My Father Has Definitely Been Possessed

Li Changqing still remembered reading a phrase in his school textbooks:

"Talented people often meet their end due to their own skills."

He never quite understood why talented individuals would perish because of their abilities, but now he finally understood.

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As a woodcarver, being killed by his own wood carving falling off a shelf and hitting him was indeed dying by his own skills.

Yet, in the moment of his last breath, Li Changqing felt only relief.

He had been obsessed with carving all his life and had reached a masterful level, but this skill had not brought him a good life.

His wife fell seriously ill, and he had no money for treatment. Eventually, she passed away. His only son, after growing up, fell in with a bad crowd, lazing around all day, only asking for money, stealing valuable items from home to sell, and getting into trouble with the law was a common occurrence.

A few days ago, because he had no money to give him, his son even punched him and hurled insults. Li Changqing felt his life was a complete failure.

Death, perhaps, was a form of liberation.

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Minghong Prefecture, Changting Town.

A loud crash accompanied by a thousand-year-old ancient tree in the center of Changting Town being struck by lightning marked the end of a three-day torrential downpour.

It had been many years since Changting Town had seen such heavy rain.

In a corner of Qingyun Square in Changting Town, there was an unremarkable shop with three characters written above it: Changqing Painting Boat.

The shop was somewhat shabby, not in a great location, and behind it was a small courtyard. Inside the house in that courtyard, a figure opened the window to look outside.

"It's finally stopped."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a weary face, looking as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Li Changqing never expected that after being killed by a wood carving, he would be transported to this mysterious world, into the body of someone who had just died.

When he first arrived in this world, Li Changqing was bewildered.

Although he had read many novels in his previous life and knew about transmigration, what bewildered him was that others who transmigrated would inherit the original host's memories, but Li Changqing inherited none.

All he knew was that the original host had died from coughing up blood, likely due to a fit of rage.

Moreover, since he arrived, it had been pouring rain, making it impossible for Li Changqing to go outside.

He searched the house but found no food. There was some silver, but silver couldn't be eaten, and with the rain outside, there was no place to buy anything. Li Changqing endured hunger for three days, fearing he might starve to death just after transmigrating.

Fortunately, the rain stopped today, and Li Changqing could finally go out to buy food.

However, during the three days at home, Li Changqing wasn't completely clueless. He found many written records left by the original host and, through reading them, gained some understanding of this world.

In this world, martial arts thrived, and there were cultivators, but the cultivation method in this world surprised Li Changqing.

Martial artists entered a state of enlightenment through paintings, gaining insights from them.

Someone might observe a painting of a wild ox shaking a mountain and gain insights into the technique "Mountain Shattering Force," becoming immensely powerful, capable of moving mountains with bare hands!

Another might observe a painting of a blade with a cold moonlight gleam and gain insights into the "Cold Moon Divine Blade Technique," slaying alien races and earning fame far and wide.

Thus, in this world, painters held a prestigious status.

Those who could become painters could sense the spirit of heaven and earth when holding a brush, cultivating their spirit, and the strength of their spirit determined the level of their paintings.

Powerful painters possessed unfathomable might, with a single painting capable of subduing the heavens and earth, a single stroke painting the cosmos, wielding boundless power!

Therefore, those with the potential to become painters were truly one in a million.

The original Li Changqing in this world had the ability to sense the spirit when holding a brush from a young age, possessing the potential to become a painter. His dream was to reach the legendary realm of the Painting Sage, standing at the pinnacle of this world.

Unfortunately, although Li Changqing had potential, it was limited. He had some skill, but it was like having a brush without bristles.

He had been painting since childhood, and now in his thirties, he had achieved little. His once prosperous family had been painted away, and he now made a living by running a painting boat.

Even his only son had left home over three years ago. From some letters, Li Changqing knew his son, Li Hengsheng, was now cultivating in a sect called Dao Mountain Ancient Land.

Sadly, no one bought his paintings because they were mediocre, and no one could gain insights from them. Who would buy such paintings?

He maintained the painting boat, living off the money his son sent each month.

Li Changqing felt the original host's life was truly a failure.

He had looked at the paintings in the boat, and honestly, they were very mediocre.

The paintings of beasts and such were not lifelike at all, lacking spirit, with rough details.

This was because, in this world, painters couldn't paint things they hadn't seen, and for someone like Li Changqing, a painter without the strength to truss a chicken, it was impossible to observe beasts up close.

Unlike some major powers, who would send martial artists to capture real beasts for their painters to observe, to cultivate their own painters.

As dawn broke, sunlight spread over the entire Changting Town, and Li Changqing hurriedly took his silver and ran out. He was starving.

If he didn't eat soon, he might really die again.

"Hey, Painter Li, where are you rushing off to?" As soon as he ran onto the street, someone greeted Li Changqing.

But Li Changqing didn't recognize them at all, so he ignored them and quickly looked for a place to eat in town.

Seeing Li Changqing ignore him, the person awkwardly smiled, not taking offense.

Although Li Changqing was an unskilled painter, he was still a painter, holding a higher status. No one knew when Li Changqing might suddenly paint a masterpiece and soar to great heights.

Everyone knew that Li Changqing had once painted a piece that allowed a disciple from a noble family to gain insights and cultivate from the Transcendence Realm to the Postnatal Realm.

Li Changqing had boasted about this for many years.

He would mention it to everyone he met.

Someone approached and asked Li Changqing, "Painter Li, what a coincidence, have you eaten?"

Li Changqing replied, "Hmm? How did you know my painting helped someone reach the Postnatal Realm?"

Even Xianglin's Wife would be ashamed.

Along the way, people kept greeting him. Li Changqing either ignored them or nodded. Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Li Changqing found a street stall.

It was selling breakfast, with quite a few people eating there. The aroma wafted over, making Li Changqing's stomach growl again.

Li Changqing plopped down and quickly asked the stall owner to serve him some food.

"Hey, Painter Li!" The stall owner, an honest middle-aged man, was surprised to see Li Changqing.

Li Changqing actually came to his stall to eat?

Usually, Li Changqing held himself in high regard and wouldn't eat at such places, preferring the Jin Hong Tower in town. What was going on today?

Even the other customers were curious.

Seeing the owner in a daze, Li Changqing quickly said, "Boss, hurry up, anything will do, just bring me some food."

"Oh, okay!" The owner snapped back to reality and quickly served breakfast.

It was just some plain porridge and small dishes, along with a bit of fried dough.

Li Changqing devoured the food ravenously. After three days without eating, this simple meal was the best he had ever tasted in both his lives.

Just as Li Changqing was wolfing down his food, he heard someone shout from not far away, "Painter Li, there you are. Saves me a trip to your house. Here's a letter for you."

Li Changqing looked up to see a man in purple approaching, carrying a large box on his back. He rummaged through the box and handed a letter to Li Changqing.

With his mouth full of fried dough and not caring about the grease on his hands, Li Changqing curiously took the letter and saw the name Li Hengsheng written on the envelope.

A letter from his son?