Chapter 459: Ancestor Yao, Sword Intent Improvement (Two-in-One)

Bian Ruxue immediately used her divine sense to detect, and when she saw Li Hao behind the drawing board, she was slightly stunned, and soon remembered that the person was the alchemist who had come to deliver medicine to her earlier.

Is it him?

Bian Ruxue's eyes flickered, she stared for two glances, and finally shook her head slightly. He was in the mortal world, even if he also obtained opportunities like herself and came here, it was impossible for him to become an alchemist.

Although she didn't understand alchemy, she also knew that this Dao was different from cultivation and required long accumulation, and she had also heard of the name Alchemist Qingfeng recently. Such ability could never be achieved by Li Hao in just a hundred years.

At the same time, Li Hao was tracing seriously.

Under his careful observation with the painting heart, he noticed that the three Semi-Sages had noticed him, but they didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him, which also made Li Hao feel relieved in his heart.

As the brush and ink outlined, soon, the figures of the three Semi-Sages leaped onto the paper.

Then came the aura, the charm, Li Hao painted their unique spirit into it.

Time passed slowly, and the arena in front had already started fighting, but Li Hao was still immersed in the painting. Depicting the three Semi-Sages at the same time was definitely not simple. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this painting was painstaking.

For a long time, following the cheers of the spectator seats below, as well as the laughter and regret of Lin Shanhai and others' bets winning and losing, Li Hao returned from the extremely quiet full immersion to gradually returning his thoughts to his flesh. The surrounding disturbances surged in, and his painting was also completed at this moment.

As the pen fell, Li Hao felt a sense of smoothness all over his body, and experience prompts jumped out before his eyes.

Painting Dao experience +150394.

... 150,000? Li Hao counted carefully and confirmed he hadn't read it wrong, and couldn't help but be a bit stunned, but soon felt relieved again.

After all, it is a Semi-Sage, and there are three in the same frame!

At the same time, the panel prompted that the painting Dao had risen a stage, promoted to the eighth stage.

Art skill point +1.

And the experience required from the eighth stage to the ninth stage doubled, which was one million!

However, Li Hao believed that he would be able to fill it up soon by seeing many prodigies fighting in this Sword God battle.

Other inner disciples in the Four Standing Realms, even if each only provided him with a few thousand experience, couldn't withstand the large quantity.

When the painting Dao experience was promoted to the eighth stage, many painting Dao insights surged into his heart. After ten minutes, Li Hao gradually digested and absorbed them, and immediately had a brand-new understanding of the painting Dao.

The painting that had just been painstaking and full-effort was clearly flawed in his eyes at this moment.

It couldn't be said to be a flaw, but a problem of level.

The painting only stayed on the charm, without the integration of his own style, and he hadn't formed a deep connection with the painting himself.

Every top painter should possess their own style. This style is cleverly combined with the painting, neither abrupt nor abrupt, but can make people identify who the painter is at a glance.

Li Hao understood in his heart, and immediately wanted to put away the painting paper and make another one.

But suddenly, a voice came into his mind: "I want this painting of yours, what do you need?"

This was a woman's voice, calm and cold, as if carrying unquestionability.

Li Hao was slightly stunned, looked up, and saw the woman among the three Semi-Sages, staring at him quietly.

When their eyes met, Li Hao immediately knew that the one who transmitted the sound to him was the other party.

He immediately transmitted back: "If the senior likes it, I can give it to the senior. My painting is not for sale."

"It has a bit of backbone."

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she transmitted: "Since that's the case, then I'll accept it directly. If you have any needs in the future, you can report my name. I am Ancestor Yao."

Ancestor Yao... Li Hao remembered this name, nodded, and transmitted: "If the senior doesn't dislike it, I can paint another one for the senior alone. My hand was raw just now, and the performance wasn't good enough."

"Oh?"

Ancestor Yao's eyes moved slightly. She had the idea of asking for a painting because her divine sense was constantly paying attention to Li Hao's painting. When Li Hao fell pen and painted, she had a feeling of amazement.

The self in the painting was more beautiful than what she saw in the mirror. It seemed to be her, but it seemed not to be her.

This made her like it in her heart, so she had the idea of asking for it.

