The sword aura reflected into the 22nd Dao Realm, striking directly at Bian Ruxue's cheek, leaving a cut on her fair face.
But the wound healed instantly, and Bian Ruxue's body vanished into the void, evading the sharp edge of the sword at the last moment.
When she reappeared, her expression was much more serious.
"Perfect Soft Sword Intent!"
"Qingying has already perfected her sword intent. Could it be that she had an epiphany after the battle with the dragon?"
On the Holy Platform, the numerous Holy Sons and Daughters all grew serious.
Many of them had yet to perfect their sword intent, and a perfected sword intent was just one step away from entering the Dao!
"Pity, it's just a minor path."
Holy Son Haoyue's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly shook his head. Compared to his Sun and Moon Dao, it was a minor path, and even if it were perfected, it was not a major concern.
"Qingying, this child, ever since her master had an incident, she has been self-practicing her sword intent and hasn't neglected her cultivation. That incident doesn't seem to have affected her much."
Empress Yao narrowed her eyes. To be able to perfect her sword intent at such a young age, her sword comprehension was truly terrifying.
If given a few more centuries, she would become another half-Saint in the sword path.
But prodigies often face fierce competition and can easily fall by the wayside.
On the battle platform, Bian Ruxue perceived that her opponent's sword intent was perfected and more profound than her own, negating the earlier suppression effect.
She took a deep breath, gathering her energy into her spinal sword bone. This icy sword bone was a congenital trait, but it was obscured at birth. Only after meeting her master, the Sword Saint, did it awaken. Now, as energy merged with the sword bone, her entire body emitted a cold, icy aura.
The temperature around her dropped, and her aura gradually intensified. The energy within her, after being transformed by the sword bone, became sword qi!
Whoosh!
She suddenly stepped forward, using the Void Shift technique!
To reach the peak of the Void Realm, one needed to master numerous object control techniques and push them to their limits.
Bian Ruxue, having received complete teachings from her master, the Sword Saint, achieved perfection and opened the peak of the Void Realm within half a year.
Despite her short cultivation time, she had essentially opened all the peak realms she could.
When she Void Shifted in front of Lin Qingying, the vast sword qi in her body condensed, and she swung her sword, freezing the world around them.
Lin Qingying's 28 Dao Realms appeared layer by layer, but they were now penetrated and frozen by the icy cold, and the sword intent within her Dao Realm was solidified. With Bian Ruxue's own Dao Realm countering, she broke through directly!
As the fierce sword qi slashed over, Lin Qingying's sword light turned, and tidal waves of water seemed to spread around, entangling the sword qi and redirecting it to the side. The tidal wave of sword intent then enveloped Bian Ruxue.
Bian Ruxue was inwardly alarmed and suddenly shouted, her sword intent bursting forth, the cold ice spreading, freezing the tidal wave of sword intent.
Clang!
The two swords clashed, the fierce sword qi like a great axe, pushing Lin Qingying back.
"Ice Sword Bone, no wonder the Sword Saint took her as a personal disciple. I heard they met by chance in the mortal world."
"Combined with her cultivation in the sword path, it's a perfect match."
"With the Sword Saint personally teaching her, how could there be any mistakes? She won't take a single wrong step."
On the Holy Platform, the Holy Sons and Daughters exchanged glances, surprised that the youngest Holy Daughter, despite her age, had such remarkable abilities, using her Ice Sword Bone to suppress Lin Qingying's perfected sword intent and 28 Dao Realms!
However, they all noticed that Lin Qingying hadn't used her true strength yet.
After all, a perfected sword intent was not just that, and Lin Qingying also had a Dao Body, which she hadn't used.
"Do you not plan to use your Heavenly Dharma Body?"
Bian Ruxue looked at Lin Qingying, her eyes calm.
Compared to the other Holy Sons and Daughters, her greatest weakness was the lack of a Heavenly Dharma Body.
While others were at the Fifth Peak Realm, she was only at the Fourth Peak Realm. During the Soul Continuation Realm, she was taken away by her master, Master Wudao, and sent to the Heavenly Dao Palace by favor, where she paid homage to a Dao Law Realm True Person.
This meant she would never have a Heavenly Dharma Body in this life.
