Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

Chapter 762: ‘Yearning, Sorrow, Passion’

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It seemed as if Jiang Yi had immersed himself completely as he totally ignored the duo. He gazed deeply at the remarkably beautiful married woman before putting aside this painting and started moving his brush again.

This time, a handsome and refined middle-aged person was drawn. However, it was not like a portrait painting. Rather, it was a scene of Jiang Bieli saving him while abandoning his own life. There was a terrifying big hand imprint above the sky while Jiang Bieli held up a black shield and charged towards the big hand imprint resolutely.

“When you see this illusion, it would mean that I have died. Don’t be sad because I have failed my responsibility as a father. I’m not worth being sad for.”

The words left behind in the illusion of Jiang Bieli reverberated in Jiang Yi’s mind once again. His entire mind had submerged into sadness as he stared at the painting blankly before he squinted his eyes gradually.

At this moment, the eyes of Feng Luan and Qing Yu who was behind him were flooding with tears and couldn’t be held back. The duo was able to feel deep sadness from this painting. Apparently, this painting also possessed indescribable magic that would cause a person to be immersed in sadness.

“Tsk!”

Jiang Yi placed this painting aside and started moving his brush again. This time, it was still a person and was a young lady, a lady that was filled with charm. The young lady stood on top of the tattered city walls, and her surroundings were filled with soldiers and corpses. Her white gown and fine black hair fluttered in the wind, and there was blood dripping out from the corner of her mouth. However, her face was filled with a contented smile. That radiance within her eyes seemed to be telling the world how fortunate she was.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Brush stopping, ink drying!

However, this time, a drip of tears fell down from Jiang Yi’s eyes. He immediately turned his face aside and no longer dared to look at the painting. When he turned his head back, he discovered Feng Luan and Qing Yu were staring at him. Their eyes were filled with sadness and pity while both of their faces were flowing with tears. Both of them pounced themselves into Jiang Yi’s embrace after confirming he was no longer painting.

“I’m fine. You need not be worried about me.”

He forced a smile out when he saw the two ladies trembling on his shoulders because they were sobbing spasmodically. His eyes had turned sober while he embraced both of them tightly. He had never dared to reveal his inner weakness in front of everyone because he was their sky, a sky that would never collapse! Follow current s on novelenglish.net . ꜰirᴇ

“Feng’er, how are these three paintings of mine?”

Jiang Yi inquired confidently when he saw the duo’s mood had stabled down by a bit. Feng Luan lifted her head up and wiped her eyes. She didn’t look towards those three paintings. Rather, she stared at Jiang Yi foolishly, “Young Master, dao patterns are infused into the three paintings. The first painting contains the Power of Life and the second painting contains the Power of Destruction. The third one contained the Power of Wind. All these three paintings are Heaven Paintings. There isn’t much of an improvement in your painting skill, and they are barely enough at the Art Ancestor level. However... there are three different emotions contained within these three paintings. The first painting would stir the feeling of yearning, the second painting would bring forth sorrow, and the third would bring forth passion. It is impossible to estimate the price of these three paintings...”

Qing Yu interrupted. “Young Master, these three paintings are drawn so well. Can we not sell them? We can just paint some other Heaven Paintings.”

“Right!” Feng Luan realized and continued, “These three paintings are priceless treasures within my heart. Young Master, can we not sell them?”

“Sell!”

Jiang Yi explained very firmly, “It is because of the value of these paintings. Hence, I’m going to sell them. I want to let more people see these paintings and let them circulate the name of Yi Piaopiao. Perhaps... someday, she would come and look for me after learning of these paintings.”

Feng Luan and Qing Yu looked at each other. Feng Luan inquired profoundly, “Who is Yi Piaopiao?”

Jiang Yi revealed traces of tenderness when he tossed his gaze towards the first painting. He replied softly, “It’s this lady. She’s my mother.”

“Uh...”

Both of them produce soft acknowledgment. Jiang Yi didn’t tell them about his past, and Jiang Xiaonu would hardly speak about this topic as well. They had just realized the reason why Jiang Yi would always sign ‘Yi Piaopiao’ on his paintings. There was actually a special message behind the signature.

Qing Yu tilted her head to a side and inquired, “Young Master, where’s your mother? Why isn’t she looking for you?”