If she painted one for herself alone, that would naturally be the best.

She intended to collect it in her own cave to appreciate, so as not to see the other two eyesores while appreciating herself...

Thinking of this, she glanced at the burly middle-aged man and the old man beside her, and transmitted to Li Hao: "Then you paint and let me see."

"Good!"

Li Hao agreed, dried the ink of the previous painting, rolled it up and put it aside, and then began to paint again.

This time it was painting Ancestor Yao alone. Li Hao's eyes were like torches, staring at Ancestor Yao.

With her permission, Li Hao's observation was no longer covered up, but generous.

Feeling Li Hao's gaze wandering all over her body, Ancestor Yao raised her eyebrows. No man had ever dared to be so bold and offensive.

If it were before, she would have slapped him to death in anger long ago.

But thinking that she had just transmitted the sound to find the other party, although she was a bit uncomfortable, she still endured it slowly, and at the same time used her divine sense to observe Li Hao's painting to see if the other party was really painting, or was deliberately spying? Among the Semi-Sages of the Sword Ancestor Sacred Land, Ancestor Yao's fame was extremely great, originating from her peerless appearance, and when she was young, she was the top Holy Daughter of the Sword Ancestor Sacred Land. Hundreds of years ago, she had defeated everyone in the same realm and then stepped into the Semi-Sage.

Now she cultivates her body and nature, without the killing and coldness of the past, but with a bit more composure and nobility.

With the observation of divine sense, Ancestor Yao soon discovered that Li Hao was not taking the opportunity to blaspheme and offend, but was really observing and painting seriously.

Every part of her body, whenever Li Hao's gaze condensed, the brush and ink in Li Hao's hand also outlined accordingly.

Ancestor Yao's eyes flickered, and the trace of anger and discomfort in her heart gradually disappeared. She observed Li Hao's eyes, focused and pure, without any lust, but rather like a very simple appreciation of a kind of beauty.

This kind of gaze gave her a faint sense of pleasure in her heart.

It was completely different from the obscure gazes of those inner disciples who secretly spied on her, including some Holy Sons.

Ancestor Yao had heard of the name Alchemist Qingfeng before, but didn't take it seriously. Even if it was a high-level alchemist, the help to her now was extremely limited, unless it was to refine pills for the disciples under her sect.

But now, she somewhat appreciated this Alchemist Qingfeng.

As time passed, the disciples' battle on the arena was hot, and the cheers outside the spectator seats were also loud. In this noisy and lively environment, Li Hao had a feeling of sitting alone in the deep mountains, revealing a deep and calm tranquility all over his body.

He painted quietly and watched quietly.

Ancestor Yao also had no intention of watching the disciples' confrontation, using her divine sense to follow Li Hao's pen, watching him outline herself with one stroke and one ink.

For a long time, after Lin Shanhai and the others' bets ended for the second time, Li Hao's second painting was also completed.

As Ancestor Yao's figure leaped onto the white paper, Li Hao's experience prompts jumped out before his eyes.

Painting Dao experience +42320.

This time it was painting alone, and it was the second time, the experience was obviously less, but still terrible.

The previously overflowed experience was over seventy thousand, and now, adding this forty-two thousand, one-tenth of the million experience needed to reach the Ninth Level was completed in the blink of an eye! Li Hao felt that once he finished shearing the wool of the three Semi-Sages, he could probably fill half the bar.

And at this moment, the Ancestor Yao on the painting paper was more beautiful and moving than the previous joint painting. Although Ancestor Yao was just standing quietly, and there were other figures in the surrounding environment, but at this moment on Li Hao's painting, she was alone, like a green lotus on a snow mountain, quietly blooming her fragrance and beauty, with a kind of otherworldly and refined temperament.

The ink-sketched eyes carried tranquility and a trace of faint sadness, like thick fog that couldn't be dissolved. That look made people heartbroken and lingering.

Ancestor Yao looked at herself in the painting and was a bit lost.

Her appearance was as quiet as stagnant water, but the self in the painting revealed the hidden emotions in her heart.

That feeling was as if her inner heart had been spied on.

Can he understand her sadness?

Ancestor Yao was stunned, and then her divine sense shifted to Li Hao, staring at his eyes.

