Novel Lived
Chapter 388
Chapter 388 - Bai Yu's Cultivation a Painting
However, Bai Yu's final words sparked an idea in Jiang Hao!
A painting with sentience?
Then the painting he created with his mastery of Confucianism and Taoism should possess a spirit, shouldn't it?
But since Confucianism and Taoism suppressed White Feather, even if the painting he crafted with those elements had a spirit, White Feather likely couldn't consume it or inhabit it, could he?
Yet now that White Feather was bound to him, perhaps he wouldn't be suppressed, right?
These thoughts danced in Jiang Hao's mind.
Still, these were mere speculations. He'd only know for sure after trying it out!
With that resolution, Jiang Hao decided to experiment.
He took out his brush and ink, then turned to Bai Yu and instructed,
“Bai Yu, stay seated and still. I might be able to enhance your strength!”
Despite his confusion, Bai Yu complied with Jiang Hao's command.
“Yes, Master!”
White Feather took his place as directed by Jiang Hao, who then channeled the essence of Confucianism and Taoism into his brush and began to paint White Feather as his muse.
White Feather eyed the brush, now imbued with the power of Confucianism and Taoism, with a flicker of fear and, surprisingly, a hint of longing.
Unaware of these subtleties, Jiang Hao was engrossed in his work, employing the Four Holy Techniques of Confucianism to capture White Feather's likeness, completely absorbed in the process.
In no time at all, Jiang Hao's brush had given life to a classical beauty, exquisitely detailed, save for one thing—the figure in the painting lacked eyes.
But after outlining the form, Jiang Hao looked away from White Feather, relying on his memory to add the final, vital detail.
With a few deft strokes, he gave the figure a pair of expressive eyes.
And as he completed the final touch, the painting burst into a soft white glow, transforming before his eyes.
Most astonishingly, the figure in the painting seemed to stir to life, especially those eyes brimming with curiosity about the world. When you gazed into them, it felt as if they were gazing right back at you.
Upon seeing the painting, White Feather was struck with astonishment!
The figure in the artwork was none other than himself!
It was a perfect likeness, as if the seated her had been mirrored!
What astounded White Feather even more was that the portrait Jiang Hao had just completed seemed to possess a spirit of its own!
It was utterly inconceivable!
At that moment, Jiang Hao set down his brush, gazed at the painting with a nod of approval.
He then lifted his latest creation and turned to White Feather with a query.
“White Feather, can you inhabit this painting?”
A wave of excitement washed over White Feather at the question.
“Indeed, Master. Your painting already possesses a spirit.
And since Master has depicted your servant, there is an inherent affinity between this servant and the painting. I can fully inhabit it!”
Jiang Hao's heart swelled with joy at the response, though concern quickly followed.
“Will the essence of Confucianism and Taoism within it constrain you?”
White Feather nodded, prompting a flicker of disappointment in Jiang Hao.
But to his surprise, White Feather continued.
“Master, while the energy within your painting does suppress me, since the painting's subject is me, the suppression is negligible!”
“Once I inhabit this painting and fully assimilate and command it,
the energy within will not only cease to restrain me, but will also become an additional power at my disposal!”
White Feather explained, brimming with elation.
Hearing this, Jiang Hao's delight was renewed.
“If that's the case, then this painting is yours!”