Chapter 422: Chapter 419: The Pig Emperor’s Painting (Part 1)

The Spirit Pool was established upon an Array foundation, supported by Immortal Power. It channeled a sliver of Void Power to create a pocket of relatively safe and quiet space.

One hundred Sub-Palaces, a total of 836 factions.

Each faction provided its requisite share of Treasure. With their own people’s futures at stake, none of them held back.

Thus, when the Spirit Pool’s creation was complete, the sky was instantly filled with the radiance of Treasure, and the Spiritual Energy was immense.

Just the faint aura wafting from it was enough to refresh the spirit and clear the mind, causing one’s Cultivation to stir restlessly.

It was clear that the benefits of being able to enter and cultivate within it would be immeasurable.

"Mo Qi, you’d better wash your neck and wait! The moment I’m out, I’m coming to fight you!"

With a great laugh, a red-haired young man transformed into a ball of fire and rushed into the Spirit Pool.

"Mo Qi, I’m calling dibs on that thing you’re carrying! After the Spirit Pool’s baptism is over, I’ll come take it myself!" a young woman in white declared before flying into the Spirit Pool.

"What’s yours is mine, heh heh heh." A dark figure drifted into the Spirit Pool, its raspy voice echoing from within.

Perhaps the Spirit Pool had given them all a surge of confidence. For a moment, a ceaseless barrage of taunts filled the air, just like when they had first laid eyes on Mo Qi.

They seemed to have forgotten that just a few minutes earlier, when faced with a challenge from Qian Duoduo and his group, they hadn’t even had the courage to offer a face-saving retort.

Mo Qi paid them no mind, his expression not changing in the slightest.

For one, he didn’t take these people seriously at all. The Spirit Pool wasn’t omnipotent; a truly powerful person’s strength lay first and foremost in their spirit, not in external aids.

For another, he couldn’t be bothered with them. He was busy sending a voice transmission to the Pig Emperor, describing his plan in detail and instructing it on several key points.

’Pig Emperor, pay attention in a moment. Ruyan is in there too, so make sure you don’t accidentally hurt her.’

The Pig Emperor was still sulking over Mo Qi’s attitude. It snorted and said irritably, "Well, I can’t make any guarantees. After all, I only just awakened this ability. I can’t control it precisely yet."

’Oh? Is that so?’ Mo Qi glanced sideways at the Pig Emperor.

Out of nowhere, a Storage Pouch exuding the aroma of Medicinal Cuisine appeared in his hand. He began tossing it up and down, catching it with each fall.

’Tsk, tsk. What a shame. I even made a new batch of Medicinal Cuisine to reward you. But since you can’t control it precisely, I guess we can just forget about it.’

As he spoke, he made a show of putting the Storage Pouch away.

The Pig Emperor panicked the moment it heard this.

It stamped its foot and flew onto Mo Qi’s shoulder.

"No, wait! Mo the kid... Brother Mo... Master Mo!" The Pig Emperor scrambled down, clinging tightly to Mo Qi’s shoulder and shaking it desperately.

"I was just kidding! I’ve long since mastered all my abilities! Seizing opportunities, precision dodging, pinpoint strikes—none of it is a problem!"

"I absolutely will not harm a single hair on Ruyan’s head, nor will I interfere with her Cultivation in the Spirit Pool! I, the Pig Emperor, swear on my honor and dignity as a pig!"

The corners of Mo Qi’s mouth turned up slightly. ’As expected,’ he thought, ’if you want this little glutton to put his heart into something, you really have to rely on good food.’

On the surface, however, he pretended to be unconvinced. "Do you even have honor and dignity as a pig?" he asked.

The Pig Emperor leaped up as if someone had stepped on its tail.

’What was that supposed to mean?’

’So you humans are allowed to have character and morals, but I’m not allowed to have honor and dignity as a pig?’

It was about to argue its case with Mo Qi, but a glimpse of the Storage Pouch in his hand made the Pig Emperor lose its nerve.