The radiance in Jiang Yi’s eyes dimmed, and he shook his head. “I have no idea. I’m tired. Frame up these paintings and get Wanguan to sell them...”

“En!”

Feng Luan and Qing Yu no longer persuaded him because there was an unusual meaning behind these drawings. Feng Luan picked up the brush and gently left behind the Yi Piaopiao signature on three of the paintings. Meanwhile, Qing Yu searched for the frames and quickly packaged these three paintings.

Suddenly, a thought struck onto Qing Yu as she proposed, “Big Sister, let’s give these three paintings a name!”

“Alright!”

Feng Luan thought for a moment before leaving behind these words on the three paintings respectively: ‘Yearning’, ‘Sorrow’...’Passion’!

Other than dao patterns being infused inside these paintings, it would also bring forth a special emotion to others. Feng Luan placed these three paintings into three zen wood boxes carefully before bringing them out and handed it over to Qian Wanguan. She briefed him seriously. “The value of these three paintings is extremely high. Don’t put it on sale immediately. Check if there’s any huge auction in the city. An auction house would generally only take a 10% commission.”

“Auction?”

Qian Wanguan looked at these three zen wood boxes suspiciously and inquired. “Normally, those items auctioned in the auction house are extremely valuable. Could it be that Boss’ painting skill has advanced greatly?”

“You don’t have to care about it!” Feng Luan waved her hand. “I will get Young Master to teleport you out, and you are to operate according to the plan we have just discussed. Don’t divulge your whereabouts.”

Qian Wanguan nodded his head, and Feng Luan went to look for Jiang Yi. Qian Wanguan was sent out after the Thearch Palace flashed in white rays. Qian Wanguan then spoke a few words to the Golden Flood Dragon before exiting alone.

“Greetings my Lord. May I ask where the biggest auction house within the city is?”

Qian Wanguan changed his appearance and went to the city lord residence. He gave a ring to the guard without leaving behind any trace. That person scanned it with his divine senses before smiling immediately. “There’s no biggest auction house in the city because there’s only one auction house. Go over to the Gods Bestow Plaza and look for Situ Merchant Association. There are still three more days before the Gods Bestow Festival. The auction held by the Situ Merchant Association during the Gods Bestow Festival would be the grandest for the year. It’s better for you to hurry up if you wish to purchase or sell anything.”

“My luck is so good?”

Qian Wanguan was in joy inwardly. The grander the auction was, the more people would be there, and the price items could be auctioned off would be higher as well. He might be able to sell it off at a high price if these three paintings could really be auctioned off.

Qian Wanguan immediately made his way towards the biggest plaza within the city eagerly. That was the core of the city. Therefore, the four major clans had dominated the four sides of the plaza respectively. He had already scouted the situation out very clearly, and he located the Situ Clan’s Merchant Association easily.

A female attendant had brought him into a small hall when he entered the merchant association, and a supervisor welcomed him. “This guest, what do you wish to auction off? Because it is the Gods Bestow Festival auction, any treasures that are worth less than 100 million wouldn’t be able to participate in this auction.”

“100 million?”

The corner of Qian Wanguan’s mouth twitched. Could these three paintings be worth 100 million? Those previous drawings by Jiang Yi could only be sold for two million celestial stones. Even if he had doubled it by ten times, he still would only be able to sell it for 60 million celestial stones.

It was impossible for him to shrink back since he had reached this stage. He could only clench his teeth and take out the three big zen wood boxes from his ring. He placed it on the front desk and spoke, “These are three Heaven Paintings. Can I trouble you to invite an art appraiser to appraise the paintings and give a rough estimate of the price?”

“Heaven Paintings?”

The supervisor sneered before waving his hand, “Sorry. We have already received several hundreds of Heaven Paintings this time. Therefore... we are unable to accept these paintings of yours. However, you can auction it off in the auction three months from now.”

“Three months from now?”

Qian Wanguan’s fats trembled. There weren’t enough celestial stones left on them. How were they going to buy the God’s Sob Elixir if they couldn’t sell the paintings to earn some money? He, Qing Yu, and the others might be dead if they wouldn’t be able to withstand against the God’s Sob soul spirit attack.