Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 288: Chapter 238: Ghost Bride, Altar!

In the ”Thousand-Year Miscellaneous Talks,” there’s an interesting little story about a cowherd boy named Ma Liang.

At the time, Bai Xiangdong found this story quite far-fetched.

Because many parts were illogical, and from a cultivator’s perspective, it made no sense.

To put it simply, the story goes like this: A thousand years ago, there was a cowherd boy named Ma Liang, whose family was destitute, and both parents had passed away, living off cutting grass and herding cattle.

One day, while herding cattle in the mountains, he forgot the time due to playing and decided to spend the night in a nearby cave.

In the middle of the night, the cave was filled with a glow, and an immortal gave him a brush, telling him to paint to his heart’s content, whatever he wanted.

This made him so happy that he woke from his dream. The cowherd boy thought it was just a dream, but upon waking, he found himself holding a brush tightly.

At dawn, he excitedly led his cattle down the mountain, boasting about the brush given by an immortal to everyone he met, with villagers curiously inquiring about its uses.

Without saying a word, Ma Liang painted cows, sheep, chickens, and ducks for the villagers, vividly lifelike, as if they were real.

The news soon reached the local landowner, who wanted to seize it forcibly, but was eaten by a fierce tiger drawn by Ma Liang.

Then it reached the emperor, who dispatched people to invite him over, providing a vast open space for him to paint a mountain of gold and a mountain of silver.

Ma Liang first painted the sea, and when the emperor questioned him about not painting the gold and silver mountains, he reluctantly painted two islands, one with a mountain of gold and the other with a mountain of silver.

The emperor was dissatisfied again, as the sea blocked access to the gold and silver mountains, and asked Ma Liang to find a solution.

After thinking for a moment, Ma Liang painted a few small boats, and the emperor, delighted, boarded one with several guards. Once halfway to the islands,

he quickly painted a hurricane and a tsunami on the sea. The small boats rocked on the sea until a giant wave rolled in, sweeping the emperor and his guards into the sea, drowning them.

”So, a thousand years ago, a guy named Ma Liang got a divine brush.”

Huangfu Liang nodded thoughtfully; the divine brush in the story was indeed very similar to the one the Judge was using now.

”A thousand years ago, did Ma Liang use the divine brush to kill an emperor?”

Ye Hei pondered more deeply. The entire story indeed hinted at a few unusual points; firstly, Ma Liang’s pitiful background—where did he acquire his painting skills?

Secondly, Ma Liang’s actions were too ostentatious, as if he wanted everyone to know he had a divine brush.

Thirdly, what might seem just a divine brush to the common people could, from a cultivator’s perspective,

be an extremely powerful magical artifact... No, it should be called a magical treasure.

It might even have surpassed the level of magical treasures.

But no matter if it was a magical artifact, treasure, or something else, it required the power of a cultivator to activate it.

Take Han Yu, for example. Why does the Inspectorate frequently owe him favors? It’s because Han Yu doesn’t follow the usual cultivation paths; with no True Essence or Spiritual Power, even if given a top-grade magical treasure, he couldn’t use it.

How could a normal child possibly have True Essence to drive the divine brush?

”Is the story fake?”

Bai Xiangdong turned his head to ask.

”No, it should be true.”

Ye Hei shook his head but was convinced of the story’s authenticity.

When combined with the mysterious island, Ma Liang’s orphan status made sense, and it explained why he could use the divine brush.

As for the high-profile actions, it was likely for the final move against the emperor.

To sum it up briefly, sometime a thousand years ago, a child assassinated an emperor with a divine brush.

”Is there any follow-up?”

Ye Hei hurriedly asked; any information might help Han Yu.

Bai Xiangdong shook his head helplessly. The ”Thousand-Year Miscellaneous Talks” was just a collection of strange tales with bizarre stories, so how could it contain detailed information?

Meanwhile, Han Yu was increasingly annoyed by this brush; no matter how many White Dragons he unleashed, his opponent always responded with a well or a river.

When he stopped attacking, the guy got even more brazen.

In the void, the brush continuously sketched, and in an instant, a vast ocean vividly appeared in mid-air.

”Go!”

With the Judge’s command, the ocean suddenly came alive, monstrous waves crashing toward Han Yu.

Playing with water in front of me?

Han Yu couldn’t help but laugh; with the Water Series Divine Techniques, any Water Attribute would only bolster him.

Thinking this, he extended his Divine Techniques, sending them into the sea.

But to his surprise, the Divine Techniques sunk into the sea without a trace, like stones into the ocean.

By the time he tried to dodge, it was too late. The waves crashed over him, sweeping him and Ling Wuce into Whie Emperor City.

Caught in unforeseen disaster, Ling Wuce was taken aback, expecting Han Yu to have some tricks, but he was utterly stunned when the wave hit.

”Why didn’t you dodge?”

Crashing hard into the ground, dizzy from the impact, Han Yu couldn’t help but ask him.

”I thought you had a way.”