mountain, a thousand zhang tall, had actually been split cleanly in half by the White Tiger's claw!

The cut was smooth as a mirror, while shattered rocks and dust filled the sky, instantly blotting out half of it.

The power of that strike was simply exaggerated to the extreme.

Seeing that world-destroying destructive force, the entire Douluo Continent once again fell into deathly silence.

On Shrek Academy's field, Tang San stood with his mouth hanging open, the glow of his Purple Demon Eye dimming straight away.

An empty shell?

A lifeless thing that could only be used as decoration?

One claw had split a thousand-zhang mountain in half, and this damn thing was called a decoration that could only be looked at, not used?!

Even a Titled Douluo's ninth soul skill definitely couldn't achieve something like this!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes rolled back even more, and he only felt his blood roiling in his chest, nearly spurting out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

How was this painting? This was clearly creating a miracle out of thin air!

Not only could it perfectly replicate everything in their Douluo system, its power was even ridiculously great.

At the same time, Qin Mu inside the Sky Screen was also startled by the power of that strike.

"Wow! Grandpa Deaf, this big tiger is way too amazing!"

Qin Mu was so excited that he waved his arms and danced around, his big eyes full of little stars.

"Of course."

Grandpa Deaf stroked his beard and smiled with great satisfaction.

At the same time, outside the Sky Screen, at Shrek Academy, Ma Hongjun's mouth was stretched wide open, drool running down the corner of his lips without him even remembering to wipe it away. His small eyes were round and bulging, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Oscar was even worse. He clutched his own hair, plopped down on the ground, and mumbled something incoherently.

And Yu Xiaogang, standing at the very front, was trembling all over, unable to say a word.

Because the destructive power of that claw just now had truly been too terrifying.

What empty shell? What paper tiger? This damn thing split a thousand-zhang mountain open with one claw, and it was called a decoration only good for looking at???

"It can be painted... and it can really be used..."

"And its power is this great..."

"Heavens, is he a creator? What principle is this based on?"

Yu Xiaogang withdrew his gaze from the Sky Screen, subconsciously swallowed, his face filled with disbelief.

Immediately after, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Tang San by the shoulders, gripping so hard that even Tang San couldn't help frowning.

"Little San!"

"This is a true miracle!"

"Who cares about aptitude? Who cares about innate full soul power?"

"What that old senior from that world is holding isn't a brush at all. It's clearly a divine artifact that governs creation!"

"My Luo Sanpao is a malignant mutant martial soul. I've been trapped at rank twenty-nine my whole life, unable to move an inch. Everyone on Douluo Continent laughs at me for being trash..."

"But as long as this old man can enter those Great Ruins and beg that old senior to casually add a few strokes for me..."

"I can also possess an unparalleled four-born divine beast martial soul!"

"I can also equip countless hundred-thousand-year, even million-year soul rings!"

"When that time comes, who in this world would still dare look down on me, Yu Xiaogang?"

"Who would still dare say this old man is a Grandmaster who can't break through rank thirty!"

By the time he reached this point, he was practically roaring at the top of his lungs on the training field.

After all, this was something he had kept bottled up for decades, and today, he had finally vented it.

Tang San, standing to the side, looked at his teacher, who had fallen into a frenzied state, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

But when he looked at the cowherd boy on the Sky Screen, so excited that he was waving his hands and dancing about, a sour jealousy could not help but rise in his heart.

If he could learn this craft of painting martial souls and painting soul rings...

Then how could the Tang Sect possibly fail to dominate all the heavens and myriad worlds?

At the same time, inside the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, also wore a face full of astonishment. He could hardly believe his own eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul was famous throughout the world, but the greatest pain of every generation of sect masters was that they were limited by the martial soul's flaw. In their entire lives, they could only equip seven soul rings, forever unable to break through to the realm of Titled Douluo.

This was a curse that had pressed down over the entire sect for ten thousand years.

But now, on the Sky Screen, that deaf old man wearing shabby cotton clothing only had to swipe his brush through the air a few times, and he could create nine world-destroying soul rings out of thin air!

"Since he can paint soul rings, does that mean..."

