[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity":3,"chapter-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-80":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Name That Echoes Through Eternity",{"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},2282629,4466,"Chapter 80: The Poetic Imperial Prince","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>The ink on the canvas was still wet, and the Water Qilin knew that touching it now would smudge the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at it closely for a moment, growing more fond with each glance; the faint irritation from being woken had long vanished, and her beautiful eyes turned to Li Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you paint this for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you like it, Elder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao saw the delight in her eyes and exhaled in relief, smiling: “If you like it, it’s yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin smiled, as if the entire cold pool brightened; she chuckled softly: “I never expected a human would be such a skilled painter—this is truly excellent. I feel as though I’m standing right on the paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m glad you like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Painting isn’t just replication—it’s artistic refinement, like adding a filter. Naturally, it looks better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao glanced at her twice, then asked quietly: “Elder, would you mind if I painted you in your current form?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Water Qilin didn’t reject it; instead, she regarded Li Hao with keen interest: “You can paint me too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Painting? As long as you cooperate, I could paint you all day!” Li Hao laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, then paint me another one,” the Water Qilin agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao quickly agreed—this was a rare chance to reap rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder, please stand by the edge of the pool, tilt your body slightly—yes, just like that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao had her assume a side pose, her exquisite red face framed against the emerald pool, like a gentle woman mourning by the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiftly picked up his brush and began sketching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a stick of incense burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second painting was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Painting Dao Experience +1738】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The experience gain hadn’t dropped much—likely because her transformed form was a different posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Li Hao handed the painting to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin glanced at it, her eyes instantly brightening—the woman in the painting looked sorrowful, her brows heavy with melancholy, radiating an otherworldly loneliness and frosty purity, like a water lily drifting beyond the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… is me? The Water Qilin felt the woman in the painting was far more beautiful than her own true reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that faint, unyielding sorrow in her brows—wasn’t that exactly her own heart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone in this cold pool for a thousand years, the Sandalwood Palace was human land—but not hers… Amidst the bustling human city, she felt even more alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed at the painting, slowly becoming entranced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her lost in thought, Li Hao made no sound to disturb her; instead, he quietly adjusted the canvas and once again sketched her absent-minded expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an age without photographs, his paintings could freeze time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao figured most people would find this appealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the third painting was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Painting Dao Experience +1541】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experience gain had slightly declined, but it was still enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just three paintings had earned him over five thousand experience points—pure profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Hao finished, the Water Qilin snapped out of her trance and asked: “Is it done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you noticed… Li Hao smiled inwardly. She’d clearly sensed him sketching, yet kept her dazed pose—she was cooperating on purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao nodded and turned the canvas toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the third painting, the Water Qilin’s smile deepened—the expression of reverie was lifelike, light slanting into her clear eyes as if holding countless thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had indeed briefly recalled certain memories from a thousand years ago—had he sensed that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This human boy could actually understand her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin looked at Li Hao, her gaze now far gentler: “Your painting skill is truly impressive. You said you’re from the Li family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Li Hao nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin regarded him with interest: “The Li family of the Divine General’s Mansion is famed across the land, but I’ve heard their clan rules are strict, and all members are warriors—how did they allow you to dabble in such a minor art?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Painting Dao isn’t necessarily a minor art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled slightly: “Besides, cultivation and painting don’t interfere. There’s always a time when cultivation tires you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao temporarily hid his Ten Thousand Forms attribute and released his fifteen-ri aura, then reactivated the attribute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin froze, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she stared at Li Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen ri? Yet his bloodline and physique still looked fresh and youthful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder, today you’re free—would you mind if I painted you a few more times?” Li Hao smiled, tempting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin glanced at the paintings in her hand, having already dried them with her power, then nodded: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled inwardly and immediately had her return to the edge of the emerald pool to continue painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, painting after painting was completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eleven paintings, the twelfth yielded only 351 experience points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though far less than before, it was still substantial compared to painting ordinary subjects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough for today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin took the latest painting, glanced at it twice, and her face lit up with a radiant smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you dissatisfied?” Li Hao asked, brush poised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin shook her head: “My attire today is too plain. Your skill is so exquisite—next time, when I’m dressed better, let me sit for you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao fell silent. Everyone loves beauty—he hadn’t expected such a great demon king to care so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought today’s appearance wasn’t beautiful enough? But Li Hao felt she was already ethereally stunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao didn’t press—there’d be plenty of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your name?” the Water Qilin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Hao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Water Qilin was slightly surprised—such a bold name, though acceptable if he were of imperial blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you, Elder?” Li Hao asked, seizing the chance to connect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I take the surname of the first palace master—I’m Song,” the Water Qilin smiled. “Song Qiumo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo… Li Hao nodded slightly: “Elder Song, I’ll come visit again when I have time—how should I call you then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just lightly touch the pool’s surface—I’ll sense it,” Song Qiumo smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao memorized it and nodded: “Farewell, Elder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo waved gently, turned, and floated away, the dozen paintings trailing behind her as she returned to the emerald pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She enveloped the paintings in her power, like a film shielding them from the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That dive… should get a perfect ten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao watched her enter the cold pool without a single splash, silently praising her. He didn’t immediately pack his canvas; instead, he began painting the pool and the cliff again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Water Qilin Song Qiumo wasn’t in them, even these breathtaking landscapes granted considerable experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao had tried constructing grand scenes or strange beasts in his mind and painting them—but the experience gained was minimal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know why—perhaps lacking certain details or spirit? He painted another four or five paintings of lonely cliffs and cold pools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gaining five or six hundred experience points, Li Hao felt it was time to leave—when suddenly, he heard someone reciting poetry: “Solitary peak, steep cliff, worn thin with sorrow, white clouds drift like heaven’s tears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where does the path ahead lead? Who understands my heart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a figure strolled slowly toward them. When he saw Li Hao by the pool, Li Hao turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met—they recognized each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial Prince?