Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 588 Danqing Notes

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 Danqing Notes

Mu Weiwei was also stunned by this scene, her mouth slightly agape, her face full of disbelief.

"Marvelous!"

It was not until the Painting Immortal let out a cry of astonishment that Mu Weiwei came back to her senses.

She saw, on either side of the bluestone slab, as lotuses bloomed all over the ground, various flowers and plants grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just tens of seconds, not only lotuses but also a variety of fresh flowers and the embellishment of green grass adorned the sides of the bluestone slab.

Even the Painting Immortal’s detached courtyard seemed to have become a part of a floral sea scroll.

Shock adorned Mu Weiwei’s delicate visage. Although she could not understand the scenes unfolding before her eyes, she was certain of one thing: all of this was Qin Chuan’s doing.

Qin Chuan did not understand fine arts, nor did he understand color matching, but he was well-versed in the way of nature. His steps before leaving seemed ordinary, but each one was spaced with minute differences, and the force exerted with each step was varied.

When he left the courtyard, he had actually set up a miniature Spirit Gathering Array at the entrance.

This miniature Spirit Gathering Array will make this place one of the most spiritually enriched sites in Yandu. Under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, every living being here will thrive with vitality.

Those living here will also have their lives prolonged and be untouched by a hundred ailments.

Although Qin Chuan was turned down by the Painting Immortal, he did not bear any grudges; on the contrary, he gifted the Painting Immortal with a miraculous transformation.

"Weiwei, who exactly is he?"

After a while, the Painting Immortal looked at Mu Weiwei and asked.

With a complex expression, Mu Weiwei glanced towards the direction where Qin Chuan had disappeared and slowly said, "He is someone who could suppress the Nine Gates of Yandu with a mere gesture..."

She paused, and then continued, "A good person!"

"A good person?"

The Painting Immortal was a bit confused by Mu Weiwei’s explanation.

At the same time, Mu Weiwei’s words had greatly shocked the Painting Immortal. So young, yet capable of suppressing the Nine Gates of Yandu with a simple gesture.

Being a person of the Secular World, who wouldn’t know about the Nine Gates of Yandu?

They were the nine most elite families. Who could have imagined that such powerful families could be suppressed by a young man with a mere gesture?

Mu Weiwei quickly recounted everything that had happened at the Lu Family, including the fact that people from the Nine Gates of Yandu had been sent to fetch the Painting Immortal, only to be stopped by Qin Chuan. She left out no details and told everything to the Painting Immortal.

The Painting Immortal asked, "So, he came looking for me just to restore the original appearance of the person in the portrait through the Portrait Technique?"

Mu Weiwei nodded, "Teacher, he really had no ill will and holds great respect for you; otherwise, he wouldn’t have intercepted them when the Nine Gates of Yandu, all wanting to please you, secretly sent people to forcibly take you to the Lu Family."

The Painting Immortal suddenly fell silent.

Mu Weiwei also fell silent, then, as if she had made a certain resolution, gathered her courage to speak, "Teacher, although I don’t know why you decided to stop painting, I do understand that you must have your reasons for doing so."

"I’m not asking you to personally restore the elder’s original appearance in the portrait, just hoping for some guidance from you, and I will complete this work of restoration myself."

Only then did the Painting Immortal look up at the earnest face of Mu Weiwei. She suddenly sighed, her eyes red as she looked at Mu Weiwei and said, "Do you really think that it’s because I’ve stopped painting that I’m unwilling to help?"

Mu Weiwei was immediately stunned. Could there be another reason?

The Painting Immortal suddenly removed the gloves from her hands, revealing hands scarred with injury.

Her ten fingers were all slightly bent, clearly having been through the ordeal of burns, marred with wounds.

Although the wound had healed, the once charred skin has now largely recovered, with the freshly formed flesh still bearing a stubborn, dark red vitality.

"Teacher!"

When Mu Weiwei saw these hands, scarred all over, she could no longer control her emotions. Tears flowed like floodwaters breaking through a dam, instantly streaming down her face.

With a heart full of distress, Mu Weiwei looked at those hands, choking up as she asked, "Teacher, what happened to your hands?"

The Painting Immortal tried hard to contain her emotions, but couldn’t hold back the tears that silently slid down the corners of her eyes.

"It’s all in the past!"

The Painting Immortal finally said just this, without much explanation.

Although Mu Weiwei was unclear about how her teacher’s hands had come to be so injured, she was certain that such severe damage to her teacher’s hands must have been inflicted by someone else.

Otherwise, her teacher would not have said that it’s all in the past; in her eyes, there was an evident unwillingness, and a flash of hatred that quickly passed by.

A person honored with the title of Painting Immortal must have an extraordinary love for painting—only with sufficient passion and talent could one reach this point.

How could such a top-tier painter, who loved painting so much, easily give up her brush?

In the past, Mu Weiwei didn’t understand, but today, after seeing her teacher’s grievously injured hands, she did.

It wasn’t that she had stopped loving painting, but rather, her seriously injured hands could no longer support her in painting as before.

"Weiwei, you have great talent and you are sufficiently diligent. As long as you persevere, you will surpass your teacher one day!"

The Painting Immortal wiped away her tears, looking earnestly at Mu Weiwei as she spoke, "I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue painting in the future, but you can!"

Saying so, she took Mu Weiwei’s hand and led her into the house within the courtyard, retrieving a thick book from a bookshelf in the main hall on the first floor and handing it to Mu Weiwei with great solemnity.

"This is the notebook handed down to me by my teacher, which contains all the creative insights of my teacher’s lifetime. It includes the Portrait Technique that can allow you to restore the true faces of those who have disguised themselves."

After handing over the notebook, the Painting Immortal looked at Mu Weiwei seriously and said, "From today onwards, this Danqing Notes is entrusted to you. Do not disappoint my expectations of you!"

Mu Weiwei’s hands trembled slightly as she held the Danqing Notes, her face full of excitement.

Although she had always called the Painting Immortal her teacher, she was, in fact, just one of the many students when the Painting Immortal taught at Yandu University, not a true disciple.

Now, the Painting Immortal had handed her teacher’s legacy notes to her, obviously considering her as her true disciple.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Mu Weiwei’s face was filled with gratitude, her delicate and pretty face serious and resolute as she said, "Rest assured, teacher, your student will not let you down!"

The Painting Immortal was clearly very happy. Her eyes flush with redness, she looked at Mu Weiwei with some excitement and said, "Good! Good! I believe in you!"

With a wave of her hand and a smile, the Painting Immortal said, "Go on, take this Danqing Notes and find that young man!"

After passing the Danqing Notes to Mu Weiwei, she suddenly felt much lighter, and the emotions that had been suppressed for an entire year returned to normal.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Mu Weiwei bowed respectfully and then turned to leave.

She knew Qin Chuan was still anxiously searching for the old man in the portrait, and now only she could help Qin Chuan.

Watching the rushing figure of Mu Weiwei leaving, the Painting Immortal’s face revealed a gentle smile, murmuring to herself, "Youth is wonderful!"