The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Lei scratched his head, "I'm not a beast."

"Who wouldn't be afraid of someone from the Misty Sect?" Li Zhengping shouted, running the fastest, terrified of being caught by Shi Lei and then beaten up.

"Come back!" Shi Lei called several times, but seeing that no one had stopped, he picked up a bottle of ink from the table and suddenly splashed it towards the sky.

Buzz!

The ink trembled automatically, forming over a dozen ink dragons that roared as they flew towards those fleeing, capturing and bringing them back.

On the ground.

Li Zhengping and the other painters sat limply on the cold ground, looking at the over dozen ink dragons. They could feel the nobility and coldness in the eyes of these beasts, immediately feeling a chill throughout their bodies.

On the stage.

Master Qing Shan's breath caught as he stared at Shi Lei's technique, exclaiming, "Splashing ink into a painting, this is the skill of a master-level artist, you... you are also a painter on par with me!"

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.

Especially Ninth Level Painter Li Zhengping, who felt so ashamed upon hearing this that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

He had just shown off in front of a master!

And worse, this painter was from the Misty Sect, which is led by the killer god Ye Feng.

Now, things were truly in trouble!

"Master Shi, spare me!" Li Zhengping quickly knelt before Shi Lei, hugging his ankle, weeping bitterly, "I was blind and didn't recognize the master, please don't kill me!"

"I came to learn, why would I kill you?" Shi Lei looked at Master Qing Shan on the stage, "Master, I was ordered to find someone to spar with, would you like to spar with me if you have the time?"

Master Qing Shan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

"Thank you for the advice." Shi Lei walked up to the stage, "Senior, how shall we compete?"

"Let's compete by painting!" Master Qing Shan pointed to the ink landscape painting on the wall behind him, "My work is this one, now it's your turn."

"Alright." Shi Lei took out a sheet of paper.

"Master Shi, you're going to paint on paper?" Master Qing Shan was taken aback.

"Is there a problem?" Shi Lei was puzzled.

"You are a master, the painting should be left on the walls of the Ancient Painting City for future generations to admire, painting on paper is too wasteful." Master Qing Shan explained the reason.

"Actually, I'm not sure if I am a master, but since Master Qing Shan says so, I will paint on this wall!" Shi Lei pointed to a stone wall.

It was a blank wall, its surface smooth and evenly colored, suitable for painting.

The Ancient Painting City had a rule.

Only masters could paint on the walls.

This meant that the city's walls were specifically for masters to paint on, those below masters could only paint on tables, chairs, tiles, and pillars.

In front of the wall.

Shi Lei took out Ma Liang's Brush and began to paint.

This was a landscape painting.

In the distance were green hills, sky, white clouds, and a red sun.

In the foreground was a vast fertile field, filled with golden rice, so fragrant you could smell it through the painting.

At the bottom of the painting was a stone path.

A mongrel dog stood under the rice ears, tongue hanging out, eyes squinting, seeming to thoroughly enjoy this life.

Everyone looked at the painting, their hearts shaken.

It felt as though they entered the painting, becoming that mongrel dog, smelling the essence of nature and the pervasive rice fragrance, feeling utterly revitalized.

"Incredible!"

Master Qing Shan was the first to exclaim.

At this time, Shi Lei made the last stroke.

Splash!

The entire painting came alive, becoming a real Cave Heaven World, with a gentle breeze blowing, all ten thousand acres of golden rice swaying in unison.

Even through the painting, a scent wafted over.

"Woof woof woof!"

The mongrel dog under the rice ears ran between the fields, occasionally barking at people outside the painting, seemingly inviting them to walk into the world inside the painting.

"Go take a look!"

Shi Lei put away Ma Liang's Brush, entering the painting, becoming a person in the world inside the painting, walking through the fields, picking a grain of golden rice, and savoring it.

"This!"

Everyone was completely shocked.

This was creating a real world!

Master Qing Shan took a quick step through the painting, becoming a person in the painting, walking through the fields, brushing his hand over the rice ears, unable to resist eating a mouthful, feeling a slight increase in his cultivation level.

"A completely real world!"

Master Qing Shan was even more shocked, "This is a feat that only the Painting Saint in legend could achieve!"

Li Zhengping and other painters also entered the painting.

"Heavens!"

"This feeling is not much different from when I entered 'Ten Thousand Acres Forest' left by the Painting Saint before."

"Master Shi Lei's level, although not up to the Painting Saint's, is definitely very close."

"This is the top level of surpassing all worldly masters, infinitely close to the Painting Saint!"

Everyone was even more astonished.

Ancient Painting City.

More and more people came, entering the pastoral world painted by Shi Lei, drinking mountain spring water, eating golden rice, breathing in fresh air, their faces full of excitement.

"Is this the Painting Saint reborn?"

"So amazing!"

Everyone's hearts raced.

On a small bridge, Shi Lei looked at the rice fields before him, then at Ma Liang's Brush on his waist, feeling no pride or arrogance.

His painting skills were very high.

But it did not mean he was truly infinitely close to the Painting Saint.

Strictly speaking, he was merely a master; it was the blessing of Ma Liang's Brush that allowed him to approach the legendary Painting Saint.

"I admit defeat completely in this competition!"

Master Qing Shan bowed before Shi Lei.

"Please rise, Master Qing Shan, actually, my level is simply insufficient. I have decided to stay in the Ancient Painting City from today, to learn the Painting Saint's skills."

Shi Lei made a decision.

"Having you stay is a blessing for our Ancient Painting City!" Many cultivators were very excited.

With a painting master who was nearly at the Painting Saint's level staying, they all had the opportunity to learn from him.

Center of the Ancient Painting City.

There was a giant statue here, none other than the legendary stone sculpture of the Painting Saint. At this moment, it trembled slightly, its eyes emitting two golden beams, entering the pastoral world Shi Lei had painted on the wall.

Whoosh!

A great wind surged across the entire world, everyone looking in the direction prompted by their hearts, only to see two golden beams spinning in midair, transforming into an ethereal figure.

It was an elder with an immortal aura.

He wore white robes, held a golden brush in his hand, and looked at Shi Lei with a smile, finally, his gaze fell on Ma Liang's Brush at Shi Lei's waist.

"It's the legendary Ma Liang's Brush!"

The elder sighed, both joyful and regretful.

Joyful because he finally saw such a legendary artifact as Ma Liang's Brush, regretful because he had already fallen and couldn't use it.

"Greetings, Painting Saint!"

Everyone trembled with excitement, kneeling on the ground.

Legend has it that before the Painting Saint fell, he left a wisp of consciousness to find an inheritor.

Today, this wisp of consciousness appeared.

This meant that the Painting Saint's inheritor had appeared.

That person was definitely Shi Lei!

"Are you the Painting Saint?" Shi Lei hurriedly bowed to the elder, sincerely, "Can you teach me to paint? I feel there are still many things I don't understand."

"I am indeed the Painting Saint." The elder nodded, "Sadly, I only have a wisp of consciousness left, which will dissipate in a hundred years, so I cannot teach for long."

"A hundred years!" Shi Lei was shocked.

"No need to be surprised." The Painting Saint was carefree, looking kindly at Shi Lei, "I am ultimately dead, leaving a wisp of consciousness to find an inheritor, and you, would you be willing to become my only inheritor?"

"I am willing to learn from you."

Shi Lei knelt down on one knee.

His master was the Old Sect Leader of the Misty Sect, so he could no longer formally take on another master, but he could learn from others.