However, meeting her current master, the Sword Saint, he told her that when she reached a bottleneck in her cultivation, she could be reborn and re-cultivate. Her master would protect her, and her true peak would be in her next life!
Lin Qingying heard her words and shook her head slightly, saying nothing. Instead, she gradually transformed the energy within her into a Dao Fetus. She had a congenital Yin Dao Fetus, and now the energy coiled in her abdomen, making her entire body seem to transform into a force of soft water.
Only she knew the true extent of her strength after perfecting the Soft Sword Intent.
Combined with her congenital Yin Dao Fetus, she could push her sword intent to its limits. She had planned to save this power for later, but now, she had to use it early.
As Lin Qingying's aura changed, Bian Ruxue quickly sensed it. Her eyes grew serious, and without speaking, she condensed the sword qi within her sword bone, merging it with the icy sword intent. She raised her sword and performed the sword technique she had cultivated from a young age, later refined to the Dao level by her master's guidance.
Snow Realm!
The sword didn't move, but the piercing cold spread like ice cracking.
She suddenly struck, a single sword stroke, and snow fell!
In an instant, it seemed as if a heavy snow was falling from the sky.
Countless snowflakes transformed into myriad sword lights, all instantly transported to Lin Qingying by the Void Shift technique, freezing everything.
But Lin Qingying stood there, seemingly unaware, the snow-like sword lights converging but passing through her body.
Softness!
Untouchable.
She stood in the snowstorm, her green robes fluttering, the swirling sword qi surrounding her, yet not a single strand of her hair moved.
She held her sword quietly, simply looking at Bian Ruxue.
This terrifying scene left Bian Ruxue pale.
The crowd outside was also shocked.
"How is this possible?!"
"Completely unharmed, unselectable, untouchable?!"
"Is this what a perfected Soft Sword Intent looks like?"
The numerous Holy Sons and Daughters on the Holy Platform were also stunned. Lin Qingying's current display left many of them feeling a chill and a sense of dread.
"Congenital Yin Dao Fetus, combined with a perfected Soft Sword Intent, Qingying has already reached a semi-Dao state."
"Remarkable. Despite Shuiyue's mistakes, she has still brought a fine disciple to our Holy Land."
Empress Yao and the other half-Saints looked at the scene with approval.
The Sword Saint, standing in the center, remained expressionless, showing no change.
On the platform, Lin Qingying stood in the snowstorm for a moment, then suddenly Void Shifted, appearing in front of Bian Ruxue.
Bian Ruxue reacted with incredible speed, her sword aura roaring out like a silver dragon, slashing toward Lin Qingying.
But the silver dragon sword aura passed through Lin Qingying's body, and Lin Qingying simply raised her hand, slicing through the air. Bian Ruxue felt a slight coolness in her throat, and when she raised her hand to wipe it, a streak of blood appeared on her fingertips, the wound on her neck already healing.
But she knew that if the other side had used a killing move, it wouldn't have been just a scratch.
Bian Ruxue was momentarily dazed, and the sword aura around her gradually dissipated, the swirling blizzard slowly disappearing.
"I lost."
A complex look flashed in her eyes. When she saw that the other side had mastered a complete sword intent, she had a vague sense that winning this battle would be difficult. After all, she herself had not yet achieved the Celestial Dharma Image. She hadn't expected that the other side wouldn't use a Dharma Image either, and would defeat her with just sword skills.
Lin Qingying sheathed her sword, saying nothing, and turned to look at the floating seats.
Without those three paintings, her sword intent wouldn't have reached perfection, and this battle might have been extremely difficult, with the outcome uncertain.
Even with a Celestial Dharma Image, it wouldn't have been very effective if her sword intent was suppressed.
Noticing Lin Qingying's gaze, Bian Ruxue followed it and, upon seeing Li Hao, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she didn't think much of it.
Bian Ruxue had heard of some of the Saintess Lin Qingying's deeds, knowing that her master had made a mistake and had been imprisoned over a decade ago. Because of this, she had been left without guidance, forced to train on her own for years.
"Did you self-realize your sword intent? I'm not as good as you."
Bian Ruxue fell silent for a moment, sighing softly. Coming here, she realized that there were even higher levels of skill, and the world's splendor far exceeded what she had seen.
Lin Qingying withdrew her gaze, hearing her words, and said calmly, "Having someone to practice with, I wouldn't say I self-realized it."
