The students of the academy were witnessing a soul summoning ceremony for the first time, and they packed the room to capacity.
Yuan Qi performed the ritual steps twice, and the soul-summoning talisman in his hand flew above Bai Sicheng and spontaneously combusted without fire.
The person on the bed didn't move at all, but the painting shook slightly. However, everyone's attention was on Yuan Qi and Bai Sicheng, and no one noticed the painting's abnormality.
"Will it work?"
"What can someone so young do?"
"Young lady, stop pretending. So many doctors have come and none of them can help. I think he's beyond saving."
Qi Sheng stared at Yuan Qi with great concern: "Young Taoist priest, how is it?"
After the talisman burned out, the painting on the wall shook more violently, making a rattling sound, and a gust of wind swept through the room.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it. A student who was closest to the painting pointed at the figure in the painting and said, "The person moved! The person moved!"
"My God!" everyone exclaimed in unison. The people in the painting came to life, and the servants who were originally scattered around the painting now gathered around a man and a woman.
The man and woman changed their posture, standing side by side, looking at the world outside the painting.
Qi Sheng walked over and pushed through the crowd: "Make way, let the young Taoist priest take a look!"
Seeing this strange scene, the crowd unconsciously stepped back, making way for Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi pointed to the man in the long robe in the painting and said, "There is indeed something wrong with this painting. Do you see it? This person is Bai Sicheng."
Those watching the spectacle were incredulous, and Qi Sheng was even more so. He asked in a panic, "How do we get him out?"
Yuan Qi formed a hand seal and launched a burst of spiritual energy. With a cry of surprise, the world in the painting trembled, the roof tiles loosened and fell, the mountain shook, and pebbles rolled down, with two relatively large pebbles landing in the courtyard.
A barrier was placed on the painting, then shattered, and sounds from the world within the painting emanated.
It was a sharp female voice: "Where did this little Taoist come from, daring to ruin my plans? I'll kill you!"
The fact that the person in the painting could talk startled many people. The students took a few steps back and stared warily at the woman in the painting who was speaking.
Everyone can see clearly that a woman in the painting is pointing at Yuan Qi with an angry expression.
The man next to her also said, "I want to be with Zhujun for life, so don't meddle in my business."
Qi Sheng was extremely anxious. He was afraid that Bai Sicheng inside couldn't hear him, so he shouted loudly, "Come out quickly! Your physical body is about to die!"
The woman in the painting is named Wen Zhujun. She forcefully shields Bai Sicheng behind her, saying, "With me here, he won't die! Don't try to scare me!"
Yuan Qi calmly said, "Release Bai Sicheng, and I'll spare your life."
A small cluster of red lotus flames ignited at her fingertips, which she sent with her spiritual power to the painting at the closest possible distance.
To the people in the painting, it looked like a giant fireball in the sky, which could fall down and burn them to death at any moment. They all gathered around Wen Zhujun, and they were all terrified.
Even Qi Sheng was very worried and reminded Yuan Qi: "Little Taoist priest, be careful not to burn Bai Sicheng to death."
The students who were watching the spectacle were also nervously watching Yuan Qi, holding their breath for the people inside.
Yuan Qi didn't care about all that. Now that the barrier she had drawn was broken, she could rescue Bai Sicheng at any time. She just wanted to see what Wen Zhujun's attitude was. She didn't know what Wen Zhujun's purpose was in luring Bai Sicheng in, but Wen Zhujun was definitely not a kind person. It would be her own fault to die again.
"If you don't come out soon, I'll set it on fire." The energy directly ignited a corner of the painting.
The world in the painting was engulfed in a raging fire; the forests caught fire and the flames spread rapidly.
Wen Zhujun hadn't expected Yuan Qi to actually start a fire, and she was terrified of it; she felt her soul tremble. This was no ordinary fire.
She could only take Bai Sicheng away from the world in the painting.
As soon as Bai Sicheng emerged from the painting, his soul automatically returned to its place.
He opened his eyes, scrambled out of bed, and ran to the painting, trying to put out the fire with his bare hands.
But this is the karmic fire of the Red Lotus, which cannot be extinguished at all.
Yuan Qi calmly extinguished the fire and even blew on her fingertip. A corner of the painting had already been burned. What was even more puzzling was that after the two of them came out, the people in the painting stopped moving and returned to their original positions and actions.
The entire portrait has lost its soul.
Wen Zhujun was furious and angrily rebuked Yuan Qi: "I'll just come out, why did you have to destroy this painting? I've lived in this place for over a hundred years, and you destroyed it with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. Where will I live now?"
Bai Sicheng realized he couldn't see Wen Zhujun anymore. He circled around looking for her: "Zhujun, are you still there? Where are you?"
To make things easier, Yuan Qi formed hand seals and simply opened everyone's Yin Eyes.
Wen Zhujun was a spirited woman with sharp eyes and an extraordinary aura, not at all like a sinister female ghost.
So much so that the students at the academy present all mistakenly thought she was a fairy from a painting.
Qi Sheng, upon seeing this, also whispered to Yuan Qi, "Is this woman a ghost or a fairy from a painting? She doesn't seem like a bad person."
Everyone heard these words and stared at Yuan Qi.
Others said, "You're so young, you can't judge people accurately. Little Taoist priest, I think you're wronging an innocent person. I think this fairy is a good person."
Yuan Qi stood with her hands on her hips, her fair little finger pointing at Wen Zhujun, and said angrily, "What do you know? If she were a good person, why would she have captured Bai Sicheng's soul into the painting?"
Wen Zhujun retorted confidently, "I didn't kidnap him. This painting originally only contained myself; he painted himself in, along with so many servants, people, and flowers. He watched me day and night, and his soul entered the painting on its own. Why blame me?"
Not only did Qi Sheng and the students find it unbelievable, but even Yuan Qi found the matter strange.
Yuan Qi asked, puzzled, "Bai Sicheng, why?"
Bai Sicheng looked hurt. He stared at Wen Zhujun and asked with great pain, "Zhujun, you said I would never leave you for life, how could you say that?"
Wen Zhujun patiently explained, "Sicheng, I did say that, but when you entered the painting, it was truly not because I forced you, it was your own choice, have you forgotten?"
Yuan Qi could tell that Wen Zhujun didn't have deep feelings for Bai Sicheng, and there was a hint of impatience and irritation in her eyes.
Yuan Qi still couldn't figure out why Wen Zhujun did this, but she was certain that she hadn't forced Bai Sicheng.
Bai Sicheng clutched his chest and pleaded, "Zhujun, please don't do this. What I said still stands. I'm willing to let you live inside me, and I'm willing to be loyal to you for the rest of my life. Really, the painting is destroyed now, and you can't go back. Please stay, I beg you."
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