This story takes place in historic times. Where immortals, cultivators, mortal, monsters, etc. exist.
(p.s This is my first(?) novel and is pretty bad. Go read some trash novel first then read mine)
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"How wonderful! These paintings look very realistic!" "I wonder when I can paint like these?"
Qi Yang liked paintings when he was a child. He is currently 18 and a talented painter. He travelled all around the continents to see all the profound paintings of masters. He was struck by how beautiful those paintings were.
As time passes the sun began to fall and the moon had rised.
Qi was standing on top of a mountain and was inspired by these phenomenon. He painted both the sun and moon as it was balanced like yin and yang. But Qi was just a mortal. He strived to be a cultivator but didn't have the talent. But found about paintings and became fond of it. He started to paint everything he saw and thought of but ut wasnt enough.
"Alas its night and its time to head to my cabin"
As Qi yang slept, a strange glowing aura had appeared on his body but Qi was in deep sleep.
As the sun rises Qi Yang suddenly noticed that he was lighter and had a more better condition. He started to paint things then went out of his house. As he went out noises came from his house,noises of something falling. He went it and was shocked to see that a medium sized tree is it his house. He drew a tree in his scroll but no signs of it in the scroll. Then he proceeds to draw a sword, after a second it went out of the canvas and became the real thing.
"Am I dreaming?!"
Qi yang suddenly was depleted of his stamina. He was very tired like it was draining his energy by his real paintings. He was forced to sleep at the floor as he was too weak to move. When he gained his energy again he went to the towns library and asked for every book related to painting. As he skimmed through every page of every book he had gotten, he landed on the words "The Painting Path" he then stopped and looked at the information on it.
"The painting path is one of the many paths a cultivator can have. It is mysterious as it only has small amount of people with it. One can cultivate more better than a ordianry cultivator if one keeps painting"
Qi yang was happy as he can both do something he is fond of. He packed his things as there were no more inspirations he can paint of in his hometown.
"The Hu Kingdom.... I probably may gain some inspirations on there"
The young lad then set off as the sun descents while the moon rises.