Practicing with someone... Bian Ruxue's eyes flickered. At their level, they all practiced alone, either self-realizing their skills or seeking guidance from their masters. To have someone practice with them, they would need to be of the same level; otherwise, it would be meaningless.
Bian Ruxue didn't ask who the Saint Son was who practiced with Lin Qingying; it was a matter of privacy.
But those words brought to mind a scene from her childhood in that courtyard.
It seemed... it had been a very long time since anyone had practiced with her.
If he were to return to the mortal world, could he still practice with her?
Bian Ruxue shook her head slightly. By then, they would be at different levels, and the childhood play would be long gone.
She gathered her thoughts, saw that Lin Qingying had already turned and left the battle platform, and silently turned to fly away, returning to the Saint Platform.
Seeing the two return, the other Saint Sons and Saintesses' eyes flickered, comparing their own strength to what they had just witnessed.
The Dragon Slayer Saint Son's expression was not good. He had hoped to draw Lin Qingying again today to avenge his earlier defeat, but this battle made him realize that it was fortunate he hadn't. Otherwise, he would have been even more embarrassed.
Losing once could be excused as an accident, but losing twice would be too thorough.
And this time, the defeat would have been even faster.
With a perfected sword intent and a perfectly aligned Dao Embryo, that state was nearly invincible.
Lin Qingying felt the gazes of the others but remained calm, showing no reaction. She knew that this battle would expose her, and many would see her as a formidable opponent.
But the path of a strong person was never afraid of the cold wind or the biting cold.
...
"Qingying won!"
"Amazing! What just happened? That blizzard of sword aura couldn't even touch her."
Lin Shanhai and the other alchemists were excited, their faces full of joy.
Although Bian Ruxue was young, she was a direct disciple of the Sword Saint, not to be underestimated.
Bian Ruxue had indeed shown formidable skills, but Lin Qingying seemed to be on a completely different level, winning with overwhelming force.
The alchemists were all cheering, congratulating Lin Shanhai.
Li Hao sat to the side, his expression calm. He hadn't expected their first match to be between these two, but now he saw it as a normal confrontation. It didn't matter who they faced; the outcome would be the same.
Winning and losing were common, and one could only blame their own lack of skill. If you were weak, you needed to practice more.
"Saintess Xue lost. Indeed, she is still too young!"
"She's still very strong. To reach this level at 27 is impressive. We were still at the Real Human Realm at 27."
"What? You were at the Real Human Realm at 27? What about me, who was still at the Four Pillars Realm at 27?"
"Don't mention it. My cousin was still at the Three Immortals Realm at 27."
"..."
The crowd below was buzzing with discussion. They had never seen the youngest Saintess in action before, and although she had lost, many saw her as a formidable opponent, not to be taken lightly.
Lin Qingying's performance was a pleasant surprise, leaving many of the Inner Sect's top talents feeling bitter. They finally realized the level of these Saint Sons and Saintesses. Besides the Moonlight Saint Son, there was now another Saintess with a perfected sword intent.
That final special state was nearly unbeatable. In their place, they would have had to admit defeat.
With this victory, Lin Qingying advanced to the top eight, while Bian Ruxue was relegated to the losers' bracket, needing to win consecutive battles to advance to the top ten, a much harder task.
Soon, the next round of battles began.
This time, the two Saint Sons were evenly matched, fighting fiercely, using their Five Extremes Realm abilities in rapid succession. The audience was captivated by the intense and spectacular display, which surpassed the previous two matches in terms of excitement.
The previous two matches had been one-sided, making them less intense.
When the battle ended, the entire battle platform was a deep pit, with one Saint Son unconscious and covered in blood, and the other equally battered, his combat body nearly shattered.
Such a brutal fight left the spectators in awe. This was the level of combat among the Saint-level disciples.
Li Hao watched quietly, absorbing the unique techniques taught by the masters of these Saint Sons and Saintesses. These techniques, not recorded in the Sword Tower, were the signature skills of the quasi-Saints.
Although they were now recorded in his system, Li Hao knew he couldn't use them recklessly, as such learning was taboo.
However, once recorded, these techniques would blend with other martial arts insights, eventually leading to the creation of new techniques. Even if used, they would be different enough to avoid detection.
