The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 52 Merit List

Li Hao summoned his soul, and a golden soul image flew out from the top of his head and patrolled the sky.

Soon, Li Hao found two wandering children in the corner at the edge of the village.

His body did not move, but his spirit swooped down, and with a flick of his hand, the ground was stirred up with dust and stones shot out, piercing through the two remaining fish that had escaped the net.

Dead River is 90% complete.

Li Hao turned around in spirit and took a step forward, traveling fifteen miles. The next moment his figure appeared directly next to the black-robed scholar in the back mountain of the village.

Noticing the sudden appearance of Li Hao, the black-robed scholar was slightly startled.

Li Hao had already noticed that this black-robed scholar was different from the villagers outside. His expression was not numb, but he had independent thinking.

The female soul lying on the back of the black-robed scholar suddenly looked up and stared at Li Hao with cold eyes.

"People of your level shouldn't be here." The black-robed scholar said softly.

Li Hao said: "I didn't mean to, I came in accidentally."

The black-robed scholar was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can you let me finish my work first before you start?"

Li Hao saw that he was holding an oil palette in one hand and a brush stained with blood in the other. There was a portrait of a woman on the easel in front of him.

The appearance of the woman in the painting was quite similar to the one on his back.

"You also like painting?" Li Hao was quite surprised. He didn't expect that a dead person would have such leisure time.

The black-robed scholar did not answer, but just picked up his brush and began to sketch on the paper.

Seeing this, Li Hao came over to watch with great interest.

The painting skills of this black-robed scholar were pretty good, and among the people he had met before, he was considered top-notch.

"You seem a little different from the villagers outside." Li Hao said.

The black-robed scholar frowned. He didn't like being disturbed when he was painting, but Li Hao's strength made him unable to resist.

"They are just my slaves." The black-robed scholar said calmly.

"So, you are the one who breeds the obsession of this dead river." Li Hao said: "If you are eliminated, this dead river should be destroyed."

"You can't kill me."

The black-robed scholar said indifferently: "Even if this place is destroyed, I will come again."

"Since you're already dead, why don't you want to be reborn?" Li Hao sighed.

The black-robed scholar paused his writing hand for a moment, a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly he seemed to think of something he was afraid of, and the words stopped at his lips.

He sneered a few times, ignored Li Hao, and began to concentrate on drawing.

Li Hao paced around him, looking around, and seeing that the black-robed scholar no longer paid attention to him, his eyes shifted to his paintings.

The pen was stained with blood instead of ink, which gave the painting a rather gruesome look.

But Li Hao looks at the inner painting skills.

"Your brush strokes here are too soft."

Seeing that the details were not in place, he couldn't help but remind:
"There's not enough blood here. You need to apply more, one stroke at a time, and let it spread out. This way it will look natural."

"..."

The black-robed scholar paused holding the pen. He turned his head and looked at Li Hao quietly: "You also know how to paint?"

"A little bit."

The black-robed scholar looked at Li Hao. Although he only had the strength of the Soul Successor Realm, he relied on the special power of the Dead River to exist. He was trapped in this place called Tan Palace Academy for hundreds of years.

Over the past hundreds of years, many warriors have entered this place, some strong and some weak. The strong ones are even more terrifying than the young man beside him, and can destroy the entire Muhe village with a wave of their hands.

The weak ones were just like the villagers outside. Over the hundreds of years, many had died tragically in the village. Some of the more outstanding ones rushed to him, but were killed directly by him without mercy.

I have seen all kinds of people, but people like the young man next to me are very rare.

Although he is very young, his martial arts are terrifying and he even knows some unconventional skills.

"The art of painting is unfathomable. No matter how smart you are, you can't master it by just spending a little effort." The black-robed scholar said, and then ignored Li Hao and continued painting.

Damn, I'm being modest, but you're really out of breath? Li Hao glared slightly. Does this guy think his painting skills are amazing?

If you say martial arts is cool, I can tolerate it, but what about comparing your painting skills?
"The art of painting is indeed unfathomable, but unfortunately, you are just a layman." Li Hao no longer showed any mercy and said directly.

"what?"

The black-robed scholar raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at Li Hao coldly.

"There are at least sixteen mistakes in your painting. It is so rigid. You really lack spirituality!" Li Hao said bluntly, no longer showing mercy to this fellow artist.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The black-robed scholar lost his calmness. His face, as pale as a death, turned red with anger and excitement. He glared at Li Hao.

"Here, here, here..."

Li Hao pointed at various spots on the drawing paper and said, "They are all flaws. You can't see them because your level is too low!"

"you!"

