Chapter 174: Chapter 91: The Inner Residence Settled, Brush Paints Enchanted Images

Finally, Li Xuan had the chance to sit in the cultivation secret chamber within Prince Qing’s Mansion.

The surroundings of this chamber had long been replaced by Tian Yuan with the Li family’s most trusted members, and at a considerable distance, there was no need to worry about disturbances or eavesdropping.

Thus, Li Xuan injected the demon blood of the "Mutant Gargoyle Monkey," "Tiger Demon Tai Sui," and "Skull Flower" into the first, second, and third slots respectively.

Instantly, he took on a strange appearance.

His strong legs transformed into two thick and very long tentacles, with numerous tendrils sprouting from them...

Simultaneously, his spirit attribute reached 90 points.

The tentacles writhed like two pythons, producing peculiar rustling sounds.

The chamber was dimly lit, and if an ordinary person were to enter, they would likely only see their fingertips and the vague outlines of the surrounding furniture. However, for Li Xuan, everything was remarkably clear.

In the dark-toned room, he spread out the paper, prepared the ink, and set down the brush, waiting quietly.

Before, in the capital, he never had the opportunity or environment to try this, but now... he returned to his own home.

He remembered, with a spirit attribute around 20 points, one could have a photographic memory, even recalling fundamental diagrams.

At around 50 points, one could achieve perfect harmony between thought and action, speeding up cultivation exponentially.

Now, with a spirit attribute of 90 points, he was undergoing another kind of transformation.

With high spirit attributes, his painting or writing could encapsulate some spirit essence, known as "establishing a doctrine."

However, he never tried it in the capital.

Now, it was time.

Li Xuan knew well that times were changing; if the Li family had only him as the sole powerhouse, it would be obviously inappropriate.

If the Li family wanted a profound foundation, then it needed a diverse array.

And no matter how it was achieved, it would inevitably revolve around "spirit."

But among the people he knew, none had a spirit attribute reaching 20, the highest being perhaps only in their teens.

Thus, he wondered, since "painting and writing could encapsulate spirit," could he draw a "cultivation technique that boosts spirit?"

After a brief contemplation, he lifted the brush, the tip imbued with spirit, intensely focusing to write an "Oriental version of Cinderella," where the ending was not Cinderella and the prince together, but a permanent missed connection between them. It was a tragedy.

This was a tragedy.

After finishing, he withdrew the Demon Skill and summoned Wei Yao.

Then he tossed the story to Wei Yao to read.

Wei Yao initially did not think much of it, but after reading, she cried like a torrential rain.

She cried her heart out, her eyes swelling red and puffy.

After some thought, Li Xuan injected more demon blood and began writing an "Feng Ao Tian version of Cinderella," where again the ending was not Cinderella living with the prince but Cinderella becoming the king. It was a comedy.

He tossed it again to Wei Yao to read.

After reading, Wei Yao was all smiles, incredibly happy, laughing non-stop.

This time, Wei Yao felt completely out of sorts.

Laughing and crying so intensely was conspicuously odd.

She looked again at the gentleman’s written characters, only to find the strokes enveloped in white mist, each brushstroke seemed alive, crawling across the page, creating a mesmerizing effect.

Simultaneously, her mind was being influenced, shifting from joy to sorrow as the text described, the process like steep cliffs, straight up and down, without any transition.

Yet, if she rubbed her eyes and focused, she saw the words were still just words, unchanged in the slightest.

Wei Yao curiously asked, "What is this?"

Li Xuan took a deep breath and replied, "Speaking of the day at Red Flower Mountain, I was influenced by the demon blood..."

Wei Yao interrupted, "Come on, no matter how you are, Li Xuan, would I ever be another’s woman?

Married to a chicken follows a chicken, married to a dog follows a dog, I’ll follow you for this life."

Li Xuan candidly said, "I want to write a method to enhance... innate talent."

Instantly, Wei Yao understood she was to be the experiment, so she pondered and said, "Earlier, I only felt intense joy and sorrow. I was just influenced, yet no other change occurred."

"Only influenced?"

"Yes."

After speaking, Wei Yao began narrating her feelings in detail.

Li Xuan listened attentively.

Soon, they started to try repeatedly.

If one attempt failed, it was destroyed to try another.

In the chamber, Wei Yao was like a madwoman, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes melancholic, but no matter what, she gritted her teeth and endured, providing her detailed feedback to Li Xuan, helping him improve.

In a flash, half a month passed.

Li Xuan’s focus shifted from "words" to "images."

Because "words" were essentially symbols, requiring human association.

But "images" were more intuitive, holding a strong impact.

Early winter arrived...

On this day, Li Xuan was inspired, watching the snow and taking up the brush, ink covering paper, producing a "Little Snow Map."

He took it to show Wei Yao.

This time, Wei Yao did not cry or laugh but seemed engulfed by the image.

The high spirit embodied within the image found a valley, beginning to pour down, like floodwaters rushing, crash down into this depression.

Wei Yao’s eyes were dazed...

After a long time, regaining clarity, she looked at Li Xuan with astonishment.

"How is it?" Li Xuan asked.

Wei Yao replied, "It feels like a revelation, as if... as if..."

She glanced around, only to find the scenery slightly more detailed and clearer to her eyes.

Wei Yao looked at Li Xuan, showing excitement, "My love, this time it seems to really work."