Chapter seventeen, "Terrifying Sword Intent."

The elder cautiously leaned over and looked at the portrait painted by Qin Feng.
On the scroll, a figure slowly appeared.
This figure was shown from the back, wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, standing on top of the blue sky and white clouds. In his hand, he held a long sword.
The lines are simple, as if drawn casually.
However, in the instant the elder saw the picture, he let out a sharp scream and jumped in fright, exclaiming in his heart:
"Sword Intent! There is sword intent in this painting!"
With just one glance, they seemed to merge into the scroll, feeling isolated, aloof, astonished, and risking everything, almost engulfed by these emotions.
The other members of the Lingjian Sect ran over with their injured bodies, and when they saw the crouching swordsmen in the portrait, they all gasped in shock.
At this moment, they seemed to be in the same world as this cloaked swordsman, and a grand sword intent surged from the cloaked swordsman, leaving them breathless.
If it were an ordinary person, perhaps they would not see anything special, but as disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, born to cultivate sword techniques, they have a profound understanding of resolving conflicts among swordsmen.
They all understand that this painting is filled with the intent of the sword.
After Qin Feng finished the last stroke of his painting, he picked it up and looked at it. As he exhaled, the still wet ink splattered onto a clean spot.
In this moment, the once monotonous portrait came to life, as if there was another world within the painting.
"This... How is this possible..." The Grand Elder took a deep breath, his eyes filled with shock.
Could it be that this is the way of the cultivation experts? Truly living up to their reputation, a mere painting contains sword intent, this is unprecedented.
If I could join the door of this powerful strong person, then I would be on the road to success.
Qin Feng handed over the portrait and said, "Let this painting be my reward."
How about saying that I also fought this guy and tediously pass off a random painting?
The Grand Elder gulped hard, his eyes widened, and his voice trembled violently, "For... for me?"
"Well, why? Don't you like it?"
Qin Feng frowned, it seemed that he still needed to improve his skills.
"I like it, of course I like it." The elder happily took the handed portrait, tears streaming down unconsciously.
With this painting, my enlightenment will definitely be elevated. At that point, who will still be my opponent?
It is very possible to comprehend the sword intention in the painting and ascend to become an immortal.
Oh my god, becoming an immortal, I can't even imagine.
You see, no one has ascended to immortality on the continent of Jiuzhou for ten thousand years. Now, as long as I understand it, I can become an immortal. What a concept.
This painting can be said to be of great significance. The Great Elder carefully put it into the space ring.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
"Huh?" Qin Feng was stunned. I hit you, and you still have to thank me. It seems that this old guy has become stupid from cultivation.
"Since you like it so much, I will accept it. I have something to do, so let's part ways here."
The Grand Elder chuckled, "Where are you headed, my friend? We have so many people here, we can take care of you and protect you."
"Uh..." Qin Feng was stunned. He had already issued the expulsion order, but how come this old guy didn't understand the underlying meaning of his words?
However, facing a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, he couldn't refuse. He could only reluctantly agree.
"Well, since that's the case, we'll set up camp here and rest. You can leave this place tomorrow."
Qin Feng turned around and headed towards the distant rocks. He didn't like being with a bunch of old guys, it was just too boring.
The Great Elder's face lit up with joy and he quickly turned to look at the disciple behind him.
At this moment, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect all looked towards the empty spatial ring pointed by the Great Elder's hand, a hint of greed flashing in their eyes. They all knew how important this thing was for cultivating the path of swordsmanship.
如果获得，那他们不就可以一飞腾达了嘛。
修仙之旅指日可待。
可大长老居然自己收藏起来，明显早中饱私囊啊。
其他长老同样如此，几人互相看了看，纷纷点头同意。
"What are you standing around for? Get to work!"
The elder's roar made some disciples start working in a hurry.
The mentors and elders of the Spirit Sword sect walked up to the elder with a smile and asked, "Boss, could you let us see the pictures in your spatial ring?"
The elder leader frowned and stared coldly at the few people in front of him.
"What do you mean? This painting was given to me by the predecessor, what does it have to do with you?"
An old man took a big step forward and murmured, "Elder leader, you are in the wrong here. We are all elders of the Spirit Sword Sect. You using the sect's precious treasure privately... we..."
The grand elder's face changed slightly and he stared coldly at the elderly man who had just spoken.
"Elder Three, don't forget, within the entire sect, apart from the sect master, I am the law. Do you really want to rebel?!"
"Hehe, Elder Dachang is mistaken. We just want to discuss the mystery behind this painting together. You wouldn't refuse to show it, right? As long as you show it, we can guarantee not to disclose the origin of this painting. Moreover, the precious treasure of the sect won't be mentioned as something you gave away. What do you think?"
Big Elder's face is twitching. He himself is in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul realm, while the Sect Master of Lingjian Sect is a Cultivation Dividing Stage powerhouse. Even if everyone joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for just one of the Sect Master's hands.
If the patriarch knew, I'm afraid I would be killed miserably here.
You see, the patriarch's power has reached a terrifying level. If he finds out that I gave the clan's treasure to someone else, I'm afraid I would lose my life right here.
Especially these old guys who also want to show off their sword skills. I really wish I could send them off now.
The grand elder gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Alright, I promise you. But, let me make this clear, if the clan leader finds out about this, you all know what the consequences will be?"
The third elder laughed and said, "Hahaha, don't worry, Elder, we can say we're like fleas on the same rope. If it's not acceptable, we can just give the portrait to the sect leader, right?"
Upon hearing the words, the elder reluctantly brought a few people to an open-topped area, taking out the swordsman depicted in Qin Feng's painting.
As soon as it was brought out, an extremely violent sword intent was unleashed from the painting, forming sword energy in its wake, causing the three closest elders to collapse on the ground under the pressure of the sword energy.
"What a terrifying sword intent, I'm afraid even among the sect's treasures, this kind of sword intent cannot be sensed. I agree with Zhou Yi, this senior is truly a master among masters. I believe this senior must be an immortal or someone who has already reached the level close to immortality!"