My Father Is Definit Chapter 39: Painting Immortal’s Remains

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Painting Immortal’s Remains

"Ah?"

Yin Changli didn’t expect Li Changqing to say such a thing.

Xu Muhai was also sowhat surprised; this Li Changqing is truly a doting parent.

Using a treasure to invest in a young person, just to help his son in the future?

However, Xu Muhai also understood that Li Changqing was not only investing in Yin Changli.

He was investing more in Yin Changli’s background.

dical King Valley.

The most legitimate dical Sect in the Cangyuan Realm.

Behind the dical King Valley lies an enormous amount of power.

Yin Changli is of the Xuan Mu Physique and is also Mu Qingge’s direct disciple. His future status in the dical King Valley is sure to be high, not to ntion Mu Qingge is the sect leader’s daughter, which speaks for its own connections.

But... Xu Muhai still felt that Li Changqing, with such strength, has such miraculous abilities.

If he ca into the world, with a re gesture, strong followers would appear in droves.

At that ti, his son would be heaven’s favored child, lacking nothing.

Why does Li Changqing choose to be so low-key then?

Xu Muhai could only speculate that there were reasons unbeknownst to him that made it convenient for Li Changqing.

"Rest assured, Senior Changqing. If there’s any trouble for your son in the future, I’d go through fire and water!" Yin Changli said solemnly.

"Good." Li Changqing nodded.

At this mont, the Xuanyuan Sword was still floating in mid-air, and Yin Changli stared at that floating wooden sword, slowly extending his hand.

He gently grasped the hilt.

The mont he held the sword, a surge of electric current moved through Yin Changli’s body, making him feel the vast sky!

Before his eyes, it seed he saw the Ancient Tree of Longevity.

Even his Xuan Mu physique bloodline began to quiver.

Yin Changli saw the stellar world and the land of flora on the sword, as if a certain rule was brewing.

This rule was too mysterious for Yin Changli, yet it felt so familiar.

This sword wasn’t a weapon; it couldn’t really be used as one, but by comprehending it, Yin Changli knew he would surely achieve sothing.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Changqing." Mu Qingge also clasped her fists in salutation.

anwhile, Mu Qingge was not at peace. She could feel the profound power emanating from the Xuanyuan Sword, knowing how precious it was.

She too desired it.

But Mu Qingge could hardly bring herself to ask for it.

She could only watch her disciple receive what even she couldn’t have.

Xu Muhai, on the other hand, although envious of the sword, was already content for obtaining a cauldron earlier.

Yet, Xu Muhai also found himself chuckling bitterly in his heart.

Li Changqing certainly wasn’t the ordinary kind of doting parent when it ca to his son Li Hengsheng.

The son was still just a Martial Artist in the Transcendent Realm, yet he was already paving the way for him.

Such a doting parent.

His son was nad as his disciple under him, yet Xu Muhai suddenly felt the pressure.

How was this any different from teaching the Crown Prince to read?

Should his son get hurt under his care, wouldn’t Li Changqing’s wrath tear him apart?

Thinking of this, Xu Muhai couldn’t help but swallow and break out in a cold sweat.

"Awooo."

At this mont, the sound of the Golden Silk Linlang Beast ca from a distance.

The group turned to see the Golden Silk Linlang Beast erging from the depths of the cave.

Likewise, the Golden Silk Linlang Beast was holding a scroll in its mouth.

"A painting?"

Xu Muhai was a bit excited.

There really were more treasures here.

The Golden Silk Linlang Beast ran to Li Changqing’s side, placing the painting on the ground, looking at Li Changqing eagerly.

Curious, Li Changqing reached out; the scroll felt sowhat warm in his hands.

The texture of the paper was unlike anything he’d felt at ho, indicating it was quite expensive.

Unrolling the scroll, a forest scene erged, and within it, a Golden Silk Linlang Beast was lying asleep.

Upon seeing this painting, Li Changqing almost instinctively felt that a world was contained within it!

Because the painting was incredibly lifelike.

Both the landscape and the few clouds in the sky gave a sense of being there.

Not just visually; even the scent of wild berries in the air was perceptible.

It felt as if a breeze was gently blowing against one’s cheek.

The Golden Silk Linlang Beast in the painting breathed rhythmically, as if it might awaken at any mont.

Such a work of art; Li Changqing found it astonishing.

Xu Muhai and Mu Qingge found this artwork several tis superior to any they’d ever seen.

"Such a masterpiece must indeed be the work of the Painting Immortal." Mu Qingge nodded.

Only Yin Changli, engrossed in playing with the Xuanyuan Wooden Sword in his hand, paid it no mind, for no painting could match the sword in his hand.

"This is you in the painting, isn’t it?" Li Changqing asked the Golden Silk Linlang Beast. "I can sense that the Spiritual Qi within this painting is nearly depleted, and without it, you as the Painting Soul would cease to exist."

"Awoo," the Golden Silk Linlang Beast whimpered, rubbing its head against Li Changqing’s leg as if to plead.

"No worries." Li Changqing patted the Golden Silk Linlang Beast’s head and said, "When we return to Changting Town, I’ll create a new body for you."

After hearing this, the Golden Silk Linlang Beast called toward the cave’s end.

"Is there more good stuff inside?" Xu Muhai looked towards the cave’s depths and asked.

The Golden Silk Linlang Beast’s gaze was hesitant, as if it wanted to say sothing but remained silent.

"We’re here anyway; we might as well take a look. Missing out on treasure would be a waste," Xu Muhai chuckled.

Everyone agreed this made sense.

Mu Qingge packed up the gathered spiritual materials, and with a wave of his hand, Li Changqing had the remaining Longevity Wood float behind him.

Such fine wood, it would be too wasteful to abandon it.

However, as they continued deeper, Li Changqing felt an inexplicable, oppressive sensation.

It was as if sothing unknown lay in the cave’s depths, making him uneasy.

But what could it be that was causing this discomfort?

Crossing several small streams, the group finally reached the cave’s end.

Upon entering, their eyes were drawn to sothing captivating.

At the very center of the cave, a person sat on a stone pedestal.

But this person had already turned into a pile of bleached bones.

"Could this be the remains of the Painting Immortal?" Mu Qingge mused from afar, examining the last chamber, which seed almost empty.

Originally hoping for so treasure here.

"Master, his hand..." Yin Changli exclaid in surprise, pointing at the skeleton.