Chapter 135: Brush Test
The Silent Curse Tree stood on the hillside, staring at
Feng Wen, who couldn't move.
"Who are you?"
The Curse Tree looked confused. "I remember introducing myself already. But, good luck to you guys. If that child dies, you'll all be dead.
It was the right decision not to kill that child."
Feng Wen breathed heavily, slowly recovering his body.
[Are you saying that if that child doesn't intervene to break the curse, we'll die? The Silent Tree is much stronger than me. If that curse dies, we won't survive. It's just a curse, right?"
"That child is safe. We only wanted to break the cursed staff. Don't take that child's life. So, are you saying we were wrong?"
The Curse Tree looked up at the sky. Sunlight shone down. "Hmm, this kind of weather. I haven't felt it in a long time. Why is that? Seeing it like that, that child was trying to help the blonde-haired boy over there.
It was because he was kind, so he helped.
Seeing the blonde-haired boy walking into the forest, both eyes blind, he tried to help by leading the boy to the healing tree. Don't judge by appearances, look into his heart. Everyone said the same thing. "
"You said something like that. Is it believable? Harming this child to save someone, where would that be?"
"Heh heh. Otherwise, your disciple would have died in that forest. We were kind enough to repay a favor by helping that person, and repay our anger by getting revenge.
This unconscious child helped us a little bit, so we're repaying the favor. That's all."
Feng Wen stood up, using conversation to divert the issue. "What did my disciple do?"
"Your disciple came to the Silent Forest to play a song." Our forest is so quiet, it needs some kind of sound to exchange with the silent forest, to survive forever.
If you can't picture it, it's probably just playing music in the forest for us.
But this time, it won't happen. We know that something like this will happen again and again. Except for us, who are at the top of the mountain, everyone else is far weaker than us.
Feng Wen began to release his spirit energy, and a powerful wind began to erupt around him. Whoosh!
"What are you going to do?"
"Whoever touches my descendants will die. I've said it from the beginning. Repay favors with favors, and revenge with punishment."
"Haha, you can do this. Are you underestimating yourself?"
"Not at all. The unconscious child in front of me plays music in the forest every day, so I've recovered a lot of my energy. Go call the entire sect over." If you think you can take me down, I'll show you what strength is.
Feng Wen used his fifth skill, {Wind Dancer}.
A large green bird the size of a house, its body swaying with the wind, its eyes staring at the silent tree.
The wind dancer charged towards it. Pew!
The silent tree stopped in its tracks.
Underneath the ground, a violent tremor erupted. A loud bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground ripped apart. In front of Feng Wen, a gray tree branch shot out of the ground. Boom!
Under the belly of the wind dancer, a branch pierced its belly. Boom!
The wind dancer disappeared.
A tree as large as a building rose, almost touching the clouds.
It was a gray tree, emaciated, with a pattern of red blood flowing like a stream.
Blue eyes opened, staring at Feng Wen.
"From now on, I'll do whatever you want. If you want the little child, Bring the entire army!
The silent tree disappeared, along with the seraph. There was no sound at all.
Feng Wen summoned wind dancers to cover his body.
A large tree twisted and twisted.
The twisting force of the tree created over a hundred whips. The whip ropes spun in circles. The surrounding ground collapsed. Boom!
The whip struck Feng Wen. Boom!
Feng Wen's house was blown away. Everything around was splattered in circular patterns. Boom!
Dust spread everywhere. Boom!
Feng Wen hurriedly retreated in front of him.
A blue eye expanded in size, accompanied by a blue explosion. Boom!
A blue-green tower pierced the ground, piercing through the clouds. Boom!
The wind blew everything around. Boom! Boom!
Feng Wen flew away, his face not smiling at all. "Level six or higher, for sure. We need to call someone from the sect to help Beetho."
Feng Wen flew towards the Firenine Sect to request reinforcements.
In a certain place, black ink was swirling through the air in great quantities.
A brush pole, the one who released the black ink, stood in the center.
Also, numerous white brushes were lined up everywhere.
Over ten thousand sheets of paper were scattered all over the ground. The paper was covered with countless drawings, so much so that one could wonder who had worked so hard to draw so many.
A young woman was sitting beneath the black brushes, kneeling on the white floor, lined with paper.
Her hair was a mixture of black and white, reaching her waist. Her eyes were black and white, and she was drawing on the ground.
It was Barrier, who was sitting and drawing.
The image in front of Barrier was drawn.
It was a beautiful image. It was a golden light depicting a woman dressed entirely in pitch-black, with goat-like horns on both sides. Her eyes were pitch-black. She held a large black scythe, and wore jet-black clothing. Her black hair was long enough to reach far past her feet. She was using the scythe to superimpose herself on top of another person. Her golden hair was longer than her own feet, her eyes made of golden light, and her clothes were dazzling. She was holding a sword.
Baria took out the painting. "Hmm... The name of the painting is Seraphim vs. the Demon Lord?"
Baria took out a new sheet of paper and began drawing a new picture.
"Fail, fail, fail. Fail must be better."
A voice came from above.
"So, how about it? Showing the path of an artist. It takes practice, right, little girl? Ten thousand sheets won't be enough to pass.
Now, let's draw one hundred thousand sheets. I'll consider your selection again. Obtaining power through hardship. It's like painting a picture, and if you want to win, keep painting. At some point, you'll know what kind of results your efforts will bring.
Baria began painting again, the number of pictures increasing.
The words came from the black brush.
Failed
Failed
Failed
Failed
Failed
Failed
Failed
Failed
Baria was taking the brush test, hoping to become the owner.