Chapter 117 - Dao Exchange Meet (1/2)

“It’s really well-drawn.” Liu Qiyue only spoke after Meng Chuan finished painting. She looked at the painting in amazement. “Ah Chuan, I’ve seen you paint many times at Archean Mountain. Although the painting today is simple, I think it’s the best you’ve painted.”

Paintings could resonate with a person’s emotions.

One scene after another seemed to come alive.

Liu Qiyue had seen Meng Chuan painting on many occasions. She knew that his paintings were stunning, but none of them resonated with her like today.

“Yes.” Meng Chuan nodded. He also admitted that this was the best painting he had drawn since he entered Archean Mountain. His Essence Soul currently emitted a spiritual glow. His Essence Soul was transforming, becoming more corporeal and clearer.

“Qiyue, I’m going to send this painting back today. Do you want to include anything?” Meng Chuan asked.

“I’ll write to my father,” said Liu Qiyue immediately. “Wait for me. I’ll be quick.” With that said, Liu Qiyue sat at her desk and immediately wrote her letter.

Meng Chuan smiled as he sat down and began writing. The painting was a gift for his father. He still had many things he wanted to tell his father. He also wanted to know the situation back home.

An hour later, he got the servants to prepare some silk to wrap the painting scroll and letters. He placed them in a wooden tube that was made by himself. The wooden tube’s interior was hollowed out by a saber beam, making it extremely smooth. The wooden tube was then stuffed with a stopper.

Afterward, he rushed to the Treasure Repository and got Archean Mountain to send the tube to his father, Meng Dajiang—who was at Eastcalm Prefecture.

“Lord Meng Chuan, don’t worry. It will be sent out tonight, and it will arrive at Eastcalm Prefecture tomorrow afternoon,” said a Treasure Repository steward warmly.

Only then did Meng Chuan leave.

When he left, he also observed his Essence Soul. In the vast sea of consciousness, his Essence Soul had stopped transforming. It was much more corporeal than before. Meng Chuan deduced that although the painting didn’t take much time, his Essence Soul had transformed no less than when he painted “Facing the Morning Sun!”

Clearly, the Essence Soul isn’t dependent on painting duration. It mainly transforms when I seek answers from my inner self. This was something his master had told him before. Every time he sought answers from his inner self, his mind and Essence Soul would transform.

The more profound an answer he sought, the greater the transformation.

This painting that stemmed from his intense longing for his father and his twenty years of life, began a transformation comparable to the one after “Facing the Morning Sun” was completed. As for “People Resonance,” he wasn’t sure how much it affected his soul because he hadn’t condensed an Essence Soul prior to that. He only condensed an Essence Soul after he was done painting “People Resonance.” Thus, the increase in his soul’s strength was unknown.

Although my Essence Soul has improved, it hasn’t changed qualitatively. Meng Chuan understood that it was difficult for his Essence Soul to change qualitatively. The perception domain remains a hundred feet big. My sensing range is still half a kilometer. The control over my body and Quintessential Essence is still the same as before.

He was still making progress. Only after cultivating his Essence Soul to the limit could it completely transform. This was not something he could rush.

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Dao Exchange Peak, night.

The day Meng Chuan became a Godfiend was August 20th, and it happened to be when a Dao Exchange occurred.

“Please follow me, Lord Meng Chuan.” The steward of Dao Exchange Peak led the way.

Dao Exchange Peak was usually split into two areas. One for disciples who had not become Godfiends, and the other area was for Godfiend disciples.

This was the first time Meng Chuan went to the area for Godfiend disciples.

“Lord Meng Chuan, please wait a moment,” said the steward with a smile. “Every time a newly-advanced Godfiend attends a gathering, there will be a simple celebration ceremony. We are still in the midst of preparing. You can head over in a while.”

“Okay.” Meng Chuan waited patiently in the hall.

After a short while, a servant nodded from afar. The steward said to Meng Chuan, “Lord Meng Chuan, we can head over now.”

Under his lead, Meng Chuan arrived in a garden. Nearly two hundred Godfiends were gathered there. They were chatting in groups when they saw Meng Chuan being led in. All the Godfiends immediately stood up and raised their cups.

Godfiends and mortals gave people different feelings.

Godfiends had various mysterious powers. Meng Chuan was no exception. He had heavenly lightning and baneful aura. As most Godfiends present had reached the Realm of Intent, their auras were extraordinary.

When all of them stood up and looked at him, Meng Chuan felt an invisible pressure.

“Lord Meng Chuan.” A servant brought over a wooden tray with a cup of alcohol—it was filled to the brim.

Meng Chuan took the cup.