Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 401-Chapter 500)

“You still remember me?” Ru Xin said in surprise. He should be forgetting whatever he recalled right now.

“No matter how I forget, I won’t be able to forget you!” Li Qingshan shook his head, as if he was resisting the effects of the Water of Oblivion desperately, wanting to carve the woman before him into his head so that he could never forget her.

Ru Xin’s heart began to thump, while her cheeks became slightly flushed.

“You still owe me a lot of pills!”

However, Li Qingshan’s next words left Ru Xin slightly stunned. Smiling like she always did, she said, “Didn’t you give up the remaining pills for the Water of Oblivion?”



“Since when!?”

“Oh my, you’ve forgotten.”

“You better stop trying to trick me! How can I forget? Give me some Water of Recollection. That’s the cure!”

Li Qingshan extended his hand. Although it was unable to fool the mystical powers of the xiezhi, controlling his thoughts and suppressing the power of the Water of Oblivion was not particularly difficult with the spirit turtle.

But with that, his head felt rather sluggish, so he asked the person behind it all for the cure.

Ru Xin frowned. “If you’re so capable, why don’t you just recall it?”

Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. “You’re angry?”

“Huh?” Ru Xin returned to her senses, but she discovered that she did feel a little peeved.

Li Qingshan smiled mischievously. “Looks like I really do need to discuss this with Qiongzhi.”

“Discuss what?”

“It’s nothing strange for a man to have multiple wives and concubines, right?” Li Qingshan snickered. Back then, he had been quite ambitious in this respect. Thinking about how even a bastard Chu Tian could swagger around with multiple women in his embrace, he did not seem to find he was asking for too much.

This thought sprang up and grew like weeds. When he looked at Ru Xin again, he looked at her slightly differently.

The two of them had been communicating secretly the entire time, just in case someone noticed something was amiss. They had both been staring ahead, communicating from the corner of their eyes.

However, when she heard that, Ru Xin turned over, smiled sweetly, and riled up her spiritual qi, bellowing into Li Qingshan’s ears thunderously, “You better keep fucking dreaming!”

“I’ve won!” Li Qingshan smiled silently. His lips moved, purposefully mouthing that.

Whenever they were together, they constantly joked with one another, such that they would claim victory whenever the other lost their calm. As for how serious these jokes would become, even Li Qingshan himself was unable to put his thumb over it.

However, he would always have a very easy time when he was with Ru Xin. Ru Xin did not probe into the fact that he needed to drink the Water of Oblivion to fool Fu Qingjin, but she must have learnt some secrets about him, such as how he had seen the Soaring Dragon Elder, or even the fact that the Soaring Dragon Elder’s sumeru ring was on him.

However, he was not worried at all, placing a strange form of trust in her. Seeing how Ru Xin was still grumpy, Li Qingshan smiled. “If you want to keep the pills, then keep them! It’s not like there’s a lot left. It’s just a bottle of medicinal water. It’s nowhere near enough for me to forget about you. It’s not like you’re granny Meng!”

Who knew what Ru Xin felt when she heard that. Suddenly, she returned to her senses. It’s not like I’m granny Meng… Seems like the Water of Oblivion isn’t particularly effective on cultivators. Surely master Chu will be fine, right? She’s just a painting after all.

……

“Master!”

Having sensed the disappearance of Chu Shidao’s aura, the disciples of the school of Painting could no longer care about the rules anymore. They barged into the residence and cried out before all shedding tears endlessly. They sobbed painfully.

They then saw their “mistress” standing in front of the dining table at a complete loss. Her face was covered with tears, but she did not seem particularly sad. She seemed extremely confused. As a result, they all felt extremely displeased. Master has lost his mind. Is a painting like this really worth his entire lifetime of efforts?

No one paid any attention to her either. The group of people carefully laid Chu Shidao on the bed and draped a white cloth over him, carrying him off to the main hall for now. They wanted to wait until his direct disciple Chu Danqing returned before making any decisions.

Her hand remained outstretched in the air, with no one around her anymore, but she had no idea what to do. She felt like she had returned to a century ago, when she had first been painted.



Painted!

She suddenly turned around and gazed at the blank canvas on the wall. She stared at the corner of the canvas, at the faded, dark-red seal. She read the two words “Chu Shidao” again and again.

Within a bamboo loft, a young man frowned. Although he was very displeased with this clumsy piece of work he had created, he still stamped his seal into the corner enthusiastically.

That was their first meeting.

Time flowed past like water, and her memories that had dispersed like dust, like smoke, gathered together once more. The first time she spoke with him, the first time she cooked for him, the first time she argued with him, as she had purposefully destroyed a newly-painted beauty of his. Who told him to stare at it like he was head over heels?

A gentle smile gradually appeared in her eyes. A century passed in a hurry, like she had lived through it all once again. She suddenly smiled. “How… can I forget?” Then she cursed, “You old thing, you sure are bored enough.”

As she spoke and cursed, she walked into the blank canvas.

A disciple returned to collect Chu Shidao’s clothes and items, planning to wash up Chu Shidao and change him into new clothes once Chu Danqing returned, only to discover that “she” was no longer there anymore.

Looking around, he saw the painting on the wall. The beauty was no different from before, smiling gently, except her smile gradually blurred.

The disciple rubbed his eyes forcefully, doubting his eyes.

The beauty in the painting gradually melted away, turning into pigments of rouge and cyan and bleeding from the canvas.

In the blink of an eye, all the colours bled away, only leaving behind a blank canvas. A spring breeze entered the residence, rustling up the canvas. All that remained was the dark red seal in the corner, the same as before.





Chapter 462: Arranging the Battle | Legend of the Great Sage




“A daemon!” “Run!” “Daemons are coming!”

Among the screams, people scattered in all directions chaotically. The busy streets immediately became extremely desolated.

All that was left was a child, around eight or nine, sitting in the centre of the street, bawling out loudly. Countless pairs of eyes looked over from the two sides of the streets, through cracks in doors and windows. All of them trembled in fright. As they watched the daemon approach the child, they all felt like the child was done for.

As they imagined the horrific sight that was about to unfold, many of them could not help but close their eyes.

In the Parlour of Clouds and Rain, the cultivators saw this through the Watermirror disc too. It was already too late for them to save him.

The child raised his head and saw the figure strolling over. He became stunned from fear before erupting in tears. Normally, his mother said daemons would eat him whenever he was mischievous, so his fear for daemons had been deeply ingrained within him since young. Only a single thought remained in his head, I’m really going to be eaten!

“Kiddo, you’re blocking the great Northmoon’s path! Why don’t you piss off?” Li Qingshan bared his teeth. The child quivered before scampering off to the side of the street. Hearing a resonant laughter from behind, he could not help but look back, but the figure had already travelled away. His scarlet hair drifted about, like a flickering bundle of fire.