Chapter Twenty-Six: The Person in the Painting

  Yang Chen had been observing Zhao Qian's reaction, seeing that Zhao Qian never pointed the spearhead at himself, and smiled coldly in his heart, knowing that Zhao Qian had now directed all the spearheads at Wang Rui.

  "There's nothing else I need to do, I'm going to cultivate now. I won't be like some people who don't cultivate but can still produce spiritual energy!" After saying that, Yang Chen didn't even look at the two of them and turned around to head directly towards the east.

  Wang Rui looked at Yang Chen's departing back and shouted angrily: "What did you say? You can't leave without making it clear!"

  As he spoke, Wang Rui was about to chase after Yang Chen.

  Yang Chen listened to Wang Rui's angry roar, and didn't take it seriously at all. He didn't even turn his head, knowing that Zhao Qian wouldn't let Wang Rui come over to chase him now.

  As expected, Zhao Qian saw Wang Rui chasing after Yang Chen and thought that Wang Rui was trying to take advantage of the situation to escape. He quickly grabbed hold of him and roared in anger: "Wang Rui, you son of a bitch! Are you treating me like a monkey? Trying to slip away?"

  Yang Chen listened to the furious roar of Zhao Qian behind him, and a cold smile appeared in his heart. He thought to himself: The more you shout, the happier I am! Haha!

  Yang Chen turned around and walked away to the east without looking back, as for what was left, Yang Chen didn't have any interest in continuing to watch, after all, two dogs biting each other would only end up with a mouthful of fur.

  Yang Chen walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the distant sunrise rising slowly, with a thousand emotions in his heart.

  This matter was actually full of drama in Yang Chen's view. At first, he thought that as long as he worked hard to complete the tasks assigned by the inner gate, he would be able to get the Jizhen Dan. Who knew that in the end, this Jizhen Dan had become someone else's? However, just when he felt a little disappointed, this Jizhen Dan had actually returned to his hands again.

  Yang Chen took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and began to practice qigong.

  This morning's time passed quickly, and Wang Rui still hadn't arrived. As for what he was doing, it had nothing to do with Yang Chen at the moment.

  Gulu

  A dull thud sounded from Yang Chen's abdomen, he slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his stomach, looked around and got up, walking directly into the woods.

  At this time, Yang Chen decided to take back that painting, after all, he still needed the painting to solve his food and clothing problems.

  Yang Chen turned left and right in the forest, but never went to where he hid his paintings.

  It wasn't until the sky had gradually darkened that Yang Chen cautiously looked around in all directions before carefully making his way to where he had hidden his painting.

  Yang Chen walked to the place where he hid his painting, but instead of taking it out in a hurry, he continued walking forward until a moment later, he returned with a vigilant face.

  It has to be said that Yang Chen is indeed a cautious person, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted so much time.

  Yang Chen brushed aside the withered weeds on the ground and reached out to dig into the soft earth.

  Before long, he dug up the canvas smeared with mud from the ground and immediately wiped off the mud on the canvas with his hands and put it in his bosom.

  However, just as he was about to put it in his bosom, his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered an important thing, that the Qi-gathering pill was still in his own bosom.

  This painting of Yang Chen has been in contact for 4 months, and he also did many experiments before, finding that no matter where this painting is placed, it seems to be a starving ghost, constantly absorbing everything from nature.

  When he first picked up the painting at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Mound, the painting was absorbing mist. On his way back, for fear of being discovered by others during the assessment, he buried the painting underground. When he came to retrieve it, he found that the thin green weeds around had withered away. Now, the flowers and grasses in this place are also the same, devoid of any vitality.

  So Yang Chen boldly guessed that although this painting can supplement his own consumption of spirit and physical strength, it also needs to be supplemented, and the thing that supplements it is everything in nature.

  At this time, Yang Chen suddenly thought that if he put the painting and the Gathering Qi Pill together, would the painting absorb his Gathering Qi Pill as well?

  Thinking of this, Yang Chen hastily took out the painting with his right hand, but reached into his pocket with his left hand to touch the Gathering Spirit Pill.

  But this touch made his heart suddenly cool down by half.

  The Qigong pill that was originally placed in his bosom had actually disappeared without a trace!

  Yang Chen's face changed in shock, and he reluctantly took off his top garment to check if the Gathering Spirit Pill was still in his bosom.

  But in fact, he was told that the Qi-gathering pill he had finally obtained was really gone.

  "Whoa!"

  Yang Chen couldn't help but blurt out a dirty word, this was Yang Chen's first time uttering profanity in his entire life.

  However, this can't be blamed on Yang Chen. The聚气丹 he had finally obtained with great difficulty had become the painting's food, filling his heart with resentment. After all, even Buddha gets angry sometimes, let alone an ordinary person like him.

  "What the heck, I finally got it!" Yang Chen muttered to himself with a look of unwillingness, then turned to the painting on his right hand and said angrily: "What are you, absorbing everything? If you're capable, absorb me too!"

  "What a big fire!" An old voice suddenly appeared, with a tone full of vicissitudes.

  Yang Chen was startled and hastily looked around, vigilantly shouting: "Who is it?"

  "Don't look anymore, I'm in the painting in your hand!" The old voice came again.

  Yang Chen's expression changed, his pupils shrinking violently as he hastily looked at the painting in his hand, his heart filled with overwhelming shock.

  "Junior Yang Chen, I don't know who the senior is?" Yang Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the surprise in his heart, and said with utmost respect.

  "Who am I? I'm your lifesaver, these 4 months, if it wasn't for me controlling the power in the painting and sending you some spiritual energy when you were starving, you would have died who knows how many times already!"

  Yang Chen listened to the mysterious person's words, and only then did he understand why every time he was hungry and tired, a wisp of white smoke would float out of the painting. It turned out that this was controlled by the mysterious old man in the painting!

  Suddenly, a surge of gratitude rose in his heart, and he said: "Thank you, senior!"

  "Hmph! Don't call me senior, I'm not familiar with you!"

  Yang Chen smiled awkwardly and couldn't say a word.

  "Hum! I say you're really stupid, using 4 months of time and yet not even cultivating any spiritual energy. If it were just your cultivation, with your qualifications, I wouldn't say anything if you couldn't cultivate spiritual energy. But I've been giving you transmission of spiritual energy almost every day, and yet you still don't have any reaction. Now I'm even suspecting that the pseudo-spirit root in your body is fake!"

  Yang Chen muttered somewhat discontentedly: "If you don't absorb the Gathering Qi Pill, who knows, maybe after I take it, I'll be able to refine spiritual energy?"