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao was startled—this man was one of the two princes of the Jia Courtyard, seemingly named Jiang Hanxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing also recognized Li Hao. If anyone had stolen the spotlight in the Jia Courtyard today, it was unquestionably this Li family young master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the Jia Courtyard, he’d noticed Wang Han and Li Hao and the other Divine General’s Mansion disciples—but hadn’t approached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, remembering he’d just recited poetry while walking here, Jiang Hanxing felt his face burn—heavens, why was there someone here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this fellow was the son of a military general—he probably couldn’t appreciate poetry anyway. After the brief glance, Jiang Hanxing forced his flush to subside and greeted with a smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li family young master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao responded formally—he had no interest in imperial clan members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, another prince, Jiang Ye, had come shortly after school began, seeking to befriend him and Li Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the boy’s ambition was too obvious. Li Hao had no desire to get entangled in such imperial complications, so he ignored him and told Yuan Zhao to avoid these people—this was water they couldn’t easily wade into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing studied Li Hao’s canvas curiously. If Li Hao were training here, he wouldn’t be surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why with brush and ink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering Li Hao had been granted special entry into the Black-and-White Hall—already at least a Soul Continuation cultivator—his gaze grew subtly more serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sketching from life,” Li Hao replied casually, then turned his gaze away and began mixing ink again, preparing to paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing was slightly surprised, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes—he had secretly paid special attention to this Li family young master back in the A Yard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the name was personally bestowed by his father, the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, after he came to understand things, his mother had told him this story; on the day he enrolled, he couldn’t help but take extra notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Li Hao’s conduct had indeed been unlike that of ordinary people—he had previously felt regret, thinking the young man had been overly favored, coddled by the Li family into a pampered wastrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after hearing Su Ye’s words today, he realized this was a hidden genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Field research?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing walked over curiously and saw Li Hao sketching with his brush—the lone mountain and cold pond on the paper were rendered with striking vitality and depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born into the imperial family, though he had trained in martial arts since childhood, he loved poetry and books—he couldn’t fail to recognize such exceptional skill in painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Hao finished, Jiang Hanxing couldn’t help asking, “Young Master Li, you can paint too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao didn’t even turn his head, continuing to brush: “Aren’t you good at poetry too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of poetry, Jiang Hanxing’s face flushed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked it, yes—but “good” was another matter entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did understand a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that poem he’d just recited hadn’t been carefully composed; the diction and phrasing had been spontaneous, meant only to vent his inner frustration, not refined at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Li also understands poetry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing was quite startled, his interest piqued: “Then why not compose a poem yourself, Young Master Li?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Compose poetry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao glanced at him—he already had three full levels of poetry experience but hadn’t yet grasped the Poetic Heart; composing poetry was something he had no actual experience with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. How about using this cold pond in your painting as the theme? Let’s each compose a verse together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing felt the urge to challenge him in poetry—he wanted to compare their skills, to redeem his own hasty poem and avoid being thought truly inept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao looked over: “Cold pond? You go first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Young Master Li, you go first—I’m shallow in talent and need more time to prepare,” Jiang Hanxing hurriedly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao didn’t think he was being modest—he’d heard that awful poem Jiang Hanxing had just recited, and the rhymes weren’t even right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao, easygoing and unbothered, simply recited: “Li Bai was about to set sail on his boat, when suddenly he heard singing from the shore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The waters of Peach Blossom Pond are a thousand feet deep, yet still not as deep as Wang Lun’s farewell gift to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished reciting, yet kept painting without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, reciting a poem by the Immortal Poet would have earned him at least a hundred experience points—but now his experience was already maxed out, and he gained none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To respect the original, he hadn’t changed a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doesn’t fit the setting? Who cares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing listened, pleasantly surprised—this poem had some real flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Li, you didn’t compose this on the spot, did you?” Jiang Hanxing said. The scene described didn’t match their current surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just tell me—is there a pond in it?” Li Hao replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing fell silent. There was a pond, yes—but where were the peach blossoms? There wasn’t a single peach tree here! He thought a moment, then asked, “Did you write this yourself, or...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His suspicion was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t find another author of this poem in this world,” Li Hao said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing, taken aback by his confidence, asked: “Then who is this Li Bai mentioned in the poem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s surnamed Li—naturally, an ancestor of my Li family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...And who is Wang Lun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ancestor’s top supporter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is a “top supporter”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your turn,” Li Hao glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing snapped back to himself, speechless—but fortunately, he’d just slipped in a little trick—he’d already written a poem about a cold pond waterfall, perfect to use today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not perfectly suited to the current scene, it was still far better than Li Hao’s absurd poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2211,"2026-06-20T02:15:40.176Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","708eedf97deab26d0ec5b7291db79edc6dd5c2894b54ce0ab8ede9ac75606148","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-81","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-79",929,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-cover.jpg"]