These recorded techniques would also add several layers to Li Hao's Dao Domain.
Soon, with the intense top eight battles concluded, there was a three-day break.
Next were the losers' bracket matches, with eight people competing for two spots in the top ten, followed by the top ten final.
Li Hao, after a full day of observation, felt that Lin Qingying stood a good chance at placing in the top three if she performed at her best.
Aside from the Holy Moon Son, there was also the Spirit Illusion Son, whose sword intent was equally complete and formidable.
Li Hao naturally recorded the Spirit Illusion Son's Illusory Sword Technique in his panel, deduced it to its highest form, and then fully comprehended it.
This sword intent was then integrated into Li Hao's own Unique Sword Intent, making his sword intent even sharper.
During the three days of rest, Lin Qingying was still practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and Li Hao felt she was a bit too tense.
"Why don't you take a break and relax a bit over these few days?"
Li Hao noticed that apart from eating and drinking, she was almost always holding her sword, even more engrossed than he was with his chess and painting.
Lin Qingying opened her eyes and, unusually, asked, "Where are you going?"
Usually, Li Hao often went out, but she never inquired.
"Going to the Sword Tower to find someone to go fishing. Want to come along?"
Li Hao said with a smile.
Lin Qingying was surprised. The Sword Tower was a significant place where the Sword Master resided.
After a moment's thought, she got up and said, "Alright, I'll go with you."
Li Hao was a bit taken aback; he hadn't expected her to agree at all.
"Alright, let's go together," Li Hao said with a laugh. Continuous practice could lead to a mental bottleneck, and occasional relaxation could actually be more beneficial for cultivation. Just like his chess and painting, he often switched between them to avoid missing out on other aspects.
Sometimes, a different perspective could spark new insights and inspire broader thinking.
Li Hao then flew ahead, leading the way.
Lin Qingying followed behind, her face showing a hint of strangeness. Li Hao had only been in the Holy Land for a year, yet he seemed like a frequent visitor, knowing the place like the back of his hand.
In contrast, despite her many years of cultivation in the Holy Land, she had never really explored its entirety, mostly just eating, drinking, and practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
Soon, Li Hao led Lin Qingying to the Holy Mountain. Many disciples recognized Lin Qingying along the way and exclaimed in surprise.
Li Hao was a bit helpless. Bringing the Holy Daughter around was like being with a major celebrity, drawing quite a bit of attention.
Fortunately, the Sword Tower was a restricted area, so disciples dared not linger, making it very peaceful.
When the male sword attendant saw Li Hao arrive, his gaze fell on Lin Qingying behind him, and he was a bit surprised. "What's this?"
Lin Qingying knew this male sword attendant. When she first came to the Sword Tower to choose techniques, she learned that he was the Sword Master's disciple, extremely powerful, a standout among the Dao Law Realm. Even they, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, might not be his match.
After all, he was a Saint-level disciple from the previous era, now a few hundred years older than them, and naturally more formidable.
"Coming to fish, and bringing her out for a walk," Li Hao said with a smile.
The sword attendant glanced at Lin Qingying, who maintained a calm expression but slightly turned her gaze, a hint of unease.
The Sword Attendant chuckled, "Alright, go ahead. The Sword Master is waiting for you and mentioned that fishing isn't as fun without you."
Li Hao inwardly smiled. Although he and the Sword Master were usually quiet while fishing, the feeling when they each caught something was different. Getting used to fishing together, it felt a bit off when he was alone.
After greeting the attendant, Li Hao led Lin Qingying past the bamboo forest of the Sword Tower toward the Sword Cliff.
Lin Qingying followed, her mind filled with surprise and curiosity. Could it be that he really fished with the Sword Master? And it seemed he knew the place well. Could he have been coming here all this time?
A hint of strangeness crossed her mind. The Sword Master was a Saint Realm existence, and many Holy Sons tried to curry favor with no success. Li Hao had only been in the Holy Land for a year, yet he seemed quite familiar with the Sword Master, which was quite unbelievable.
Soon, they reached the Sword Cliff. Li Hao saw that besides the Sword Master, Qiu Wuheng was also there.
Lin Qingying noticed Qiu Wuheng, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Senior Sword Master."
Li Hao approached, bowing in greeting.
