My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 114 - 104: The Hai Family Comes to Buy the Formula!
Yin Shuyu wasn’t sure if her explanation was clear; even she felt her explanation was quite abstract.
But this was the only way she could understand it.
Her master had also explained it to her in this manner before.
"When an artist’s level of Divine Soul and understanding of the painting reaches a certain level, this Painting Treasure can be created. But if the artist’s level doesn’t reach that point, then the Painting Treasure definitely won’t be produced."
Yin Shuyu thought for a moment and explained to Li Changqing: "For example, if a Painting Saint level practitioner wants to create a Painting Treasure with great destructive power, then he paints a knife, intending for the Painting Treasure to be capable of sneak-attacking and killing a typical Innate Realm master."
"Then his Painting Treasure might succeed, but if he envisions this Painting Treasure as capable of killing a terrestrial immortal, then this Painting Treasure simply cannot succeed."
Listening to Yin Shuyu’s explanation, Li Changqing could somewhat understand.
"Of course, that’s just an example. The effectiveness of the Painting Treasure still depends on the user’s strength. Even if there really is a Painting Treasure capable of injuring a terrestrial immortal level practitioner, that would only be its upper limit, and an ordinary Innate Martial Artist certainly couldn’t achieve that."
"Perhaps a Postnatal Peak Realm master could," Yin Shuyu speculated.
Li Changqing didn’t speak, he was processing what Yin Shuyu had said. Her words weren’t that hard to understand; with his modern mindset, he could actually grasp these concepts.
Li Changqing had just been shocked to learn how Painting Treasures are made.
With a clear goal now, Li Changqing couldn’t resist wanting to try it himself.
If his wooden carvings could be made into treasures, would they also be called Painting Treasures?
Probably not, right?
What should they be called?
Carving Treasures?
Li Changqing almost laughed at his own thought.
He looked up to see Yin Shuyu looking at him eagerly, as if asking if there were any more questions.
Li Changqing didn’t have any more questions for the time being.
He then handed the flying knife Painting Treasure back to Yin Shuyu.
"Thank you, senior." Yin Shuyu’s face lit up, as she respectfully accepted it with both hands.
"It’s nothing, it was yours from the beginning." Returning the Painting Treasure to Yin Shuyu, Li Changqing continued, "Thank you for telling me so much information. It was very helpful to me."
"I’m glad it was helpful to you, senior." Yin Shuyu nodded.
Although she didn’t know why he asked so many questions related to artists, she found him to be mysterious and extraordinary. Yin Shuyu also considered fostering a good relationship.
After a few more exchanges, Yin Shuyu decided to take her leave.
Li Changqing didn’t try to make her stay, and Huang Xin hadn’t spoken another word from start to finish, only bowing respectfully towards Li Changqing before leaving with Yin Shuyu.
He felt uncomfortable staying here, very insecure, especially after realizing Li Changqing could easily kill him.
"Fuguang, when you have a moment, tidy these things up," Li Changqing called out to Zhang Fuguang, who was feeding the fish in the pond.
"Alright." Zhang Fuguang put down the fish feed and walked over to take away the teaware they had used.
However, as Zhang Fuguang looked at Li Changqing’s back, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
Earlier, when Huang Xin was about to act, Zhang Fuguang had been preparing to kill Huang Xin if he took another step forward. But when Li Changqing made his move, Zhang Fuguang was taken aback. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
He hadn’t expected that Li Changqing, who seemed gentle and refined, without a hint of a strong aura, actually had such profound cultivation—truly hidden depths!
Immediately, Zhang Fuguang felt relieved.
It was no wonder Li Changqing said he didn’t need his help to kill anyone.
Zhang Fuguang had originally thought to repay Li Changqing by dealing with some difficult problems for him, only to now realize that the debt of gratitude he owed might only be repayable by tending to the garden here for the rest of his life.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fuguang smiled wryly. He had once had a fearsome reputation, yet now he had become a gardener.
But knowing that his daughter loved this place made Zhang Fuguang feel that it wasn’t so bad. He had once yearned for an ordinary person’s life, though it had been a world he could only dream of. Now, experiencing such days was nice, though he wondered how long he and his daughter could enjoy this life.
Back in the bamboo grove, Li Changqing went over Yin Shuyu’s words again, forming a basic idea in his mind.
This was an idea Li Changqing had since returning from Dao Mountain, though it was still just a conceptual framework. After listening to Yin Shuyu’s explanation, he felt this idea was hopeful of becoming reality.
The issue with his son gave Li Changqing a sense of urgency.
He needed to quickly understand his own strength, or create powerful wooden carvings himself. At the very least, he couldn’t be as helpless as he was this time, when his son was in danger and he could do nothing but stand by.
Watching his son endure severe poisoning without being able to help—such an experience made Li Changqing truly understand what despair felt like.
It was the same feeling as in his past life, watching his wife pass away, powerless to do anything.
Thus, Li Changqing planned to make treasures himself.
His wooden carvings were different from scrolls.
Scrolls required quality paper, good ink, and fine brushes.
But he didn’t need those; for his carvings, all he needed was quality wood.