The black-robed scholar was shaking all over, and the woman lying behind him was covered in black mist, as if she was ready to fight Li Hao to the death. Li Hao was naturally not afraid. The angry Jihun Realm was only Jihun Realm. Do you think you can still turn into a golden-haired person?
"Give me the pen."

Without saying a word, Li Hao snatched the pen from his hand, then tore off the piece of drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside.

Seeing his hard-earned painting being trampled upon like this, the black-robed scholar could no longer endure it and flew into a rage, screaming.

His originally calm and handsome face suddenly became twisted and hideous, and terrible blood seeped out of his seven orifices, gurgling.

The black robe on his body also flew up, revealing the blood color inside the robe.

This was actually a blood-stained robe that had been stained with blood for who knows how many years. It only looked black because the blood had dried and settled.

Li Hao didn't even bother to look, his spirit flew out, and easily held down the heads of the scholar and his spirit image, pinning them both to the ground, unable to move.

Li Hao couldn't understand why he had the nerve to be angry after being painted like this.

It's obviously me who should be angry!
His eyes became focused, and his heart was devout towards the painting.

Li Hao picked up the brush and started painting with swift movements. The blood on the tip of the brush splashed, and the lines were natural, with distinct layers of lightness and heaviness overlapping.

Soon, the blood on the tip of the brush was almost gone. Li Hao picked up the scholar, wiped his face with the brush, stained it with blood, and then painted again.

In a moment, a lifelike beautiful woman, standing sideways and gently lowering her head, appeared on the drawing paper, as if she were in a painting.

It was still the same portrait of the woman from before, but this time, it was more vivid.

The best way to punish someone who is stubborn is to defeat him in the way he is most proud of.

Li Hao let go of the black-robed scholar and said calmly, "Compare again. If you still can't see the difference, then don't touch the pen anymore and go to the village to plant crops."

The black-robed scholar was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He asked him to grow crops?

He was about to pounce on it in anger, but suddenly his whole body froze, and the corner of his eyes fell on the drawing paper, and he could not leave it anymore.

Ah Yue...

The black-robed scholar stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit hard.

He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, his body trembling slightly as he was about to pounce.

Immediately, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

Ah Yue, is that you?

Is it really you...

The black-robed scholar hurriedly and eagerly approached the painting, his steps staggering. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the woman on the paper, but when his fingers were about to touch, he reacted in panic and did not dare to move forward, for fear of dirtying the woman's face.

His shoulders twitched slightly, and tears and blood flowed out.

The soul of the woman lying on his back was also staring at the painting in a daze, and some thoughts seemed to gradually emerge in her dark and fierce eyes.

"How's it? How's it compared to yours?"

An untimely voice from the side broke the black-robed scholar's immersion.

He was stunned for a moment, then reacted and looked at Li Hao next to him.

Looking at the young man's slightly proud look, he was not angry this time. Instead, he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, kneeling in front of Li Hao.

"Thank you……"

The black-robed scholar lowered his head, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for letting me see Ah Yue again."

So the woman in the painting is called Ah Yue? Li Hao raised his eyebrows, but didn't care. Seeing that the other party had already given up, he immediately helped her up: "This painting is unfathomable. Not only do you have to understand it by heart, you also have to have spirit..."

While Li Hao was explaining to himself, the black-robed scholar turned his head and stared at the woman on the drawing paper.

The noise in his ears was automatically blocked out by him.

A long time, a long time.

Li Hao was talking until his mouth was dry. Seeing the person in front of him was actually dazed and absent-minded, he was furious: "Did you hear that?"

The black-robed scholar came back to his senses and suddenly smiled at Li Hao. The color of his black robe gradually faded from black to blood red, then to light red, and finally turned into a white robe as a Confucian scholar.

Judging from the way he was dressed, it seemed that he was a scholar in his lifetime.

"My wish has been fulfilled, thank you benefactor..." The black-robed, no, the elegant scholar had a smile of relief and liberation on his face.

The soul-like woman behind him also dispersed the black mist at this moment, and transformed into the same appearance as the woman in the painting. In the void, she bowed to Li Haoying with gratitude in her eyes.

Afterwards, the figures of both of them gradually faded away.

"Ayue..." The scholar's figure gradually faded, and he muttered to himself with a smile on his lips.

Li Hao was stunned. What was going on?
At this moment, the palm of my hand felt hot and gold paper appeared.

On the golden paper, strands of golden characters seemed to be chiseling away at the paper:

[Progress 100%, clear Fengshan and Muhe, reward, merit . ]

【You have entered the merit list. 】

[The Dead River is about to disappear, please leave quickly. 】

(End of this chapter)