Let the system try to save the world

"Power itself is neither good nor evil." Shen Haoyue drew a small orchid on his grandson's forehead with his index finger. "Children of your age should have a rebellious period."

"It's because of me that you've become so sensible, so sensible that it makes me feel distressed." Shen Haoyue sighed, "Go and do something big, beat up all those things that have made your life a mess."

The old man's eyes were full of concern and warmth, as if telling him that everything would be fine.

"Where should I go?" Shen Anzhi asked.

"Go to the Psychic Bureau." Shen Haoyue patted the back of his hand. The old man's hand was dry and warm. "At this time, all the elites of the Psychic Bureau are out in force. The rear is empty, and there will definitely be villains who will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in."

"My Shen family of Heavenly Masters, even at this point, is not something that can be trampled upon by any random person." Shen Haoyue said, "I and the earliest batch of Heavenly Masters of the Psychic Bureau have been on the battlefield, carried guns, and chopped off the heads of Japanese pirates."

"When I was young, I also saw the Xuanmen when the Three Heroes were there, the most prosperous time of Xuanmen."

"Go, my little orchid." Shen Haoyue said, "My era has ended here. Go and create a new era in your name."

Shen Anzhi nodded, turned around, and ran against the crowd towards the Psychic Bureau.

"Ah, old man." The old man staggered as he followed the crowd toward the nearest shelter. "I can't see you anymore."

As the Heavenly Master's bloodline faded, Shen Haoyue gradually lost the ability to see ghosts and identify monsters as he grew older.

"If you were here, please help him more because you watched this little flower of our family grow up."

Behind Shen Haoyue, a faint shadow raised its head, took a last look at Shen Haoyue's old back, and floated to Shen Anzhi's shoulder like the wind.

Shen Anzhi seemed to have sensed something. He touched his forehead, where a trace of a bright red orchid was left.

Little did he know that the last guardian spirit of the Shen family's Heavenly Master lineage had completely lost its mind at this moment and turned into Chun Ni who accompanied this last descendant.

Qin Xu has already arrived at the archives of the Psychic Bureau. In the current era of paperless office, there are obviously still a large number of files in Xuanmen that cannot be saved by computer.

Qin Xu followed the direction of the flow of spiritual energy. He ignored the files that said "I am precious" and "I am useful" and went straight to a hanging painting.

This is a tranquil and poetic painting, the paper has turned yellow due to the passage of time.

In the picture, a beauty is lying leisurely under a peach tree, basking in the warm sunshine.

"Open the secret realm by yourself." Qin Xu said coldly, "The fairies in the painting are no different from humans. Their only weaknesses are fear of water and fire. It's not easy for you to become a spirit. I don't want to kill my own kind."

The woman remained motionless like a painting, her long hair spread out on the green grass like a black waterfall, and her closed eyes revealed a hint of serenity.

Her red lips were slightly raised, as if she was smiling gently in a dream.

"I'm going to get the shredder." Qin Xu threatened.

"What a fierce little dragon." The fairy in the painting opened her eyes, she covered her lips and chuckled. She was wearing a light white dress and walked in front of Qin Xu as gracefully as a cloud.

"After all, the bloodline is impure." The fairy in the painting narrowed his eyes and waved a paper fan painted with peach blossoms to hide the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. "It's just a half-dragon, but it's true that the bloodline is mixed and the bad nature is hard to tame."

"Humph, my lord said so before." Qin Xu's face was a little annoyed, but it soon faded. "Only animals care about bloodline. When buying a cat or dog, they want a good breed. I have never heard of dividing people by their bloodline."

"Fairy in the painting, even though humans have given you this nice appearance, it cannot cover up the beastly smell in your heart." Qin Xu pretended to be smelled by some foul smell and covered his nose. He snapped his fingers, and a small flame ignited in the corner of the painting.

"How dare you." The peach blossoms blooming around the fairy in the painting exploded with two bangs, extinguishing the dragon fire.

"Let's stop provoking each other." The fairy in the painting had angry eyes and peach petals were floating around her. The softness and romance of the picture instantly gained a bit of solemnity.

She looked down at the charred color in the corner of the picture, and even the snow-white corner of her skirt was burned. She was furious.

"I didn't mean to scold you." Qin Xu sneered, "It's you who started talking about other people's bloodlines as soon as we met. You're a fairy in a painting who has emerged from the mud without being stained, but you're like a resentful woman who has been widowed for hundreds of years."

"I have not been around for a long time. I have only been guarding the door for these humans for a few years. No one even remembers my name." The entire picture changed to black and white in an instant. The pink peach forest spun around and was reorganized into the quiet archive room of the Psychic Bureau.

Qin Xu in the painting was standing in front of another hanging painting. The fairy in the painting picked up the brush and swung it. Countless ink dots transformed into demons of various shapes, flying towards Qin Xu with fangs and claws.

It seemed as if time had stopped at this moment.

"Everyone knows that my mother loves martial arts and red clothes. If you dare to burn my skirt, I will kill you!" The fairy in the painting said angrily, "When the goddess Yaoguang picked up her brush to draw me, the parents of you young people were not even born yet!"

"Goddess Yaoguang?" A hint of fighting spirit flashed in Qin Xu's cold eyes. He waved his hand lightly, and the cold air scattered around Ningcheng immediately condensed into an ice wall, blocking the demons outside.

"Goddess, goddess, she is a damn goddess!"

Qin Xu's figure flashed, as erratic as ice and snow, and instantly appeared next to a demon.

"A puppet or clay statue, sitting there enjoying the offerings of the people." The ice sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning, and the sword light was like an icy meteor cutting through the night sky.

“You are worthy to be called a god!” The demon screamed as the ice sword pierced his heart. The ink instantly turned into a pool of ice water, and even the painting could not be restored.

Qin Xu's figure flashed, and in an instant she appeared behind another demon.

The ice sword in his hand turned into a cold light, cutting through the air, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the demon's neck.

The demon screamed in fear, but it was too late to dodge and its head was cut off by the ice sword. The blood transformed from ink was intertwined with the ice and snow.

Qin Xu's body movements were agile, moving among the group of monsters like flowing clouds and water, and every swing of her sword was a fatal blow.

His swordsmanship was sharp and swift. Every sword move contained the might of a dragon mixed with the power of ice and snow. The demons in the paintings could not resist at all.

Qin Xu raised the ice sword in her hand. Frost condensed on the sword and the tip of the sword emitted a cold light. "Fairy in the Painting, if you don't make a move, your ink will run out."

"A blank sheet of paper cannot be called a fairy in a painting."