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The lonely night falls in an ancient academy, where a scholar named Liang Jing sits at his desk.
The study is decorated simply and elegantly, with the fragrance of ink and the dance of lamplight creating a tranquil atmosphere.
On the one hand, this is the calm he has experienced every night in the past; on the other hand, this is also the last time he will immerse himself in this space as an ordinary scholar.
Once, Liang Jing was a vibrant scholar, dedicated to learning, dreaming of passing the imperial examination one day, and providing a better life for his family. His talent attracted attention from many people, and even gained the appreciation of several officials.
But all the beautiful dreams shattered overnight.
In front of him was a thick book of "I Ching," but his mind was no longer on the book. He held a brush in his hand, immersed in the tragic memories of his family.
First, his wife, three months pregnant, walked to the capital to appeal for him, selling paintings along the way to raise money for her husband's ransom. However, she was insulted by bad people and ultimately lost the child and chose to end her life by hanging herself on a tree.
Next are his parents, and his younger brother Liang Ji was kidnapped and owed a lot of debt. In the end, the family was ruined, and both parents chose to commit suicide.
Finally, his younger sister, who was supposed to marry the person she loved, was deceived and taken away by a wealthy young man. She was eventually sold to a brothel, suffered physical and mental abuse, went insane, and finally fell into a river and drowned.
Liang Jing originally had a compassionate heart, but this series of misfortunes has left his spirit tortured and shattered, and he is no longer the optimistic scholar he once was.
Faced with the heavy pressure of life and the tragedy of family, Liang Jing ultimately chose to take an irreversible path.
As his brush danced on the rice paper, his heart was filled with sadness and anger.
He gritted his teeth and slammed the brush in his hand to the ground. In that instant, a kind of strength that had never been felt before surged in Liang Jing's heart.
It is a force that connects with the heavens and the earth, a power that allows him to transcend the limits of the mundane world.
It is this power that transformed him from a scholar into the figure that inspires fear and awe, The Immortal in the Painting.
He looked up at the mysterious runes on the ceiling and uttered a spell. Then, his body trembled slightly, and his form began to change like ripples on the water's surface.
Later, Liang Jing was guided to an ancient temple abandoned by time, where a nearly thousand-year-old demon corpse was hidden.
The old stone stele appeared worn out, but the inscribed spells still exuded an indescribable power, like an invisible barrier surrounding this mysterious land.
The millennium corpse demon twisted its body in pain, its face expressing a hint of anxiety and bloodlust. Its decaying body was on the verge of collapse, in desperate need of fresh souls and the blood of the living to sustain its life.
"I need more time, more power..." it roared, using its dark magic to turn the consumed human corpses into dark messengers, searching for suitable sacrifices.
These corpse messengers roam the earth, specifically seeking out humans filled with resentment and powerful souls. Their faces are contorted, with an indifferent expression, as if they have lost all humanity and emotion.
Finally, in a dark prison, the millennium corpse demon found Liang Jing through a prison guard. The guard placed his hand on Liang Jing's head, and a chill ran from the top of the head straight to the heart.
"This soul... is extraordinary." The millennium corpse demon felt excited in the distance, a sly glint passing through its eyes.
This discovery made the millennium corpse demon quite excited, because Liang Jing's soul is not only powerful, but also carries a unique resentment. At least it can allow its life to continue for several more years.
"This human will be the key to my rebirth," the millennium corpse licked its cracked lips, its eyes filled with greed and anticipation.
"Young man, your heart is filled with hatred and despair. Are you willing to sacrifice your soul to me? Then you will have the power for revenge," the corpse's voice sounded like it came from the depths of ancient abyss, hoarse and cruel.
Liang Jing's eyes flashed with a fierce fire. "Other than revenge, what else can you give me?"
"Other than power, I can also bring your family back to life completely," the monster said slowly.
At that time, Liang Jing, filled with hatred and despair, accepted its proposal.
He knew in his heart that this was a scheme of the monster, which needed to use his hatred to enhance its own power and prolong its own life.
However, Liang Jing no longer cares. Because he knows deeply that if he doesn't do this, he will never find the opportunity to release the hatred in his heart.
At this moment, Liang Jing suddenly stood up and walked to a bookcase, gently pulling open one of the drawers. He took out a dark stone from it and held it in his hand.
This was a "transform" stone given to him by a thousand-year-old demon corpse. He could use it to transform into other characters and gain the ability to seek revenge.
"I can't go on like this anymore," Liang Jing silently thought in his heart.
He held the transforming stone and began to chant a spell. The surrounding lights grew dimmer, while a radiant halo appeared around his body.
