Chapter 11 Introduction to the Fairy in the Painting
The woman in red frowned as she looked at Shao Yanzhe, her expression instantly turning cold.
With a flick of her right hand, which was holding the calligraphy brush, her long red sleeves billowed out and struck Shao Yanzhe directly in the chest.
Upon being hit, Shao Yanzhe was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall before falling to the ground with a thud.
"puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and his chest ached as if it were being stabbed with needles.
Shao Yanzhe curled up, pressing his back against the wall, trying to suppress the waves of pain that were rising higher and higher.
But he did not give up: "I know that you, sir, are burdened with hatred, and I imagine that your enemies are still at large. I dare to ask if you would be willing to help me get rid of your enemies in exchange for the removal of the Soul-Severing Curse from my body. Would you be so kind as to grant my request?"
The woman in red snorted coldly, her resentment stirred by the enemy he spoke of, and her resentment surged violently.
"You?"
"I don't need anyone else to avenge me; only I can avenge myself!"
"Looks like you're still too idle, you even have time to think about this and that. Your time for answering the questions is reduced by one hour!"
After she finished speaking, she picked up the test paper and turned to leave.
Shao Yanzhe realized that the woman in red had indeed left. He clutched his chest and struggled to sit up, letting out a bitter smile.
He really lost out big time.
Since one of the two paths is not feasible, we have no choice but to choose the other one.
The goal is to find a way to get rid of the woman in red.
This is difficult and requires long-term planning.
For example, start by learning how to control the tone of your writing.
However, before that, he needs to finish writing those three baskets of exam papers.
Shao Yanzhe looked at the article he had written, stroke by stroke, and carefully felt it, hoping to truly feel the presence of literary spirit, rather than just seeing it with his eyes.
To his disappointment, even after finishing all three baskets of exam papers, he was not able to absorb or control the literary energy like in martial arts or cultivation novels.
The faint white haze interspersed with golden specks on the text looks like a special effect.
Shao Yanzhe stared at the slowly dissipating literary energy with some frustration, and couldn't help but think of how he had burned the articles containing literary energy that had previously given Xuan Yao and Yun Weiyue literary energy.
He wants to possess and control the literary energy; he can't very well burn paper money for himself, can he?
He instantly perked up, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "It's not impossible," he thought. "Maybe the way to control literary energy in this world is to burn paper money for yourself first!"
Once he had this idea, he couldn't sit still any longer.
Since the exam paper in my hand can't be burned, I can only try writing an essay on a draft first.
Shao Yanzhe acted on his impulse, taking out a straw scroll and starting to write on it.
An 800-word policy essay was written in less than 15 minutes, and the writing style was quite good.
After waiting for the ink to dry completely, before the woman in red arrived, he stealthily moved to the charcoal brazier in the cell, threw the Xuan paper with the article written on it into it, and took out a tinderbox from his pocket to light it.
The elegant Xuan paper quickly turned to black ash under the scorching flames, and Shao Yanzhe silently recited his name in his heart.
As the Xuan paper burned completely, he did not notice anything different.
It seems his earlier idea was wrong, since the method of burning to transmit spiritual energy was aimed at ghosts and monsters, while he was just an ordinary human.
He wasn't disappointed; he sat back down at the table and continued writing his exam paper.
He was extremely frustrated that he couldn't use the rich literary style of the article despite having no resources.
It was at this moment that he noticed the woman in red had arrived. He glanced around discreetly but did not see her.
However, he was certain that she was standing to his right, about a meter away from him.
Just as he was wondering what she wanted to do, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body.
Shao Yanzhe was taken aback. Was this literary talent?
When the thought came to him, he felt a sudden boom in his mind, and everything around him became quiet.
In a daze, he seemed to see a little bit of gold surrounding him, and around the gold was a white glow, making the whole world seem dreamlike in his eyes.
He reached out blankly, his previous thought of manipulating the literary energy causing him to place his hand on the white light.
He had expected to touch nothing, but to his surprise, he actually touched the white light.
It was soft to the touch, as if what I was touching was not white light, but a small dog with soft white fur, soft and comfortable.
It was at this moment that Shao Yanzhe suddenly learned how to manipulate literary energy without any instruction.
The woman in red standing to Shao Yanzhe's right suddenly changed her expression and involuntarily stepped back. The aura emanating from the person in front of her made her realize that he had entered the sect.
Looking at Shao Yanzhe, who was entering the door with his eyes closed, her expression changed uncertainly. Then, she quickly made a decision.
"It seems I can't keep you around!"
After she finished speaking, she quickly swept the brush in her hand through the air, and a dark, blade-shaped aura of resentment attacked the unsuspecting Shao Yanzhe.