"He can also forcibly add an eighth and a ninth ring to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

At this point, Ning Fengzhi also subconsciously turned his head and looked at the two sect-protecting Douluo behind him.

"He could even directly use his brush to redraw my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Hearing this, even Chen Xin, the rank-ninety-six Sword Douluo at his side, could not help but suck in a cold breath.

He looked at the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, a blade renowned throughout the continent, then thought back to the pure Geng Metal energy from that White Tiger that had split open a thousand-zhang mountain with one claw. He only felt that his own sword path was like a child playing house before the other party.

"Sect Master, if this Sky Screen chooses this old man to enter next time, then even if I have to exhaust every means at my disposal, I must beg that old senior for one of his paintings!"

Chen Xin spoke each word with deliberate weight, his eyes filled with blazing desire.

Meanwhile, far away in the Supreme Pontiff's Palace of Spirit City.

Bibi Dong gripped the gemstone-studded scepter of the Supreme Pontiff, and she could no longer remain seated.

She was a genius with twin martial souls, so naturally, she understood better than ordinary people what a four-born divine beast martial soul represented.

"A brush of creation, remaking martial souls..."

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her towering chest rising and falling without pause.

Just the tip of the iceberg displayed on this Sky Screen had already completely turned all the powerful figures of Douluo Continent into red-eyed gamblers.

Who cared about danger? Who cared if there were monsters in the night that ate people?

As long as they could survive, find that Crippled Old Village, and have that deaf old man draw a few strokes on their bodies, it would be a supreme fortune that let them ascend to the heavens in a single step and become gods on the spot!

For a time, in every corner of Douluo Continent, the minds of all forces began stirring into action.

However, compared to the madness across the entire outside world of Douluo Continent...

Within the Great Ruins, the atmosphere in that quiet little farmhouse courtyard was still no different from usual.

Qin Mu was circling the alternating red and gold rings beneath his feet, his face full of excitement.

Just as he lifted his other foot, planning to activate those glittering golden rings as well and see how many great mountains he could smash apart...

Smack!

A crisp flick to the head rang out.

Deaf, who was lying on the bamboo chair, had casually used the butt end of his brush to lightly rap the back of Qin Mu's head.

"Brat, stop messing around here for this old man."

Deaf rolled his eyes and looked rather painedly at the pigments in the jade bowls on the stone table.

"These spirit-channeling inks of mine are all treasures. Normally, even I can't bear to use much of them, and today that brat got them all for free."

"If you keep messing around like this, I'll have to go deep into the Great Ruins next month to gather medicinal ore. Hurry up and put away those damned circles."

Hearing Grandpa Deaf scold him, Qin Mu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and gave a few silly chuckles.

"Got it, Grandpa Deaf."

Then Qin Mu's thoughts shifted, and with a humming sound, the nine enormous halos of alternating red and gold instantly turned into streams of flowing light, drilling straight into his body through the soles of his feet.

Behind him, the four majestic phantoms of primordial divine beasts also turned back into a few wisps of faint ink qi, gradually dissipating into the air.

The little courtyard returned to its previous peace once more.

Qin Mu took the rope of his family's big Azure Ox in hand and patted its rump.

"Niu Niu, let's go. We'll sun ourselves at the village entrance, and while we're at it, see what tasty food Grandpa Pharmacist is making tonight."

At that, the big Azure Ox looked both ashamed and indignant.

In the end, though, it still glanced at the painter with fear, flicked its tail, and slowly followed Qin Mu out of the fenced courtyard.

On the dirt road in the village, the afterglow of the setting sun had stretched extremely long.

A few old hens leisurely pecked at insects in the grass by the roadside, and the air was filled with the faint smell of cooking smoke.

Qin Mu trotted all the way along the dirt road and soon arrived at the entrance of Crippled Old Village.

At this moment, the sky over the Great Ruins had reached its most delicate time.

In the west, only the last tiny arc of the sun still hung over the mountaintop, and the clouds at the horizon had been dyed a deep red like blood.

At the village entrance, the surfaces of the four somewhat dilapidated stone statues, their bodies covered in moss, also began to glow with an extremely faint firefly-like light.

