Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. How bizarre it was that the mont the staff mber touched the painting, such a miraculous change occurred!
Among the crowd, besides the business elites, there were many obsessed with painting. When an old man saw this scene, he was dumbfounded, his whole body trembling.
Shock filled his eyes.
"Stop!"
After being shocked for a while, the old man saw the staff mber about to touch the painting again and imdiately bellowed out, the powerful voice ringing in everyone’s ears with a buzzing sound.
The staff mber was taken aback and asked the old man, "Mr. HuachI, what’s wrong?"
"Huachi?"
When the crowd heard this na, they were all stunned, and all of a sudden, all eyes were focused on this person.
The na Huachi was familiar to them, as well-known as thunder in their ears, with legends describing him as a painting fanatic with top-tier connoisseurship!
Leng Ruobing couldn’t help but be shocked as well. She had heard of Huachi’s na countless tis, and in her study, there were even several of Huachi’s works that she often read.
"Why is he asking that man to stop?"
Curiosity rose in everyone’s hearts.
No one paid heed to the old man, who, full of excitent, walked towards Xiao Zheng’s painting, his eyes intently fixed on the incomprehensible symbols on it, showing an extrely enraptured expression,
truly appearing obsessed.
The scene mystified the onlookers even more.
Could this painting actually be a masterpiece?
"Quick! Fetch a glass of water,"
the Huachi old man said to the staff mber at that ti.
"Ah... okay."
The staff mber was startled but quickly found a glass of water and handed it to the elderly Huachi.
The Huachi elder did not even look at the staff mber. He took the glass of water and drank it in one gulp, then, without swallowing, he spat it out onto Xiao Zheng’s artwork. Imdiately, a large splash of water hit the painting.
And then, a shocking scene unfolded!
That painting, originally a cluster of dense ink, now seed to co to life in an instant, transforming into a vivid landscape painting!
The beauty was breathtaking.
"My God, what is going on?" Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
How could it be possible!
Just a spray of water, and in a blink of an eye, the painting turned into a fine piece of art!
Leng Ruobing’s eyes widened in astonishnt, disbelieving.
"Old sir, what exactly is going on? Can you tell us?" soone eagerly asked the Huachi elder.
Many in the audience rubbed their eyes as if they had seen a ghost.
This was just too magical!
"This... this is the Mountain Formation Diagram!"
The Huachi elder, looking at the painting in front of him, was extrely excited, his body trembling, his gaze fixated with manic obsession.
"The Mountain Formation Diagram?"
Upon hearing these three words, everyone was stunned.
The Mountain Formation Diagram!
Anybody with even a little knowledge of the art world would recognize these words.
The Mountain Formation Diagram, legend has it, consisted of six paintings that first appeared in South Africa. Their astonishing artistic achievents electrified the entire art world in an instant!
This Mountain Formation Diagram, following the style of Chinese ink landscape paintings, had made further breakthroughs on this basis, creating a novel style of brushwork!
What did this signify?
The founding of a new school!
In the history of the art world, there were many great masters: Da Vinci, Picasso, Monet... Each shone like a brilliant star, illuminating the heavens, and nearly pushed the developnt of art to its limits!
By this point in ti, it was rare for anyone to make such massive breakthroughs in art as had been done before. They could only explore at the fringes, making it difficult for epoch-shaking masterpieces to erge!
The Mountain Array Painting shattered the stalemate.
That novel way of brushwork, that peak of artistic achievent, placed its author on a level to rival those grand masters of history!
"This Mountain Array Painting, practically each ti one shows up, it causes a major earthquake in the entire art world, with its auction price never going below three hundred million!"
The painting enthusiast spoke slowly, "Up to now, there have been five Mountain Array Paintings. The sixth has never appeared. I can be certain that the young man just now must have seen this sixth painting and copied it!
This... This is the sixth Mountain Array Painting!"
As he said this, he nearly knelt down, his expression bordering on madness as he gazed at the Mountain Array Painting before him, as if it wasn’t a re painting but a pile of gold and silver treasures that he was terrified of soone else snatching away...
Hiss...
Everyone took in a sharp breath.
They truly couldn’t believe it,
Xiao Zheng, with his carefree deanor, had not seed serious about painting at all. How could he produce a work of divine artistry just like that?
What was going on?
Leng Ruobing stepped forward and, upon seeing the Mountain Array Painting, was entranced as well.
So beautiful!
It was indeed the pinnacle of perfection.
"Previously, Xiao Zheng said he was a master artist, and that his works sold for several hundred million in South Africa. Could it be true? Could it be... that he is the author of this Mountain Array Painting?"
Leng Ruobing suddenly thought of this.
For anyone else, Leng Ruobing would have found it hard to believe, but Xiao Zheng was shrouded in a layer of mystery, making it difficult for her not to believe.
With that thought, Leng Ruobing couldn’t help but turn her head to look for Xiao Zheng, only to discover that he had already vanished without a trace, with no sign of where he had gone.
...
At this mont, up on the rooftop!
The north wind howled, and the black-clad painter stood on the edge of the rooftop, poking his head out and glancing down below. The drop to the ground was the height of over a dozen floors.
But as he stood there on the edge, he was completely still. His eyes coldly watched the figure opposite him, who was none other than Xiao Zheng!
"Heh heh, what’s the use of being an assassin if you’re so unprofessional?"
Xiao Zheng smiled relaxedly.
"Hmph!"
The black-clad painter snorted and said, "How did you know my identity?"
Xiao Zheng smiled faintly, "I knew from the start, when you showed a hint of murderous intent towards my wife."
"What?"
Hearing this, the assassin’s expression drastically changed, and he stared at Xiao Zheng in shock, "You identified just from the killing intent I carelessly exposed?"
"Hmm."
Xiao Zheng nodded, "Why would I lie to you?"
"This can’t be possible!"
A trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the black-clad painter as he yelled, sowhat losing composure.
He had been in this business for a long ti and knew that only those demonically skillful masters possessed such an ability!
"You don’t believe ?"
Xiao Zheng chuckled, then his expression suddenly turned ice-cold, as a surge of murderous intent burst forth, like an oppressive force blanketing the sky and bearing down on the black-clad painter.
"Do you believe now?"
Xiao Zheng asked coldly.
At that mont, in the eyes of the black-clad painter, Xiao Zheng was like a Demon God towering into the clouds, coldly looking down upon him.
"It’s just my bad luck, thinking it was just an ordinary assassination mission, only to run into a demonically skilled individual," the black-clad painter said with a bitter smile.
Xiao Zheng’s eyes narrowed into a cold sliver as he said, "You just need to tell who sent you, and I might consider letting you die a quick death."
(Brothers and sisters, I implore you once more to cast your votes, this week is crucial! If we do well, there will be more free ti to write; if not, I won’t be able to continue writing~)
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