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It was nighttime.
Qingyun Dao Sect.
As the last bit of the remaining sun vanished, Ye Ping slowly heaved a sigh of relief.
“Eldest Senior Brother, the painting is completed.”
Ye Ping spoke with a smile.
He was quite confident in his painting skills. Besides, after joining the immortal sect, Ye Ping felt that he had improved in all aspects. Hence, he was pleased with the painting.
When Su Changyu heard Ye Ping’s words, he immediately moved and looked at the rice paper in front of Ye Ping.
It was three-ply superior-class rice paper that could be separated without affecting the quality. If properly stored, it could be passed down for more than thousands of years.
Rice paper as such was measured by foot, each foot costing one tael of gold.
Due to the fact that he had to include Su Changyu and the landscape in the painting, the paper had to be 4.5 feet long and 2 feet wide.
In other words, that piece of rice paper was worth eight taels of gold.
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However, Su Changyu did not know.
He looked at the painting.
In the painting, the evening sunset covered the sky and the Qingyun Mountain Range was as ethereal as an immortal land.
The lush greenery and in particular, some of the details, were extremely realistic.
However, the most eye-catching part of the painting was the man in it.
Only his side profile was painted but Ye Ping managed to depict his proud and indifferent aura of a Sword Immortal.
That man was naturally Su Changyu.
In the painting, he was towering over the cliff and gazing at the evening sunset. There was an indescribable mood that was absolutely beautiful.
“This is a good painting.”
Although Su Changyu was not very cultured, he did not go against his conscience when he made that remark.
Ye Ping’s painting was indeed not too bad and the only issue was that he failed to accentuate his handsome features thoroughly. However, it was not because Ye Ping’s skills were substandard but because he was too handsome. Hence, Su Changyu didn’t think much about it.
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Thinking that he was much more suave than Ye Ping, Su Changyu somehow felt happier.
“I’m glad that you like it, Senior Brother.”
Ye Ping smiled a little before taking out a square seal and stamping it on the upper right corner of the scroll.
That was his seal.
The words ‘Buddhist Qinglian’ were written on it.
“Senior Brother, please hold it.”
Ye Ping rolled up the painting and handed it to Su Changyu.
“Thank you, Junior Brother.”
Su Changyu nodded, but before Ye Ping could say anything, someone else interjected.
“Changyu, hurry and come here.”
It was Daoist Tai Hua’s voice.
“Little Junior Brother, continue comprehending the sword mark while I take my leave.”
After saying that, Su Changyu left quickly and walked towards Daoist Tai Hua.
Soon, Su Changyu arrived in front of Daoist Tai Hua.
“Master, what’s wrong? Have you borrowed some taels of silver?”
Su Changyu was a little curious, not understanding why Daoist Tai Hua suddenly asked to see him.
‘Could it be that he had borrowed some taels of silver?’
“No, but I have thought of a good solution.”
Daoist Tai Hua said with joy written all over his face.
“You’ve thought of a solution? What is it?”
Su Changyu was rather surprised. He couldn’t imagine, with Daoist Tai Hua’s wit, what other solution he could come up with apart from taking a loan.
“Changyu, I may not have borrowed any silver this time, but I came across a pawn shop. Don’t we have a lot of things in the sect? Why don’t we pawn them all?”
“It might be difficult to get 100 taels of gold from pawning but we can at least get some silver. With some startup funds, we can think of another solution. We have two months, and everything is possible.”
Daoist Tai Hua explained smilingly.
“Pawn?”
Su Changyu looked a little helpless.
He thought his master had come up with some good ideas, but he didn’t expect it to be such a terrible one.
The main issue was, what else was valuable in the Qingyun Dao Sect?
“Sect Leader, will it work?”
Su Changyu remained skeptical.
“It must work. If all else fails, I’ll have to pay a visit to my distant cousin whose family is rather wealthy. 200 taels of gold are probably peanuts to her.”
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Daoist Tai Hua said seriously.
“You have a distant cousin? Why didn’t you tell us earlier? Why do we have to pawn the items then? We can just go look for her now.”
Su Changyu didn’t think his master would actually have a distant cousin.
“Well, you don’t understand, this cousin of mine has a bit of an eccentric personality
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At the mention of his cousin, Daoist Tai Hua was a little embarrassed.
“A little eccentric? That’s normal. All rich individuals are eccentric.”
Su Changyu was not bothered.
“No, she has a peculiar habit. She’s very lustful towards men.”
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Daoist Tai Hua said seriously.
“Lustful towards men?” Su Changyu asked with a frown and he thought, ‘Isn’t that normal?’
“Ah, it’s not what you think it is. In a nutshell, I will not look for this cousin of mine unless it’s the last resort. Okay, cut the crap and follow me down the mountain. Let’s go, let’s stop delaying.”
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Daoist Tai Hua did not elaborate.
Ignoring everything else, he pulled Su Changyu down the mountain.
On the cliff at the back, Ye Ping was clueless about what happened.
After Su Changyu left, Ye Ping continued with his epiphany.
He wanted to comprehend the sword momentum sooner, but after mastering the complete sword technique, Ye Ping vaguely felt that perhaps it would not take long for him to comprehend the sword momentum.
Thinking of this, Ye Ping turned to look at the sword mark on the ground, slipping into a state of epiphany again.
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Perhaps because he had mastered the complete sword technique, Ye Ping felt some changes when he looked at the sword mark again.
In his mind, the four figures kept performing the Four Thunder Sword Techniques.
A sword momentum suddenly spread in Ye Ping’s surroundings.
Weeds and leaves flew up, revolving around Ye Ping.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull sound of thunder resounded in the cliff and Ye Ping’s speed of epiphany was several times faster than before.
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It lasted till morning.
Ye Ping opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and a wave of terrifying sword momentum emerged from his body in an instant.
Phew!
An invisible wisp of sword energy appeared, swept up the weed and leaves on the ground, before striking a stone and forming a mark on the ground.
If Su Changyu was there, he’d probably drop his sword right away because of the shock. Overnight, Ye Ping actually condensed the sword momentum. Although it was only the beginning, it was still
 incredible.
At the same time.
In Qingzhou region.
Taiyue Sword Sect.
There were three major sects in Qingzhou, and the Taiyue Sword Sect was one of them. It was a first-grade immortal sect.
There were 3,000 elite disciples and it was a renowned sect.
At this moment, on Sword Epiphany Cliff of the Taiyue Sword Sect, a few young talents were seated below and comprehending sword moves.
There was an extremely sharp mark on the Sword Epiphany Cliff.
It was left behind by the first Sword Dao powerhouse of Qingzhou, Daoist Siji.
Indeed, it was Daoist Siji.
Back then, Daoist Siji owed a favor to the Taiyue Sword Sect, and now the Sect Leader of the Taiyue Sword Sect requested Daoist Siji to leave behind a sword mark in hopes that the younger generation of elites in the Sword Dao could comprehend it well.
The sword mark was left on the Sword Epiphany Cliff.
It was terrifying.
It even had the sound of thunder.
That was a real mark of sword intent.
Su Changyu’s sword mark was simply an insult to Daoist Siji.
At this moment, a soft sound of thunder filled the air all of a sudden.