The Sword Master turned his head slightly, noticing Li Hao and naturally Lin Qingying. His eyes flickered, "This little girl is also here to fish?"
Lin Qingying, under the Sword Master's gaze, felt her hair stand on end, a sense of pressure. She immediately bowed her head in greeting.
Upon hearing the Sword Master's question, she shook her head slightly, "I just came along to see, didn't expect to meet Senior Sword Master."
"Seeing, huh? Alright, then."
The Sword Master said nothing more upon hearing this.
Qiu Wuheng, however, looked at Lin Qingying, nodding slightly and then said, "I watched your battle. Your sword intent is complete, very impressive!"
"I watched your battle too. The Thousand Threads Sword is very impressive," Lin Qingying replied.
Qiu Wuheng's lips twitched. He had been thoroughly defeated by the Holy Moon Son in that battle.
Li Hao, hearing Lin Qingying's words, rubbed his forehead. What a straight girl, is this how people make small talk?
"Come, sit."
Li Hao invited Lin Qingying to sit by the cliff, returning to his usual spot and then focused his energy into a line, casting it into the Sword Cliff.
Lin Qingying watched the three of them fishing, feeling curious. Was there any point to this?
She looked at the Sword Master. For him, this might be a hobby, and for Li Hao, it was probably the same. But for Qiu Wuheng...
"Are you using this to cultivate your swordsmanship?" Lin Qingying wasn't dumb and noticed the purpose of their fishing.
Qiu Wuheng nodded slightly, "Yes."
Lin Qingying's eyes showed contemplation.
Li Hao smiled at Lin Qingying, "Your Soft Sword Intent is quite suitable for fishing. It can finely sense the water and judge whether something has bitten. You could try it too."
The Sword Master, hearing Li Hao's words, laughed and scolded, "You little rascal!"
Clearly, he was saying Li Hao was enticing others to commit a crime.
Li Hao chuckled, but he was telling the truth.
Lin Qingying, however, shook her head slightly. She wasn't interested in this.
However, she didn't leave but sat quietly beside Li Hao, feeling the tranquil nature.
Before long, Li Hao caught something.
Lin Qingying looked over and saw a True Dragon being reeled in, surprised.
"Again, it's you."
Li Hao, seeing it was the dragon demon Ao Jie again, glared.
Ao Jie was also taken aback, quickly pleading for mercy.
They were almost becoming old acquaintances from fishing.
Li Hao sighed and unhooked the fish, setting it free.
Lin Qingying, upon hearing the dragon demon's words, realized that Li Hao was a regular here. Her eyes fell on his profile, and suddenly, she recalled the day she returned from her cultivation practice and heard an unusual earthquake. When she went to investigate, she found Li Hao gravely injured in a deep pit...
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks as she looked away into the distance.
When the sun set, Li Hao said his goodbyes to Sword Master and Qiu Wuheng, then took Lin Qingying back to the Alchemy Academy.
For the next two days, Lin Qingying didn't practice her sword techniques but instead followed Li Hao to fish every day.
Qiu Wuheng didn't come, seemingly in seclusion to prepare for the loser's bracket match in three days.
Lin Qingying sat by the cliff, watching the water in the deep pool churn, her thoughts drifting far away.
Sword Master chatted casually, but he seemed to intentionally bring up the topic of the most gentle sword path. This allowed Lin Qingying to catch the subtle teachings he was conveying, giving her a glimpse into the level beyond the mastery of sword intent.
However, she only found a hint of the direction; truly reaching that level was still a long way off.
On the fourth day, Lin Qingying went to watch the loser's bracket match, but Li Hao didn't go. Instead, he came to the sword cliff and continued fishing.
For him, fishing was a form of cultivation.
"Isn't there a battle today? Why didn't you go?"
Sword Master was surprised to see Li Hao there again and asked.
Li Hao smiled, "I've already seen it."
"Are you just not getting it, or do you find it too boring?" Sword Master looked at him with a knowing smile, his eyes seeming to see through Li Hao's thoughts.
Ever since he learned that Li Hao was 28 years old and had cultivated 97 layers of the Dao Domain, he knew Li Hao's talent was beyond imagination, placing him among the top-tier prodigies, even among the Holy Sons.
"I don't get it..." Li Hao chuckled awkwardly.
