Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 301-Chapter 400)

Wang Pushi laughed. “You never know.”


“If you want to keep talking about that, I’m not standing here anymore.” Han Qiongzhi stamped her foot. She too had heard there had been many cultivators who offered tremendous sums for the painting of a beauty from Chu Shidao so that they could hang it in their dwellings. They would summon and send them off at will, without causing them any trouble they had to worry about.

“Alright, alright, alright. I’ll stop. Look, it’s begun.”

Everyone was curious about this match between novels and painting. Just how would the two of them determine the victor?

Chu Danqing had already placed his painting on the table. He said loudly, “Li Qingshan, this painting is called Hellscape Rhapsody. I spent three months conceiving it and another three months painting it. It’s extremely terrifying. Even I wouldn’t want to create a painting like this unless I had no choice. If you’re clever, then it’s still not too late for you to forfeit. Otherwise, even you might end up injured later!”

Chu Shidao stood on the platform behind Chu Danqing. When he spotted the painting, he shivered all over. He smiled as he stroked his beard in great relief. Not only had Chu Danqing inherited his skill, but he would definitely exceed him in the future.

The outcome was already decided for this battle!

Li Qingshan took out a thin picture book and placed it on the table. “I spent two hours conceiving this book, a day to complete it, and a month to spread it. I have no idea how effective it is, so you better try it yourself!”

“Qingshan, you’ve grabbed the wrong book!” Liu Chuanfeng also stood on the platform behind Li Qingshan. He was worried.

Li Qingshan waved his hand without even looking back. “Don’t worry, it’s the right one!”

“Since you just won’t give up, I’ll let you experience the terrors of hell!” Chu Danqing brought his fingers together and pointed away. The painting rose with a flutter.

A blazing colour filled the entire paper, but there was only one colour—red!

Scarlet red, fiery red, blood red. The scarlet-red mountains stood strange and jagged; the boundless sea of fire blazed; the blood-red rivers surged.

Everyone who directed their attention towards this painting shuddered. A terrifying will of madness gushed into their faces. Just what kind of hellscape painting was this? There seemed to be countless fiends and evil spirits writhing in endless agony.

Gradually, fantasy became reality. Fiends leapt off the tall mountains one by one, emerging from the sea of fire and floating out from the rivers of blood, rushing out of the painting.

Their tall bodies, their scarlet-red skin, their twisted limbs, their hissing growls, and their empty eyes were all filled with endless hatred and resentment. One, two, several dozen fiends crawled out from the painting, as if they were crawling out of hell to seek revenge on the living people.

In that instant, a nightmare seemed to become real!

Screams rose up from the platforms. Many female cultivators even paled.

However, Han Qiongzhi was not afraid. Compared to what Altar Lord Black Lotus had unleashed to kill people back then in Ancient Wind city, a hell like this lacked an element of realism. She was just worried for Li Qingshan.

Wang Pushi smiled. “That’s the aura from the Hell realm. This painting suits my school of Legalism very much. He really is something else for old man Chu to accept him as his final disciple and spend a decade nurturing him. Li Qingshan is in trouble.”

Chu Danqing recalled what had happened when he first entered seclusion to produce this painting. Often, he would suddenly begin rolling around on the ground in regret as he painted, banging his head against the wall heavily in shame.

He had spent a whole decade cultivating arduously, and the moment he emerged, he had become a public laughingstock. No female cultivator would like him anymore. He was about to go crazy. He felt like he was standing in hell, being scorched by the flames.

In the end, he poured this madness of his into the painting, conceiving this Hellscape Rhapsody. He painted countless fiends in the limited space of the painting.

Li Qingshan, you asked for it!

Li Qingshan’s smile remained. He said, “Oh right, I forgot to state the name of my book.” Suddenly, he grew serious and waved his hand, calling out, “Come out, Magic Brush Ma Liang!”



The Divine Talisman of Great Creation suddenly erupted with extremely resplendent light. As Li Qingshan waved his hand, the faith, the power of belief of millions of people, gathered and condensed.

A teenager with a wide-brimmed straw hat and a brush in his hand appeared in the Main Martial Arts stadium. He had a pair of thick eyebrows and large eyes, radiating with solemn righteousness. He stood before the fiends flawlessly.

Han Qiongzhi called out in surprise, “This is!”

The surroundings fell silent. Chu Tian laughed madly. “Li Qingshan, are you trying to achieve victory through a kid? Don’t tell me this kid was you from the past? I heard you came from a village.”

Ever since Chu Tian suffered a defeat at Li Qingshan’s hands, he had persevered and bided his time, undertaking self-imposed hardships and preparing for revenge at all times. The only reason why he decided to keep suffering in silence was out of consideration for how he could not reveal that item to the public. Now that he saw Li Qingshan failing, he was having the time of his life.

The other disciples would never mock Li Qingshan so openly, but they thought the same thing as Chu Tian. How could this regular teenager possess the strength to contend against fiends?

Compared to the terrors of Hellscape Rhapsody, what was Magic Brush Ma Liang supposed to be? It was truly a joke.

“Oh no, he’s in trouble now!” Liu Chuanfeng paced around out of worry.

Sun Fubai said with composure, “Junior brother, you shouldn’t worry. Qingshan knows what he’s doing. Though recently, I heard about a rumor.” A rumor regarding Magic Brush Ma Liang.

“Li Qingshan, you really are wretched!” Chu Danqing looked at the impoverished, half-grown Ma Liang and seemed to see his past self. He really was a little unwilling to get the fiends to slaughter him now.

“Wretched?” Li Qingshan was surprised, but he did not think about it too much.

With absolute focus, Ma Liang raised his magic brush and quickly drew in the air. The power of belief in the Divine Talisman of Great Creation was rapidly converted into his own power.

Under everyone’s astonished gazes, a golden shoe landed on the ground with a thump.

A deity clad in golden armour with a golden dagger-axe in his hand emerged from nowhere. He pointed his golden dagger-axe at the fiends.

The design of the armoured deity was simple and childish. He even had a pair of golden wings on his back, like some kind of divine soldier from heaven that a child had imagined. However, the aura he gave off was no less than the fiends. Chu Tian, who had been laughing aloud, suddenly shut his mouth.

Chu Danqing’s mouth hung agape instead. Wasn’t this the ability of their school of Painting? Why would a character conjured by a novelist possess this kind of ability?

Chu Shidao called out, “Danqing, what’re you waiting for?”

The armoured deity suddenly unfurled its wings and rushed into the sky, flying towards the sun that had just risen in the east. He dove back down as a golden streak of light and stabbed through a fiend with his golden dagger-axe. The fiend trembled as it dispersed.

Chu Danqing immediately returned to his senses. The fiends roared as they lunged towards the armoured deity, but the deity took off into the air once more. He circled around with the dagger-axe in his hand.