"Ancestor Yao, your painting is ready."

Li Hao fell pen, looked at the painting, and found it quite perfect. Although he knew that when his painting Dao improved, the painting in front of him still had room for improvement, but for now, it was his most perfect performance.

Ancestor Yao's divine sense was withdrawn, but her voice became calm instead, saying: "I see it, I'll accept this painting, and owe you a favor."

After speaking, the painting paper on Li Hao's drawing board disappeared out of thin air.

And Ancestor Yao stood there, her body motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Li Hao didn't see what kind of means this was, and felt awe in his heart. Just a Semi-Sage made him unable to see through it at present, let alone that he would have to take revenge on that Void Sage in the future.

"Ancestor Yao is polite. My painting is only given to those who know how to appreciate it. As long as Ancestor Yao likes it." Li Hao transmitted back.

Ancestor Yao didn't respond again, her eyes revealing indifference, as if looking at the arena.

But her divine sense was quietly overlooking Li Hao from high altitude.

And Li Hao waited for a moment. Seeing that the other party didn't transmit again, he didn't say much, immediately picked up the pen again, and continued to paint. This time it was still the three Semi-Sages painted together.

Seeing Li Hao continue to move the pen, Ancestor Yao withdrew her divine sense, and her gaze returned to the arena in front.

It's just that she remembered Li Hao's appearance in her mind.

As the battle on the arena continued to be hot, Li Hao's third painting was also painted.

The experience this time dropped to about 120,000, still extremely rich.

Li Hao was not surprised. Just as he wanted to pick up the pen again, a majestic man's voice came into his mind: "Just paint a little, don't go too far."

Li Hao was slightly stunned, and looked at one of the Semi-Sages. It was the burly and towering man.

The other party's eyes also cast a warning gaze at Li Hao.

Seeing this, Li Hao had to transmit: "I have offended you, senior, please forgive me."

It was indeed an offense to go painting rashly without anyone else's permission; he smiled bitterly in his heart. The opportunity to continue shearing their wool was gone, but Elder Yao should still be willing to let him paint her.

But Li Hao didn't continue to paint Ancestor Yao, but his gaze fell on the arena below. When he visited Ancestor Yao in the future, he could ask to paint again. Now this grand event was also a rare painting scene. Most importantly, he could also use this to collect cultivation techniques.

Painting earlier, he missed some sessions, but those who won later would continue to compete, and he would be able to see them then.

"This time it's Jing Feng. I heard that when he was in the Taiping Dao Realm, he condensed seven-fold Dao domains, which is extremely terrible, and his sword technique has also reached a very high level. Now that he has reached the Hearing Dao Realm, he is also famous among the inner sect prodigies. Guess if he can win all ten battles?"

Zhao Yingzhen recognized the young man defending the arena and said to Lin Shanhai and others with a smile.

"Seven-fold Dao domain? That's outdated news. Before he crossed the Hearing Dao Realm, he already had nine-fold Dao domains."

"I heard his age is only seventy-something now, too young. However, he is a disciple of a Semi-Sage, was accepted as a disciple by that Mountain Ancestor since childhood, and was born into a famous family. It is understandable that he can achieve such achievements at this age."

"That's right, back then Ancestor Yao entered the Hearing Dao Realm in one sixty-year period and defeated all other Holy Daughters. That was truly stunning."

Other alchemists were also communicating and praising.

They were all in the same circle, and they all spoke easily.

Li Hao was a bit surprised when he heard them mention Ancestor Yao, and looked at Ancestor Yao, but saw that the other party seemed to have looked over here too.

But when their eyes met, the other party seemed to just sweep over lightly and didn't stay.

Li Hao didn't expect that this Semi-Sage could be so stunning when she was young. Sure enough, those who could become Semi-Sages were all top prodigies in the past.

This is why the adverse situation becomes more and more difficult. Those who can cultivate to this level can also kill enemies across borders and be unparalleled in the past.

Semi-Sages are already so monstrous, let alone those Sages.

"Don't say so much, bet, it's about to start." Lin Shanhai said lazily.

Several people placed bets one after another.

Li Hao also looked at the arena defending the arena, where a young man with a slender figure and graceful demeanor stood.

