Chapter 43: True Falling Leaf Blade Technique
Inside the room, Great Elder Liu Cang watched as Butler Wang gripped eight writing brushes, frantically dipping them into pigments and waving them wildly.
Splashes of the eight colors flew everywhere—on the painting, the table, and the floor.
“If this isn’t a seizure, what is it?”
The Great Elder could not help but laugh.
“Clatter, clatter…”
The eight brushes fell to the ground one after another. Butler Wang turned his head, looking at the Great Elder with a pale expression, “It’s over.”
Within the painting, under the young girl’s brush, a vivid and lifelike paint box had taken shape.
A terrifying suction force emanated from the paint box.
The sharp arrows stuck at various angles, the unformed mountain ghosts, and even the room itself all transformed into pigments, flowing toward the paint box.
As the final stream of pigment merged into the paint box, there was a deafening “bang,” and the painting on the table exploded entirely!
Butler Wang was sent flying backward, slamming into the main support beam. He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.
Inside the room.
Lu Jianjia clutched Gu Shiyi, breathing heavily. Her pale little face flushed, and she turned her head to spit out a mouthful of heart-blood.
“Clap, clap, clap…”
The Great Elder rose from his seat, clapping incessantly in applause.
“A beautiful victory. Truly worthy of a young lady of the Lu Clan and a student of Meichang Academy; you certainly have some skill.”
