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The next day, a piece of news piqued their interest: Luan Tingyao would be hosting a banquet at his mansion.
The scholar would definitely go to the mansion of a certain wicked minister to present his artwork. The two of them later decided to temporarily set aside the matter of the book and first go investigate.
On the day of the banquet, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin disguised themselves as servants in the mansion, mingling among the numerous guests.
The banquet venue was decorated quite luxuriously, with carved screens, embroidered carpets, and gold-inlaid tableware, all displaying the extravagance and arrogance of the minister.
"Look at those fools, they have no idea what's about to happen," Hang Lin whispered to Wu Sheng.
"We're not sure what will happen either. We can only wait," Wu Sheng said with a serious expression, staring unwaveringly at Luan Tingyao.
At that moment, a scholar in a gray robe walked in, holding a scroll in his hand.
"Is this the bookish weakling?" Wu Sheng was surprised.
Hang Lin A slight smile, "Looks very similar, but still can't be sure."
The official held a scroll. He looked around as if searching for a target. His gaze paused slightly when it fell on Luan Tingyao.
"Look, that's him, one of the incarnations of the bookish weakling!" Wu Sheng stared closely at the official and whispered to Hang Lin.
Hang Lin then asked, "Should we expose him now?"
"No, let's see what he plans to do first," Wu Sheng replied.
An official approached Luan Tingyao and presented a scroll. "Sir, I have heard that you are a distinguished connoisseur of art, and I have specially presented this painting to you. Please accept it with a smile."
He then unrolled the scroll. The painting depicted a lush landscape and an ancient courtyard, with every stroke revealing exquisite craftsmanship and depth.
"It's truly breathtaking. This painting must be worth a lot of money, right?" Luan Tingyao inquired.
"The adults are overpraising it. The value of this painting lies in the eyes of the beholder. I only hope that the adults will like it," the official replied with a smile.
"In that case, I will accept it." Luan Tingyao was greedy by nature, so naturally he was delighted to receive such a gift and immediately put it away.
The official smiled and stepped back, saying lightly, "Then I wish you, sir, eternal peace to appreciate this painting."
"This kid, it seems everything is going according to his plan," Hang Lin whispered to Wu Sheng.
"Watching from the side, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt and unease in each other's eyes.
"It seems we need to monitor this Luan Tingyao more carefully," Wu Sheng quietly said to Hang Lin.
The two continued to disguise themselves as servants, helping to clean up the venue after the banquet. But both of them knew in their hearts that what was coming next would be crucial.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin silently followed Luan Tingyao back to his mansion. The mansion was magnificent, yet not without a touch of vulgarity. Wu Sheng couldn't help but feel a chill, a loathing that stemmed from the depths of the soul.
"This person is not just greedy. Everything about him exudes evil," Hang Lin said in a cold tone.
Before long, Luan Tingyao hung the painting in his study. As he carefully examined the painting, he absentmindedly touched the night pearl in his pocket, a talisman used for warding off evil.
Over the years, he had received many paintings from The Immortal in the Painting, and the reason he had remained unharmed to this day was because of the demon-suppressing night pearl gifted by the enlightened monk.
At this moment, the landscape in the painting suddenly became more and more real, as if a force was emanating from it.
"What... what's going on?" Luan Tingyao's heart was filled with uncertainty.
Suddenly, a fairy crane flew out of the painting, transforming into a white light, attempting to envelop Luan Tingyao within it.
The demon-suppressing night pearl suddenly shone brightly, blocking the fairy crane.
Luan Tingyao couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha, The Immortal in the Painting, trying to kill me? Not so easy. I even got a good painting for free."
At this moment, the Taoist priest Tian Cheng and the venerable monk Ning Zhi, who had been following closely, appeared by Luan Tingyao's side without anyone noticing.
Just as Luan Tingyao was feeling pleased with himself, the situation suddenly changed.
In the originally peaceful mountain and water scene, suddenly a huge white dragon leaped out from the lake, its dragon fish flipping and flying, roaring and shaking the sky, causing the frame to tremble slightly.
"Hmph, here we go again?" Luan Tingyao frowned, but felt a sense of unease in his heart.
The dragon opened its mouth wide, and a brilliant light shot out from it. This time, the light of the Night Pearl of Exorcism was flashing intensely, as if engaging in a fierce struggle with the light of the White Dragon.