The other party's aura was not hidden, but naturally revealed, like a true dragon standing on the arena, seemingly gentle and elegant, but the momentum was extremely domineering.

Soon, someone came to challenge.

But soon he was defeated. The young man just released the Dao domain and suppressed him so that he couldn't move.

Then came the second person, the third person, and people came to the stage one after another, but they were all easily defeated by him. Until the seventh person, the other party seemed to be an inner sect prodigy, the two Dao domains suppressed each other, and they drew their swords to fight.

Both sides' sword techniques actually had the sword momentum of the peak of the seventh stage, and the momentum was fierce.

"Already learned the fur, whether to record?"

Prompts jumped out before his eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Hao's mouth, choosing yes.

Soon, successive movement techniques and sword techniques were recorded into his panel.

There were four more cultivation techniques in the panel, which were the movement techniques and sword techniques performed by the two fighting people.

With the recording of the cultivation techniques, a large amount of information surged into his mind. Li Hao digested and absorbed it, savored it slowly, and soon mastered it. The movement technique was not as good as these two, but the insight of the eighth stage of sword technique pushed the sword techniques of these two to a higher level, realizing their sword intent! In this way, when Li Hao watched again, he found that the sword moves of these two seemed fierce, but in fact, the flaws were obvious.

If one realizes the sword intent, one sword can break the other's sword momentum!

If the momentum is not condensed by intent, it is just loose and vulnerable! However, after realizing the sword intent of the other party's two sword techniques, Li Hao vaguely felt that his own "Only I" sword intent seemed to be more rounded.

His "Only I" sword intent can cut off everything he wants to cut off.

But to truly do it, one must have a very deep understanding of everything in the world.

Only by understanding can one crack it.

In other words, the more sword intents I collect, the stronger my "Only I" sword intent will be... Li Hao understood in his heart, and then felt a bit curious in his heart. Could it be that sword intent is divided into levels?

If I realize enough sword intent, will the "Only I" sword intent reach a truly perfect level?

Li Hao's eyes flickered. No matter what, the more sword intent he collected, the stronger his "Only I" sword intent would be.

Li Hao's divine sense was immediately dispersed, and at the same time, he watched the battle situation on the ten arenas.

Soon, prompts sounded one by one.

"Already learned the fur, whether to record?"

Yes, yes, yes! Li Hao confirmed constantly, and there were more and more cultivation techniques on the panel, but they were mainly concentrated on sword techniques and movement techniques. This Sword Ancestor Sacred Land was relatively pure, mainly respecting the sword Dao! Unlike the academy or other first-rate forces, which dabbled in various cultivation techniques.

The Sacred Land is headed by Sages, and Sages all have their own Sacred Dao, so cultivation is relatively single and pure.

This seems not comprehensive enough, but extreme purity, on the contrary, is easier to cultivate powerhouses who can stand on their own! When the sword technique is strong enough, the sword breaks everything.

When the fist technique is strong enough, the fist suppresses all laws! Cultivation realm in the Sacred Land will improve faster, not only because the energy here is thick, but more because it is pure!

Purity often touches the extreme.

Unless one cultivates to a certain level, reaches a bottleneck, and has no hope of progress, will one begin to slowly dabble in other cultivation techniques to increase one's comprehensiveness.

Through watching the match, Li Hao found that his movement technique was similar to ordinary inner disciples, but compared to inner sect top prodigies, it was much inferior.

The prodigies here have practiced hard for decades, and their movement techniques have basically reached about the sixth stage.

However, Li Hao has the Return to Void Extreme Realm, which can make up for the lack of movement techniques.

With the recording of sword techniques, Li Hao mastered more and more sword intents.

The sword techniques performed by each of these inner disciples are Dao-level sword techniques.

In the Sword Ancestor Sacred Land, the least lacking is all kinds of top sword techniques, and the inner disciples all practice this type, only the depth and level of their mastery are different.

Li Hao felt that after he recorded a circle, he had probably stolen ninety percent of the sword techniques in the Sword Ancestor Sacred Land.

These sword techniques, under his eighth-stage insight of sword Dao, all condensed sword intent.

