[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take":3,"chapter-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-34":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","If You Will Not Reject Me, I Wish to Bow and Take You as My Adoptive Father",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2276761,4454,"Chapter 34: Is This Me? This Is Definitely Not Me","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>“Old Saint, can you also awaken spiritual spirits?” Xiao Yu exclaimed, astonished and delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Zichen, a mere “western barbarian,” managed to summon such a mighty figure from the Netherworld?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that besides the Tiger Soul Seven Killings, Zichen possesses even stronger Dao arts or arcane techniques... wait, no—if Zichen knew the Soul-Seizing Spell, he wouldn’t need to send a Ghost Envoy to “call” her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t panic so desperately over her accidentally killing a mere minor ghost, dragging her down to kneel and kowtow in apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zichen lacks ability, yet he managed to summon a Painting Immortal who can infuse souls into paintings—is this due to connections, or sheer dumb luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter Saint smiled faintly: “At thirty-five, I traveled to Qixia Mountain out of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spent the night at the Qinglong Temple at the mountain’s foot, where the abbot hosted me with a grand feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the wine and revelry, I suddenly heard someone outside the wall mocking Qinglong Temple for living up to its name only in words—its ‘Green Dragon’ title had never once manifested a single true dragon’s deed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was drunk then, and upon hearing this, I immediately rose from my seat and shouted, ‘Zhang Yao is here—who dares say Qinglong Temple has no true dragon?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by the liquor, I seized my brush and splashed ink across the courtyard wall, painting a soaring green dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that fool shouldn’t have goaded me further, sneering that my dragon lacked eyes, too fake, too fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was utterly drunk, forgot the heavenly law forbidding painting dragons without dotting their eyes, and immediately dipped my brush to paint the pupils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu widened her eyes. “The dragon on the wall gained a soul and flew away?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, she’d heard this legend—the dragon-dotting-the-eyes tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Yu, you’re truly sharp! Correct—once I dotted the pupils, heavenly retribution struck immediately. Thunder shattered that wall and severed my already dim and treacherous path to immortality, alas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chapter Saint sighed in regret, an unyielding air of pride lingered in his brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is there a heavenly law forbidding dotting the eyes of painted dragons? You possess the skill to awaken divine spirits—Heavenly Emperor should reward you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once, the immortal Li Changgeng warned me in a dream: never dot the eyes of a painted dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is a celestial deity—his warning *is* the heavenly law. Other painting immortals may not receive such a warning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Chapter Saint sighed again: “I am a mortal; the dragon is a divine spirit. To create a divine spirit as a mortal disrupts the order of heaven and earth, and interferes with the authority of the great deities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly he slapped his forehead hard, the sound echoing sharply, his face filled with remorse: “I didn’t drink tonight—why did I slip up again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could I blab such secrets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, Miss Yu, you’re clever—forget this conversation as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, let’s begin the main matter—I shall awaken a spiritual spirit within a painting for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the old man lifted the rhinoceros-horn brush from the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he picked up the brush, to Xiao Yu’s eyes, he was merely an elderly man radiating divine aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he grasped the brush, an invisible scroll seemed to unfurl, and the entire world slipped into its confines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became the sole controller and creator of that painted world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu felt as if she’d fallen into a bubble where time slowed ten thousandfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts and body froze within the time bubble—her mind moved with agonizing slowness, her body immobile, yet faintly she heard the whispering scratch of the brush tip racing across paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some unknown moment, her soul shot out of her body with a *whoosh*, soaring infinitely upward, plunging into a dazzling, dreamlike ocean of colors, surrounded by radiant hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those colors were living, sentient beings—moving, whispering, speaking to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xiao Yu still listened to the murmurs of the “color spirits,” Chapter Saint’s voice suddenly rang in her ear—and her soul plummeted like an elevator with severed cables, hurtling into darkness...