296: Chapter 145 Painting and Calligraphy Flourish Part 5 296: Chapter 145 Painting and Calligraphy Flourish Part 5 “Disciple has a sect, thus I cannot take you as my master, but when Disciple returns, I will definitely inform my master and recognize you as my own Pathfinder.”
Cao Zhen looked like a hermit master, and with a casual wave of his hand, said, “Get up.
Remember, there is a heaven beyond heaven, and there are people beyond people.
From now on, do not be so arrogant.”
“I know you still wish to debate on the Dao; go debate elsewhere first.
After the debates are concluded, you may come to the Hundred Peaks Sect, find me at Four Treasures Peak, and we can share a meal together.
I’ll also introduce a few of my disciples to you.”
Being a Pathfinder myself, it wouldn’t seem proper to have Wu Jianzi over for a meal and not invite Qing Mozi as well.
“Yes, Disciple will heed your teachings.
Disciple will first go and debate, and after returning from the debates, will certainly visit you at Four Treasures Peak, Senior.” Qing Mozi kowtowed three more times to Cao Zhen, then turned around and addressed the Peak Masters and Disciples of the surrounding Mountain Painting Peak, “Qing Mozi was too arrogant before, and has offended many.
I hope all of you will not blame me.”
“No blame, no blame,” they responded.
“Young people should have the vigor of youth.”
“How could one be called a young person if not full of energy…”
After greeting everyone, Qing Mozi bowed once again to Cao Zhen before heading out from the Hundred Peaks Sect, his heart filled with gratitude.
The senior had invited him to share a meal and was going to introduce him to other disciples.
The senior was treating him like one of his own.
However, Cao Zhen, with his unparalleled skills in calligraphy and painting, why was he only ranked one hundred within the Hundred Peaks Sect?
That must be it; the senior must not be concerned with fame and gain, not one to fight or compete for such things.
One of my master’s brothers has a similar attitude, so worldly that few even know of his existence.
In fact, in the way of calligraphy and painting, he is even above my own master.
My master has even said that the master’s brother is more suited to be the leader of the Pen and Ink Sect.
It seems Senior Cao Zhen must be like that master’s brother.
Right, why did the senior paint the Immortal Crane?
In truth, Senior Cao was conveying through his paintings that he wished to be like the carefree crane, free from worldly attachments.
I failed to understand his paintings before.
As Qing Mozi moved, mana flowed out from his body.
Although he had not achieved Enlightenment, he still gained much insight.
Behind him, onlookers watched as Qing Mozi paused slightly in his steps, sensing the fluctuations of mana emanating from him, and were shocked.
“No way, is he about to have an Enlightenment again?”
“He’s already leaving; how can he still be getting Enlightenment?”
“Thank goodness, he didn’t have another Enlightenment.
Otherwise, his talents would truly be terrifying.”
Cao Zhen was startled too, “When I told Wu Jianzi to savor and reflect further, it was because I truly do not understand the sword—I was just prompting Wu Jianzi to fool himself with his own thoughts.”
I understand this painting, though.
My painting does indeed have two meanings, but how could you almost grasp that?
Am I really that good a teacher?
Did Mozi’s ninety-nine levels of teaching get triggered?
But I didn’t really teach anything.
Cao Zhen waited until Qing Mozi’s figure disappeared before turning and looking at the Peak Masters around him as if he was admiring precious herbs, smiling and saying, “Fellows, isn’t it time to show some gesture of appreciation?”
The nearby Peak Masters and disciples, upon hearing this, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all looked at Cao Zhen in a peculiar way.
They didn’t understand.
With such high attainments in calligraphy and painting, why was such a grandmaster so mercenary, always asking for favors?
Yet they couldn’t afford not to give him anything.
After all, they were about to face great embarrassment.
It was Cao Zhen who had preserved their dignity.
Not to mention, many of them had achieved Enlightenment thanks to Cao Zhen’s painting.
They absolutely must remember this favor.
Even though it pained them, they still spoke up one after another to express their willingness.
“Good, anything you see from Mountain Painting Peak, Peak Master Cao, take it as you please.”
“Peak Master Cao, whatever you want, just say it,” they intoned.
The protagonist realized that these peaks indeed had wealth.
After his previous lootings, apart from gathering the materials to forge his own Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill, he also had plenty of medicinal herbs left over.
Now, after pillaging these few peaks again, he was astonished to find that he had enough herbs to forge another pill to enhance his disciples’ cultivation base.
Aside from Yi Sheng, each of his disciples had an Ancient Immortal Body.
Although they could cultivate Divine Skills and Sword Techniques, and continuously strengthen their physiques, they could only advance their cultivation base through Spiritual Medicine.
Xiang Ziyu, that kid, was about to leave the mountain.
His brain doesn’t work too well, and he sees himself as the protagonist.
The outrageous part is, the kind of books he likes to read is about those protagonists who court death.
He doesn’t read a single book about careful, life-preserving protagonists.
If I don’t boost his cultivation a bit, what if that boy courst death after descending from the mountain and actually dies?
“Hmm…
But Xiang Ziyu, that kid, is tough enough, so let’s refine a Fierce Heart Increasing Pill for him.
I thought I would never have the chance to make this pill, given its main characteristic is ferocity, pure ferocity.
Not to mention Ling Xi, but even the former me, would probably not survive it.
However, Xiang Ziyu has cultivated the Record of Deities and Demons, and with his current physique, he should be able to withstand it.
The problem is, the Fierce Heart Increasing Pill takes a long time to refine, a whole year.”
Cao Zhen, carrying an array of materials, headed back to the Five-Element Pill Ground and found a Pill Furnace, looking at the materials in his hand with some headache.
He encountered a problem.
Although he didn’t know when exactly Xiang Ziyu needed to leave the mountain, the departure surely wouldn’t take too long, definitely not as long as a year.