The air was filled with an indescribable force, as if it were about to tear apart all unfairness and injustice.
At that moment, he felt a tremendous power surging through his body.
"From a scholar to The Immortal in the Painting, it is not my wish. For the sake of my family, for the sake of justice, I am willing to go down the wrong path, no matter the cost!" Liang Jing shouted.
So, on that dark night, Liang Jing offered up his soul and merged with the thousand-year-old demon corpse. He felt a powerful energy surging into his body, almost overwhelming him.
"Now, you are a part of me," the demon corpse said, satisfied.
"Give me strength to seek revenge." Liang Jing gritted his teeth, his voice filled with unrestrained resentment.
"Very well, my transform. Go, let this world feel your pain and hatred." The demon corpse sneered and then disappeared into the darkness.
Liang Jing After returning to the mortal world, he began summoning the spirits of his family.
In that instant, his four avatars were born: a bookish weakling, a brothel Geisha, a pregnant woman, and a gambler.
Each clone carries his painful memories of family and extreme hatred for injustice.
Liang Jing sat back at the desk, but this time, he was no longer just a simple scholar.
He is already a The Immortal in the Painting with astonishing power and multiple identities, a mysterious presence who will use his power to correct the injustices of the world.
Not only do they have memories from their past lives, they can also transform their appearance at will, using various methods to seek revenge on those who have caused them unbearable pain and to draw strength from the blood of their victims.
One of the clones became a bookish weakling, holding drawing tools and selling calligraphy in the market.
"Sir, this painting is really well done. How much does it cost?" A greedy official walked over.
"This painting is not for sale. I only hope to give it to someone who likes it," bookish weakling replied lightly.
The official thought to himself, "How can I pass up such a good deal?" and happily accepted the painting. The next morning, he was found lying in his study at home, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, never to wake up again.
Another alter ego is a courtesan named Ruming, who is dressed in gorgeous clothes. She enjoys collecting paintings and playing the qin, and is known as a talented woman in the brothel.
"Miss Ruming, could you grant me a song?" A young man, who had once forcibly taken a commoner girl, walked over, his eyes greedily scanning her as he smiled brightly and asked.
"Sure, but the music has to match the mood. Do you know the name of this piece?" Ruo Meng smiled, her hands gently placed on the guqin, the strings taut, much like the tense atmosphere in the room.
"You jest, miss. I am willing to listen to every piece you play," the dandy said smugly.
A faint, imperceptible cold light flashed in the dreamy eyes, gently plucking the strings. The sound of the zither seemed to conceal a hint of desolation, like the night wind passing through a graveyard, sending shivers down one's spine.
"This piece is called 'Washing the Silver Spear with Green Blood.' I hope you will like it," Dreamy said slowly, and the sound of the zither abruptly stopped.
"The beautiful sound of the qin, such an emotional piece." The young man in fancy clothes beamed with joy, unaware that he had already fallen into a dream-laid trap.
Rumeng gently set down the guzheng and stood up. "Sir, what kind of paintings do you like? I have some good pieces here."
"I don't understand painting, I only know how to appreciate beautiful women," the dandy chuckled.
The courtesan smiled and turned around, taking out a painting to give to him. "In that case, I'll give you this painting, hoping that you will like it."
The young man in silk trousers took the painting and thought to himself, "Today is really my lucky day." He completely failed to notice the hint of a cold smile that passed through the eyes of the courtesan.
In a remote alley, the doppelganger of Lin Yingshuang, a three-month pregnant woman, sat on the ground, one hand on her belly and the other holding a painting.
"Excuse me, sir, could you help me? If you like this painting, I'm willing to give it to you," she said to a passing merchant.
The merchant hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to approach. "It's not safe for you to be alone in a place like this. I can't do much to help you, but I'll take this painting. You should hurry home," he said.
The pregnant woman smiled and thanked him, watching his retreating figure. This person was worth redeeming.
At a hidden casino deep in the city, another gambler, Wang Xiao, sits at the gambling table. He looks at the cheaters, loan sharks, and the gamblers and host who have been ruined.
"If you lose, leave. If you win, stay," he said calmly.
A gambler picked up the dice with a smile, thinking he could make a profit tonight. However, just as the dice were about to fall, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if the eyes of death were staring at him.
Wang Xiao smiled as he put away the dice and stood up. "Let's end the game here tonight."
He walked out of the casino, and behind him came a burst of chaos and screams. Those people might not understand why he did this, but he knew that all of this was part of the process he had to go through to find redemption.
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