This meant that the terrifying night of the Great Ruins was about to descend.

Qin Mu sat down skillfully on a large bluestone, his little legs swinging back and forth in midair.

The big Azure Ox lay beside the bluestone and rubbed its large head against Qin Mu's trouser leg.

All of Crippled Old Village was quietly enjoying the tranquility of dusk.

Yet just then, from the endless wild forest ahead, a flurry of panicked footsteps suddenly rang out.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

Very soon, the sounds of branches being violently knocked aside rang out one after another from not far away.

The grass ahead stirred, and then an incomparably beautiful young girl dressed in Spirit Hall's specially made silver combat outfit with golden trim stumbled out of the forest.

The young girl had neat short golden hair. Though her entire body was covered in dirt, and her fair skin had been scratched bloody in many places by branches, making her look extremely wretched, that exquisite and alluring face, along with her curvy, fiery figure, still could not be concealed.

It was Hu Liena, the Spirit Hall Saintess who had been teleported to the Great Ruins in the same batch as Dugu Bo!

But at this moment, how could she still have even the slightest bit of a Spirit Hall Saintess's pride and holiness?

The originally gorgeous silver combat outfit she wore had long since been torn to tatters by the thorny vines in the Great Ruins, revealing large patches of fair skin marked with bloodstains.

Her signature short golden hair was also a mess, mixed with sweat and dirt, plastered to her forehead.

Hu Liena gasped heavily for breath, her chest heaving violently.

The soul power inside her had long since been completely exhausted during her earlier frantic escape.

What supported her as she continued to run now was purely her survival instinct.

Yet just as she rushed out of the forest and saw the scene before her clearly, she could not help freezing for a moment.

Not far ahead, there was actually a rather backward, shabby little village.

And on a large bluestone at the village entrance sat a handsome youth of about ten years old, dressed in patched clothes, his little legs swinging back and forth.

At the youth's feet also lay a somewhat oversized Azure Ox.

This scene seemed especially peaceful under the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun.

Seeing someone there, a surge of wild joy instantly appeared on Hu Liena's pale face.

But before she could open her mouth to call for help, a deep, violent roar suddenly came from the dark forest behind her.

"Roar!"

A fishy wind rushed toward them.

Three monsters, each the size of a small truck and covered all over in hard black scales, charged straight out of the trees with blood-red eyes.

These monsters had sharp tusks like wild boars, and saliva dripped from between their teeth, landing on the grass with sizzling sounds.

Seeing this, the entire Douluo Continent outside the light screen instantly had its heart in its throat.

In Martial Soul City, inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

Bibi Dong, who had already stood up, could not help taking two steps forward at this moment. Her beautiful hands gripped her scepter tightly, her palms covered in sweat.

"Nana..."

Bibi Dong screamed frantically in her heart.

She had never imagined that the moment her beloved disciple was transported to this world, she would run into such a terrifying strange beast—one whose soul power could not even be sensed.

Over at Shrek Academy, the students could not help letting out a chorus of startled cries.

"It's over, it's over. Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden is probably going to die here." Ma Hongjun shrank his neck and spoke with a shiver of fear.

Tang San, meanwhile, stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his brows knitted tightly together.

With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that the speed and strength of those three Black-Scaled Monsters were absolutely no weaker than ten-thousand-year soul beasts on the Douluo Continent.

By now, Hu Liena had nowhere left to retreat.

She looked at the little boy sitting on the rock ahead, gritted her teeth, and used the last of her strength to shout at the top of her lungs.

"Little brother! Run!"

"There are monsters behind me! Hurry and take your family to hide!"

At the brink of life and death, this Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall did not choose to lead disaster toward an innocent child. Instead, she instinctively opened her mouth to warn him.

After shouting those words, Hu Liena's legs gave out, and she collapsed straight onto the ground, closing her eyes in despair.

Qin Mu, who was sitting on the large bluestone, blinked his clear, big eyes in some surprise after hearing Hu Liena's shout.

He tilted his head and looked at the pretty big sister on the ground, who was clearly about to lose her own life, yet was still warning him to run.

"This big sister is actually pretty nice."