’When fine cuisine is on the line, one must bow one’s head!’

"Fine, I’ll just have to prove it to you!"

With that, the Pig Emperor leaped into the air, flew over to the members of the Feng Family, and held out its hoof, demanding something.

This piqued Mo Qi’s curiosity. He was very interested to see how the Pig Emperor planned to prove itself.

A moment later, the Pig Emperor returned with Feng Liang in tow.

Feng Liang shot Mo Qi a strange look. Then, prodded by the Pig Emperor’s impatient squeals, he took a writing desk from his Storage Ring, along with the Four Treasures of the Study: brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Paper! Grind the ink!"

The Pig Emperor snatched up a writing brush larger than its own body in its mouth.

Not daring to delay, Feng Liang quickly unrolled the paper for the Pig Emperor and meticulously ground the ink stick until it reached the perfect consistency.

Mo Qi and his companions exchanged bewildered glances. ’Is the Pig Emperor going to do calligraphy? Or maybe paint something?’

’Since when does it have a skill like that?’

Before anyone could ponder it further, the Pig Emperor, still holding the brush in its mouth, flew above the inkstone and took a deep breath.

Then, in a deliberately suave move, it executed a magnificent 360-degree arc with its head, whipping the brush tip toward the inkstone.

SPLAT!

A puddle of ink splattered onto the paper, forming an ugly black blotch.

It was a glaring eyesore in the sunlight!

"..."

The Pig Emperor was dumbstruck, and everyone else stared, equally stunned.

What was that supposed to be? No one understood.

COUGH, COUGH!

The Pig Emperor coughed twice to cover its embarrassment, then snatched up the brush again and flew above the paper.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t stand around and watch me create a divine work."

Mo Qi raised an eyebrow and was the first to turn around.

’I don’t know what kind of mischief the Pig Emperor is up to, but since it’s warning us itself, it can’t be anything good.’

’The safest course of action is to suppress my curiosity and not look.’

Seeing this, the others didn’t hesitate for a second. They all followed Mo Qi’s lead and turned their backs on the Pig Emperor.

Countless incidents had proven that following Mo Qi’s lead was never the wrong move!

The Pig Emperor snorted, composed itself, and its expression became solemn.

Its eyes were fixed on the paper before it, unmoving. Even its little tail temporarily settled down.

Suddenly, the Pig Emperor moved.

With the force of a gale, as fast as lightning.

With the brush in its mouth, it unleashed a flurry of strokes, moving with the fluid grace of soaring dragons and the grandeur of dancing phoenixes.

Its bold, sweeping movements truly had the flair of a great master of letters.

Half a minute later, the Pig Emperor stopped and spat out the brush.

"It is finished!"

Just as Mo Qi and the others were about to see what the Pig Emperor had painted or written, Huangfu Yu appeared before them.

"Mo Qi, I’ll admit you’re a powerful opponent. You’re outstanding, which makes it all the more regrettable. You never should have stood against me, Huangfu Yu. Anyone who becomes my enemy must die!"

Mo Qi was so exasperated by Huangfu Yu’s baffling words that he laughed.

’We’ve fought twice, and you lost both times. And yet, you talk as if you’re the victor declaring the final outcome.’

’Is he crazy?’

’Where did he get this courage?’

’The Spirit Pool?’

’If it’s really the Spirit Pool, then I have to say, you’re still far too naive.’

Mo Qi hadn’t planned on responding to Huangfu Yu—after all, some things would become clear soon enough—but the Pig Emperor at his side spoke up.

"Hey, kid from the Huangfu Family! Yeah, I’m talking to you, the shifty-eyed one. Come here, come here! Grandmaster Pig has a gift for you!"

The Pig Emperor blew a breath of air at the paper on the desk. The paper automatically rolled itself up and flew toward Huangfu Yu.

Huangfu Yu instinctively caught the scroll of paper, then unrolled it to take a look.