"Hold on, Night Pearl!" Luan Tingyao silently urged in his heart.
However, at this moment, a loud noise shook the heavens, and the Demon-Sealing Night Pearl unexpectedly cracked open, forming a dark rift at its center, unable to suppress the radiance of the White Dragon any longer.
"It's impossible, this is the Demon-Sealing Night Pearl!" Luan Tingyao exclaimed in horror.
The Taoist Tian Cheng and the enlightened monk Ningzhi both instantly realized the severity of the situation. Almost simultaneously, they took action. Tian Cheng summoned a mysterious celestial qi, condensing it into a virtual shield, while Ningzhi chanted a Buddhist mantra, invoking the power of the Buddha to create a golden halo.
However, at that moment, The Immortal in the Painting bestowed all the paintings to Luan Tingyao. Hundreds of scrolls seemed to come to life, emitting colorful rays of light that swiftly flew towards Tian Cheng and Ningzhi.
"No, what kind of sorcery is this!" Tian Cheng and Ning Zhi exclaimed at the same time.
Before the two of them could react, the scroll had already tightly wrapped around them, rendering them unable to move, as if they were bound by invisible chains.
"Those scrolls..." Ning gritted his teeth, clearly feeling the suppression of his Mana within his body.
At this moment, the giant dragon, seeing the two of them being suppressed, swiftly flew towards Luan Tingyao and bit him in half with its gaping mouth. An imperceptible wisp of black energy then drilled into Luan Tingyao's chest, as if greedily sucking the blood from his heart.
And these things all happened in the blink of an eye, catching people off guard.
The Taoist priest Tian Cheng and the accomplished monk Ning Zhi, who were tightly bound by a scroll, had their eyes covered by the painting, making it impossible for them to intervene and stop the actions of The Immortal in the Painting.
At this critical moment, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin came flying through the air.
"Quick, save them!" Wu Sheng shouted, sensing something was wrong.
He and Hang Lin simultaneously made their moves, each casting a spell in an attempt to break the monster's power coming from the scroll.
But at that moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the scroll, followed by it shattering into countless pieces, releasing a powerful energy.
"This force is too powerful!" Hang Lin exclaimed in shock.
"Quick, use the Heart Moon Vase!" Wu Sheng urgently shouted.
Hang Lin Quickly take out a jade bottle, open it, and a suction force immediately sucks in those fragments and energy.
"It was too dangerous, almost let him escape." Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a pity we still couldn't save anyone this time," sighed Hang Lin as he looked at the body of Luan Tingyao on the ground.
"We did save someone, at least these two were saved," Wu Sheng pointed to the Taoist Tian Cheng and the accomplished monk Ningzhi.
"They handle it? Erase the memory?" Hang Lin asked.
Wu Sheng nodded in response.
"The strength of The Immortal in the Painting seems to have surged again, even these two profound Taoist priests and the Night Pearl of Demon Suppression can't contain it." When Wu Sheng said this, there was a subtle surprise on his face, and his tone was filled with a deep sense of caution.
Then he walked to the vicinity of the divided corpse, trying to figure out what the black smoke just now was.
Fortunately, this time the wound was not caused by a consistent stabbing with a sword, and it happened at the scene for the first time, which made him notice this subtle detail.
Wu Sheng was shocked to discover that Luan Tingyao's heart had no more blood, only the bloodstains splattered when he was stabbed.
" Hang Lin, come take a look over here. We've been focusing on gathering clues about The Immortal in the Painting, but we've overlooked the condition of the victim's sword wound." Wu Sheng pointed to the wound on Luan Tingyao's chest as he spoke thoughtfully.
Hang Lin walked over and crouched down to carefully examine the wound on Luan Tingyao's chest.
"You're right, we've been so focused on The Immortal in the Painting's multiple identities and how he operates these transformations, but we've overlooked the situation of the victims. Look at this wound, not only has the blood vanished without a trace, but there's also a chilling aura, as if it's been sucked away by some powerful spell."
Wu Sheng furrowed his brow and said seriously, "This means that The Immortal in the Painting is far more capable than we realize. Not only can he transform into different identities to act, but it seems he can also control an extremely dark form of sorcery. Perhaps this is his true purpose."
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