Chapter 2335 - 2333: Creating Divine Skills

Chapter 2335: Chapter 2333: Creating Divine Skills

After a while.

"Young master, the ink has been ground." Xiong Wang said respectfully.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded calmly.

He walked over, picked up the brush, dipped it in a bit of ink, and painted a stroke on the white paper, frowning, seemingly dissatisfied with the stroke.

"What’s wrong, young master?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s expression, Xiong Wang asked.

"It’s nothing to do with you." Zhang Xiaohao said, still frowning.

With a wave of his left hand, he threw the piece of scrapped paper into the trash can.

Raising the brush, he focused, but this time Zhang Xiaohao did not hurry to start, instead, he was contemplating, feeling the accumulation of his mundane experiences over the past half year, like a movie playing in his mind, all the scenes flashed by one by one.

After quite a while.

Zhang Xiaohao collected his thoughts, his eyes filled with the flavor of life, as if at this moment he was not a cultivator but just an ordinary person.

What lay before him was not just paper, and what he held was not just a brush, but the rules of life and nature.

His whole being was like ink, and the white paper was like the Three Realms, using his body as ink, gazing intently at the white paper.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao in this state, Xiong Wang was puzzled but dared not disrupt, keeping quiet and calm, not making a single sound, standing by and intently watching Zhang Xiaohao.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao moved, his hand holding the brush moved, lightly touching the white paper, leaving a mark of black ink, then swiftly moved across the paper, the brush dancing like a dragon.

One stroke after another, swiftly moving on the white paper.

As Zhang Xiaohao’s brush moved, a faint golden light appeared at the tip, leaving significant marks on the paper.

He did not use Spiritual Power, nor did he hold a spiritual brush; what he held in his hand was just an ordinary brush, even the white paper for painting was ordinary, without a speck of dust.

Yet the tip of his brush seemed to be inlaid with gold, with a majestic and unyielding aura, each time it touched the paper, it left a profound mark.

Thick and solid, carrying a sense of ordinary tranquility.

"Is this Hao Ran’s righteousness? Compared to before, it seems the young master’s Hao Ran’s righteousness has more than doubled!" seeing the scene, Xiong Wang said in shock.

He had seen Hao Ran’s righteousness before, having seen it many times on Zhang Xiaohao before.

But this scene was truly astonishing; without Zhang Xiaohao actively using Hao Ran’s righteousness, it naturally condensed at the tip of his brush, nurturing him. It was utterly astonishing beyond words.

Had he not witnessed it firsthand, Xiong Wang would never have believed his eyes, that Hao Ran’s righteousness could naturally nurture someone.

Zhang Xiaohao seemed indifferent to the scene, still immersed in his mundane experiences.

The brush in his hand moved like a dancing dragon, leaving streaks of ink; as time passed, after half an hour a landscape painting appeared on the paper.

Buzz!

As the landscape painting appeared, the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy within a hundred miles swirled and swiftly converged here.

In the air, it swirled and then all merged into the paper, and the golden aura flashed and vanished from the paper, only after quite a while did calmness restore.

Putting down the brush, placing it on the brush stand.

Zhang Xiaohao looked at the piece of white paper in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

"Young master, have a cigarette!" Xiong Wang flattered and handed over a panda cigarette, lighting it for Zhang Xiaohao.

Zhang Xiaohao squinted and took a puff, exhaling a thin stream of smoke.

"Let’s call it ’First Mastery’ then!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

He was lazy, even if he had created the Divine Skill himself, he didn’t bother to name it.

Just earlier, his accumulated insights burst forth, after contemplating numerous cultivation techniques, an idea came to him, to create his Divine Skill.

Though the Divine Skill might not be exceedingly powerful for top cultivators, for lower-level cultivators, it was a supernatural art! Utilizing minimal Spiritual Power to mobilize the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy, bursting with unprecedented power, if the opponent lacked a powerful contingency, this single Divine Skill could render one invincible at the same level.

The power was terrifying, to say the least.

"Ah! Young master, you actually created a Divine Skill?" Xiong Wang exclaimed in shock.

"It’s just an ordinary Divine Skill, in the hands of lower-level cultivators, it’s immensely powerful, but for mid to high-level cultivators, its effects are very limited, nothing too extraordinary." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Young master, even so, it’s remarkable! This is a Divine Skill! Judging by its terrifying prowess, anyone learning it would be unrivaled below the Nascent Soul Realm! Even the most ordinary Divine Skill, it is the strongest foundational Divine Skill, bar none!" Xiong Wang exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Xiaohao smiled and said nothing.

"Hang this painting on the wall, priced at a hundred top-grade Spirit Stones!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

"Young master, a hundred top-grade Spirit Stones, isn’t that too little?" Xiong Wang said.

"For someone destined!" Zhang Xiaohao smiled gently.

Lying on the recliner, he picked up a freshly washed apple and started eating, and also picked up a book to read.

Time flew by, and so did the morning.

"It’s time to eat, young master." Hong Yi came out from the backyard.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

"Huh! How did you turn into this?" Hong Yi asked curiously.

"It was young master’s idea." Xiong Wang chuckled.

The three returned to the courtyard and divided into two groups to eat.

As Zhang Xiaohao and the other two were dining in the backyard, a bashful youth entered the front hall, wearing a green robe with a determined look, his cultivation at the Golden Core Realm, but circulating with a powerful Evil Qi from within.

It seemed this green-clothed youth had killed many, hence the dense murderous aura.

The green-clothed youth had just arrived at Wangu Creation City not long ago, having been pursued by someone, barely managing to kill off the pursuers, but awkwardly found himself running out of all his treasures, with hardly any Spirit Stones left.

While dining at an inn, he overheard about a peculiar shop named ’Hong Yi’s Little Shop’, so he came over to try his luck, though not holding out much hope.