With the improvement of dozens or hundreds of sword intents mastered, with Li Hao's current physique, he also felt his brain was a bit swollen, but his "Only I" sword intent also integrated more cognition and became more terrible.

When Lin Qingying practiced sword techniques earlier, Li Hao felt her weak mistakes, which he could easily cut off, but now, he felt that even if the other party fought with the strongest Supreme Soft sword intent, it would be easily cut off by him.

He drew inferences from one instance, glimpsed too many sword intents, saw too many shortcomings in sword intents, and his understanding of sword intent was already close to entering the Dao.

The battle below continued, and Li Hao was also watching quietly. The young man named Jing Feng earlier had already ended his battle, won the seventh battle, won ten consecutive victories, and directly promoted to the top hundred.

When the other party encountered a strong enemy in the tenth battle, he revealed the power of the three extreme realms to win, which also shocked the crowd.

These three extreme realms are the first three extreme realms, Divine Power, Heaven and Earth Pulse, and Heaven and Earth Dharma Image.

Especially the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image, which means that the object of his soul inheritance is not a Sage, but inheriting the soul with heaven and earth, which is basically the standard for becoming a Sage.

Those with this extreme realm mean they have the potential to become a Sage.

Li Hao only learned later that if there is no Heaven and Earth Dharma Image, even if you get incense, you can only carry two sticks of incense. At that time, becoming a Sage with two sticks of incense, you can only stop at the first realm of the Sage realm for life and cannot impact a higher realm, which belongs to the weakest Sage.

After all, without the spirit to accommodate heaven and earth, how can one accommodate all living beings?

Li Hao watched for several hours. At first, disciples from various arenas went on stage, and he could basically record different sword techniques and movement techniques, occasionally other cultivation techniques, but later it gradually decreased, and they overlapped with each other.

Despite this, it also made Li Hao gain a lot and be satisfied.

As there were gradually no more sword techniques to record, Li Hao also picked up the paintbrush again and began to paint.

This time, he traced all ten arenas, including the numerous outer disciples below.

However, there were too many outer disciples, and Li Hao couldn't depict them one by one. The painting mainly focused on the inner disciples fighting on the ten arenas.

For this painting, Li Hao had already made full preparations in advance, taking out a huge scroll, tens of meters long.

Just the painting paper used on weekdays is difficult to fully accommodate the magnificent scene in front of him.

Watching Li Hao's actions, Shi Huajin and the others nearby were surprised. When they saw the brushwork Li Hao was sketching bit by bit, they were all somewhat shocked. They could tell at a glance that Li Hao's painting skills were indeed extremely exquisite, not just a simple hobby, but something with very deep attainment.

This time, Li Hao painted even more slowly, fully focused, sketching with meticulous care.

Slowly, a vast and magnificent scene of the battle on the ten arenas gradually appeared on the paper, extending bit by bit, and the figures of those inner sect disciples became vivid.

In the distance, Elder Yao noticed the huge scroll Li Hao had taken out, and when her spiritual sense probed over, she was immediately somewhat surprised.

Soon she understood Li Hao's intention, a trace of realization appearing in her eyes, and a faint smile on the corners of her mouth.

Such a magnificent scene, if it could be painted and preserved, was indeed a matter worth commemorating.

It was just that in their daily lives, they were all martial artists; where would they have such a mindset and leisure to delve into this? "This Alchemist Qingfeng is painting the battle scene of the ten arenas; it looks very grand and imposing. After he finishes painting, why don't we purchase it and store it in the Sword Tower for decoration? It will also let those later disciples know the specific appearance of the Sword God Battle when they go to the Sword Tower to choose techniques."

Elder Yao suddenly proposed.

Beside her, one of the Semi-Sages, Elder Shan, a burly middle-aged man, raised his eyebrows slightly. His spiritual sense probed over, and a trace of surprise also appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He thought for a moment and said, "Not bad, the painting skill is indeed remarkable, not just simple pen control and likeness; that unique charm is something I couldn't even manage if I were to copy it."

Although he had warned Li Hao earlier, it was only because he disliked being spied upon; he actually praised Li Hao's painting skills highly.

For martial artists, once their realm is high, their control over their bodies becomes more meticulous, and controlling a brush to depict things vividly is not difficult for them.

