Lift the Brush, Startle Wind and Thunder; Set It Down, Soundless and Fine

The Old Blind Man's ears twitched slightly. He listened to the wind and the rain, then turned his head and laughed in a loud voice. "Chen Xun, do you wish to lift the brush?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then do not shrink back. Take whatever brush and ink you need. If they are muddy, use Spirit Dew as your brush, Heaven and Earth as your paper, and let your Essence, Qi, and Spirit leap beyond Heaven and Earth."

"..."

Chen Xun stared blankly at the Old Mister and unconsciously drew a deep breath. "All right."

He picked up a sheet of paper on the writing desk, soaked by the fine rain. He took up the painting brush and gently stroked its tip, sensing the flow of Heaven and Earth Qi.

Chen Xun raised his head. Raindrops fell upon his face, moistening his skin. He had never imagined painting in the rain; otherwise, he would have used his magic power to drive away the rain around him.

By now, his entire body was gradually drenched, yet he did not activate any magic power. Wind and thunder filled all directions, and the streets and alleys had become empty.

The scenery before him blurred. Chen Xun's awareness seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality. He sensed the veins of Heaven and Earth, that aura flowing through his heart like a trickling stream.

He closed his eyes and quietly sensed it, feeling the pulse of the earth, hearing the rustle of wind through leaves, feeling the rhythm of every raindrop striking the ground.

Rumble—

As a bolt of lightning split the heavens, his hand swept lightly. Ink lines flowed from the tip of his brush, while raindrops fell one after another onto the painting paper like scattered ink dots, melding into the painting.

As his brush