Shao Yanzhe is currently an ordinary person; if he were to be hit, he would undoubtedly die.
The woman in red looked at him with pity. If he hadn't entered the path, he could have continued to provide her with literary energy.
What a pity.
She thought this, but her eyes remained icy cold.
Just as the dark blade was about to strike Shao Yanzhe, a black figure suddenly appeared between them and deflected the attack.
"who!"
The woman in red was quite surprised. She hadn't expected that there would be beings that could move freely in her ghost realm, and she immediately became more vigilant.
Soon, she realized that the target that had thwarted her plans was a black cat!
She glanced at it and immediately realized that this black cat was no ordinary black cat, but a spirit cat with considerable cultivation.
No wonder it was able to hide in its own ghost realm without being discovered. The spiritual power within it was extremely pure. As long as it didn't appear in front of her on its own initiative, she would only regard it as a blade of grass or a flower in the ghost realm.
"Considering the difficulty of your cultivation, I advise you to leave here immediately," said the woman in red.
"Hmph! This two-legged beast is under my protection! I must take him away!"
Xuan Yao lowered his body slightly, his long, thin tail swaying from side to side, and his limbs slightly arched, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Without Shao Yanzhe, where would it find such a foolish two-legged beast?
Anyway, it's determined to protect this stupid two-legged creature!
The woman in red narrowed her eyes slightly, and then she saw the scroll tied to the black cat's back, her pupils contracting.
Her gaze fell on the scroll, and she pondered how to release the water so that they could escape successfully.
It was at this moment that her resentment suddenly erupted, and a cold voice appeared in her mind: "Kill them!"
In an instant, only this one sentence echoed in the woman's mind.
The hesitation on her face vanished instantly, and she seemed to transform into a puppet obeying orders, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
"I'll kill you all!"
"die!"
"Die, all of you!"
The woman in red held a pen in her right hand, and the pen tip quickly fell in front of her.
Like ink dots floating in mid-air, they looked like stars, creating a magnificent sight.
Xuan Yao, on the other side, immediately saw the danger hidden behind the numerous ink dots. It raised its hind paw and flicked out a sharp claw, gently slicing the rope binding the scroll. The rope was instantly cut cleanly.
It gently lifted its body upwards, and the scroll on its back flew into the air. Then, with a gentle kick from its hind paw, it landed right on the table in front of Shao Yanzhe behind it.
Yun Weiyue in the scroll frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but said nothing.
She controlled the scroll to unfold, and then it floated lightly to the ground.
She turned her head and glanced at Shao Yanzhe, who was clearly at a critical moment, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
She hadn't expected that her seemingly insignificant remark would allow him to grasp the basics so quickly.
This talent is truly amazing!
The red-clad woman opposite paused her attack the instant Yun Weiyue appeared.
Xuan Yao noticed the pause for a moment, but without paying attention to the reason, he launched an attack directly.
Its nimble body weaved through the ink dots, carefully dodging as it headed toward the woman in red.
Upon noticing this, the woman in red slightly flicked the tip of her brush, causing the still ink dot to instantly move and fly towards Xuan Yao.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xuan Yao quickly launched an attack to block the ink dots.
But there were many ink spots, and the woman in red controlled those ink spots to keep attacking.
In just a short while, Xuan Yao's body was covered in ink spots. As more and more ink spots appeared, it felt its body becoming heavier and heavier, and its movements became much slower.
This resulted in it not being able to avoid the ink spots in time, and all of its parts except for its limbs and head were covered in ink.
"Meow!"
Enraged, Xuan Yao opened his mouth and bit down.
"vomit!"
Unexpectedly, the ink stains smelled really bad, causing Xuan Yao to gag.
Seeing this, Yun Weiyue, who was standing to the side, worried that the stinky cat would really be killed, so she also took action.
With a gentle tap of her sheep-hair brush, a pair of slender, ink-black hands appeared in mid-air. Approaching Xuan Yao, they brushed away the ink stains from its body, freeing it.
Throughout this process, the woman in red simply watched quietly and showed no intention of making any further moves.
"Try to create an opening. She's too strong; we're no match for her. It's best to leave as soon as possible."
Yun Weiyue stared at the woman in red, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She didn't know who this person with the same face as her was, but she had a vague feeling of wanting to get closer to her.
Could they be sisters?
But now is not the time to investigate this. This person is clearly not in good condition right now, and if they really fight, they will probably have a hard time winning.
"Meow!" Xuan Yao indicated that it knew, and its golden pupil suddenly emitted a burst of golden light, displaying the entire scene of the Ghost Realm in front of it, allowing it to clearly see the places where the Ghost Realm's energy was weak.
Just as they were about to breach the place, the woman in red finally moved.
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