But what is difficult is this kind of charm, which is indescribable. They can see it, but they cannot see how it is achieved; it seems it is not something that can be done simply by painting until it is "like."

The old man glanced at it and did not speak, his gaze returning to the arena.

Seeing that no one objected, Elder Yao smiled. The Sword Tower is the place where all disciples in the Holy Land go to choose techniques. When the scroll is signed, the other party's name will also be known to people for generations to come.

In her view, whether it be commoners or princes and generals, everyone struggles for a lifetime just to leave their name for eternity.

And her proposal was to help Li Hao, to let him leave his name.

As long as the Sword Ancestor Holy Land exists forever, his name will be passed down forever.

A long time, a long time passed.

As the disciples' initial battle on the arena below drew to a close, this world-shaking painting by Li Hao was finally completed.

The ten arenas stood tall, the Holy Mountain was towering, and numerous inner sect pride disciples were gathered, their expressions all different, painted with meticulous detail; and those outer sect disciples were also a vast sea of people, and one could vaguely see the faces of many disciples who had entered the painting.

The weapons, sword Qi, and even the sword momentum they displayed during the battle on the arena were all captured by Li Hao, like an impassioned epic of battle.

This was an era belonging to the pride disciples, countless pride disciples brilliant and radiant, erupting with the most dazzling light.

Lin Shanhai and the others gradually lost the heart to place bets later on, all following Li Hao's brush and ink, watching the scroll. The style displayed on it was actually even more exciting than watching the battle below directly; it had a heart-stirring feeling that made one's blood boil.

With the lifting of the brush, the painting was finished.

Li Hao saw the prompt jumping out on the panel.

Painting Dao experience +762,892, seven hundred and sixty thousand!

For one painting, Li Hao had spent nearly a whole day's effort, painting from shortly after the great battle began until it ended.

And this painting also achieved an astonishing increase in experience, exceeding any painting Li Hao had done before!

Li Hao put away his brush, feeling a strong sense of fatigue. For him, this painting had also exhausted his heart and energy; having to observe everyone, and being meticulous, fully immersing himself, was no less than a hearty and thorough cultivation session.

However, upon seeing this huge experience prompt, Li Hao felt all his fatigue swept away.

Adding the previous experience, his Painting Dao experience was already close to a million! The scroll covered many inner sect disciples, but Li Hao knew that space was limited, and he hadn't depicted all the inner sect disciples.

Otherwise, if he had to paint every single disciple of the entire Sword Ancestor Holy Land, the experience would definitely not be as simple as a million, but at least over ten million! After all, just the outer sect disciples numbered over a million; even if each person only gave ten points of experience, that would be over ten million!

And most of these outer sect disciples were also in the Three Imperishable Realms; there was no way they would only give ten points of experience.

Li Hao leaned back in his chair, panting for a while, and smiled. Sure enough, the harvest this time was huge.

Later, as long as he painted a little more, he would be able to fill up his Painting Dao experience.

But what he needed to comprehend next was the Painting Dao! If he could comprehend the Painting Dao, he could break through the bottleneck and raise his Painting Dao to the Ninth Level. At that time, obtaining this Heart of Entering the Dao would allow him to raise his sword technique to the Ninth Level as well! Li Hao looked at the scroll before him; the magnificent and surging battle on it also gave him quite a feeling in his heart. Besides the painting experience, he was immersed in it, and his understanding of painting was even deeper.

With the completion of Li Hao's painting, the initial battle also ended.

The outer sect disciples below were excitedly discussing today's rankings, among which those inner sect disciples with greater fame became the objects of their discussion.

Li Hao had no interest in these things; once the ink on the painting dried, he rolled it up and put it away.

"Are you free? Come over for a moment."

At this moment, Elder Yao suddenly transmitted her voice to him.

Hearing the transmission, Li Hao was slightly stunned, looked toward her, and saw her gesturing with her eyes.

Li Hao was somewhat surprised, but after thinking about it, he stood up and said to Lin Shanhai, "Old Lin, Elder Yao is looking for me; I'll go over for a bit."

"Hmm?"

Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists were all stunned upon hearing this.

(End of chapter)