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!” She blinked several times, finding herself still in the dim, silent chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter Saint had already set down his brush and stood beside the table, his face filled with admiration as he scanned the newly completed “Beauty Painting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come take a look—do you approve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t shift his gaze from the painting, only raised his right hand and beckoned to Xiao Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu’s head felt foggy, exhausted yet wide awake, deeply uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the Saint’s call, she rubbed her temples and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant she saw the figure in the painting, she felt as if her own limbs had been severed and trapped inside the scroll—she longed to reclaim them, to reattach them to her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The style was profoundly classical, yet finer than any sketch—every detail of form and spirit captured, lifelike, as if a real person lived within the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good heavens, so beautiful! Clouds desire her robes, flowers her face; spring breeze brushes the railing, dew glistens thickly. Had I not seen her atop the Jade Mountain, I’d have thought her a fairy beneath the moon’s glow... Today, I truly believe it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu’s face and eyes glowed with awe and admiration; unconsciously, verses surged from her lips, pounding and thrashing inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clouds desire her robes... flowers her face... spring breeze brushes the railing, dew glistens thickly...” Chapter Saint’s faint smile froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked dazed, entranced, chewing the lines over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful, so beautiful—I’ve painted beauties my whole life, yet upon reflection, every single one was overshadowed by just a few lines of poetry...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu snapped back to awareness, seeing the old man’s glistening eyes, her mind raced—she blurted out praise: “Wonderful poem, wonderful poem! No wonder you’re the Old Saint! Even if I can’t read or understand poetry, I can feel its beauty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My poem?” Chapter Saint swiftly shed his dazed expression, his eyes sharp as he stared at Xiao Yu, coldly smiling: “You’re trapped, embarrassed—trying to hide your talent. I understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also understand that once this poem spreads, Xianyang paper will become priceless, and its author will be immortalized through eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you don’t understand—even if composing this poem earned you a heavenly ascension slot from the Heavenly Emperor, I’d never steal credit for such a masterpiece.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu lowered her head, embarrassed and ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Saint, I am guilty—I stole someone else’s poem, stole someone else’s fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I deeply admire the path of the noble gentleman, but if I speak the truth, no one believes me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She truly didn’t want to steal poems to show off—at least not now, the timing was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she’d just blurted out was pure emotion, spontaneous, no different from a common person exclaiming “Damn!” in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the painting depicted a graceful, jade-like dancer wielding a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerald sleeves veiled her pale wrists, silk skirts cinched her willow waist, crimson lips parted to reveal tiny pearls of jade, peach cheeks glowed with translucent radiance, almond eyes shimmered with tender charm, her flowing hair cut through the air with cold swordlight—her bearing exuded noble elegance, yet also fierce, swift grace like a startled swan or a roaming dragon...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a brute, facing this painting, would never shout “Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu outwardly appeared a barbarian, but inwardly she remained a civilized person, a graduate of a top university, her mind holding a few drops of ink still moist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the beauty in the painting had precisely struck that drop of ink—ink burst forth, becoming this poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas, I understand—it must be hard for you,” Chapter Saint sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu looked up sharply, seeing the old man’s pity and the unspoken “we are of the same kind”—she was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You truly understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter Saint grew angry again, his face stern, snorting: “You look down on me, think you’re the only genius born with innate wisdom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t boasting earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within three days of entering the art, from nothing to mastery, surpassing my master—so much so that my teacher’s Dao heart trembled and he broke his brush, never painting again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your poem is exquisite, but born from sudden, overwhelming emotion—technique... yes, there’s technique, but poetry is a minor art, far less complex and arduous than the path of painting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Is this the comprehension of a world-class genius? Amazing, incredible—ordinary mortals can never reach this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu’s face twisted into a knot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chapter Saint ignored her, lifted his brush again, and swiftly wrote four lines of poetry in the blank space of the scroll, adding the author’s name and date.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, the painting’s author’s name was visible; the poem’s author’s name, however, faded instantly after being written.