Saying it was boring would be too embarrassing, considering those Holy Sons were carefully cultivated by the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.
Sword Master rolled his eyes, knowing that if Li Hao didn't understand, he would have gone to watch. How could he have the leisure to come here?
He had never met anyone as peculiar as Li Hao in all his years as a saint.
Qiu Wuheng fished to comprehend the sword, but Li Hao fished purely out of enjoyment.
When Qiu Wuheng caught a fish, his expression was as indifferent as if he had picked up a stone.
But when Li Hao caught a fish, the excitement in his eyes was plain to see.
Such emotions couldn't be hidden; only someone who truly loved fishing would have them.
"If you feel that watching the match is too intrusive, you don't have to. They will eventually face the prodigies from the other two Holy Lands and the entire Thirty-Three Heavenly Realms. If they can be seen through with just a glance, they deserve to lose."
Sword Master said calmly.
Li Hao nodded. The current Sword Deity Battle not only determined the strongest prodigy within the Holy Land but also selected the top ten to compete against the other two Holy Lands for the title of the strongest ten in the Canglan Realm.
Seeing Li Hao's indifference, Sword Master didn't push further. He considered Li Hao a prodigy from another Holy Land, who would eventually face their own Holy Sons in the Thirty-Three Heavenly Realms Battle. Li Hao's unwillingness to spy on others, though he found it unnecessary, was something he deeply admired.
After half a day of fishing, Li Hao caught Ao Jie again. With repeated catches, the fishing experience he gained had diminished significantly.
He sighed, put away his fishing line, and asked Sword Master, "Senior, may I paint a portrait of you?"
Sword Master raised an eyebrow, surprised, but quickly remembered the famous painting of the Sword Deity Battle Li Hao had created. He smiled and said, "If you want to paint, go ahead."
Li Hao was overjoyed and immediately retrieved a canvas from his spatial realm, setting up to paint by the sword cliff.
The sound of the waterfall, Sword Master sitting quietly on the edge of the cliff in a straw hat, and the deep and brilliant sword mark on the opposite cliff, exuding heavenly sword qi—everything was captured in Li Hao's painting.
When painting a saint, Li Hao felt the difficulty of the task, which was different from painting others.
He observed carefully, but always felt a misty veil around the subject. The detailed observation required for painting was different from casual viewing.
He needed to capture the essence, but that essence was elusive, like a dragon that never showed its head, always changing and impossible to grasp.
Just as Li Hao glimpsed it, he felt a sharp, buzzing sword qi explode in his ears.
Sword Master's expression changed slightly, surprised that his hidden sword path had been glimpsed.
"Hmm? Are you okay?"
Sword Master looked at Li Hao, only to see blood streaming from his eyes, as if they had been cut out.
He sensed a faint sword intent in Li Hao's eyes, a reflection of his own sword path that had damaged Li Hao's vision.
This wasn't his doing, and he raised his hand to withdraw the sword force, otherwise, Li Hao's eyes would not heal.
"Senior, don't worry about me, I'm painting!"
Li Hao seemed to sense Sword Master's action and immediately said.
Sword Master was taken aback, and upon looking at Li Hao, he suddenly understood why he had created that famous painting of the Sword Deity Battle.
Li Hao wasn't a sword enthusiast but a painting enthusiast!
His passion for painting was so intense that it surpassed many Holy Sons' obsession with the sword path!
Sword Master looked at him deeply, marveling at how someone who poured his heart and soul into painting could also have such a profound understanding of fishing and, even more shockingly, achieve 97 layers of the Dao Domain at 28 years old.
Such a prodigy was as awe-inspiring as a reborn saint.
At that moment, Li Hao's eyes were cut and blood flowed continuously, but his painting didn't stop.
He painted with his heart!
As time passed, the outline on the canvas became clearer, and the seated figure of Sword Master gradually came to life.
At first glance, it was an elderly man, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like a sharp sword standing on the cliff's edge!
And when looked at again, it was just an old man.
When the painting was complete, the sword force reflected in Li Hao's eyes was transferred into the painting.
As the painting took shape, Li Hao's eyes also regenerated.
At the same time, a notification appeared before him:
[Painting Experience +372,742]
[Level 8 Painting Experience is Full]
[Congratulations, you have comprehended the Heart of Painting, advancing to Level 9 in Painting]