Hundred Sects Tournament · Golden Core Finals (6)

Zhou Wan removed the Green Jade Brush from her hair. Instead of pouring even a thread of her own spiritual power into it, she opened an ordinary-looking ink-jade pouch at her waist, no bigger than her thumb. Inside was the special spirit ink she had accumulated through her usual painting practice.

The spirit ink itself already contained mild spiritual energy from heaven and earth. When painting low-tier Spirit Paintings, she only needed to use her divine sense to guide the energy within the ink into form, without any additional expenditure on her part.

The brush tip soaked up the thick ink and hovered before the uneven rock wall.

Zhou Wan held her breath and focused for a moment, then set down her first stroke. Her brush danced like dragons and serpents, yet every movement was precise and restrained. With only a few strokes, the outline of a lifelike ink-black mole sprang onto the wall.

As the final stroke gave it life, the ink marks on the rock wall seemed to come alive, rippling faintly. Then a mole with fluffy fur and quivering whiskers lightly leaped out of the two-dimensional mural and landed in her slightly outstretched palm.

The little creature was only palm-sized, yet its body carried the simulated warmth of spirit ink. Its black-bean eyes turned nimbly as it looked up at her, affectionate and loyal.

"Go."

Zhou Wan gave the order softly, her fingertip gently supporting it.

The mole landed lightly, sniffed at the air, then without hesitation burrowed into a natural crack in the earth at the base of the rock wall and vanished.

She did not stop.

The brush tip dipped into ink again, sketching.

A second, a third... until the seventh mole took shape in turn and silently disappeared underground.

The lives and movement energy