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young friend, may we meet again under fate!” He dropped the brush, bowed to Xiao Yu, and his figure gradually faded and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu snapped back to reality and cried: “Old Saint, don’t go—this person in the painting isn’t me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yu’er, has Chapter Saint left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Zichen’s voice came from outside, followed by the sound of the door opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Painting Saint—no wonder he’s the supreme painter of the Central Kingdom! Excellent, truly excellent! Though it’s a sword-dancing painting, not the longing-by-the-railing, sorrow-filled scene I imagined, the sword is merely an accent—this painting emphasizes elegance and nobility, perfectly capturing your essence, Yu’er!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reaction was utterly unlike Xiao Yu’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Zichen carefully cradled the “Beauty Painting,” his face beaming with joy and pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, this isn’t me at all—it doesn’t look like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is you—it’s you, grown into a noble lady,” Guan Zichen declared firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Radiant as a flower, refined as jade... yes, endowed with celestial grace, blessed with divine beauty—excellent, a peerless beauty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Da’s ghostly head poked out from behind Guan Zichen, nodding thoughtfully: “It’s a fine painting, but is she really her? In terms of appearance alone, she doesn’t seem quite right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu nodded vigorously, agreeing: “I told you—it’s not me at all! Too beautiful, wildly inaccurate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Da glanced at her, sighed: “But she *is* you—your future self. This is a Painting Saint’s Shadow-Soul portrait—it cannot lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It merely means you’re currently too unkempt—you need years of proper upbringing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember: such a beauty as this, if prosperous, dwells in golden palaces; if destitute, lies forgotten in roadside graves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be cautious, be cautious! Strive, strive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old ghost even offered two poetic pieces of advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The difference is truly vast—not just in age...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even ignoring the soul’s connection, the beauty’s face did bear familiar features in her brows and eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Xiao Yu felt a sharp, visceral disconnect between the woman in the painting and herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep inside, she fiercely resisted the idea that this painted beauty could ever be her true future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, when she first saw the “Beauty Dancing with Sword,” she blurted “Clouds desire her robes, flowers her face,” not “One sword dance stirs all Sifang ”—because the sword in the painting was merely an accent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Beauty” was truly *dancing* with the sword, not a sword immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu’s beliefs stood in complete opposition to the “Beauty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would unswervingly pursue power, believing strength was the foundation of all beauty and freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would never treat the “sword” as an accent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, the “Beauty’s” peerless charm and grace were merely small pleasures, small accents in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chapter Saint had simply applied a beauty filter and painted her prettily, she might have feigned modest embarrassment—but inside, she’d be clapping and laughing: Perfect! If I can look this beautiful in the future, being reborn into this barbarian body isn’t so bad after all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could there be any issues with the Immortal's True Transmission Method?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any artistic work inevitably incorporates the author's personal thoughts and will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The personal style of ink-and-wash paintings is especially pronounced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao Yu suspects this painting contains Master Zhang's encouragement and expectations for her,\" Xiao Yu mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recalled the special effect of the ancient \"True Immortal's True Transmission Method\": soul-soothing and spirit-nourishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit infused by the Immortal was interacting with its original host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through daily proximity, the original host would absorb the spirit within the painting, strengthening their own spirit and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immortal surely meant no harm—but it was precisely the Immortal's goodwill that was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like many parents, they acted on their own initiative under the banner of \"for the child's own good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their intentions were good, but the effect... Xiao Yu now resisted it, yet in this world, a true noble lady would find this function of the Shadow God Painting far more wondrous than a strengthened soul—she would not resist at all, but rejoice immensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just Master Zhang—your father also fervently hopes the day will come when you are as elegant, refined, and noble as this,\" Hu Chen said, his gaze burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, when he looked at Xiao Yu, it was as if he saw the Emperor holding \"Great Destiny\" in his left hand and raising his right hand to beckon to him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2173,"2026-06-20T00:29:13.334Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3399278ba71b6064266f7d8b4363b7a3fab1bce68324e92edbd75de5b9ee2485","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-35","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-33",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fif-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-cover.jpg"]