Brushstroke of the Lazy Immortal
By @john1208
I just wanted to paint the perfect plum blossom. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, yes. My sect forced me into an arranged engagement with Teng Qingshuang - the realm’s strictest, most rigid Heavenly Dao enforcer. During our disastrous engagement banquet, arrogant sword cultivators crashed the party to assassinate the 'useless artisan' groom. I was too busy admiring the dramatic lighting to care, until one of them bumped my arm and ruined a master-crafted brush. Annoyed, I drew a cage in the air with crimson ink. Suddenly, the loudest martial tyrant was screaming from inside my landscape scroll, permanently trapped as a 2D background peasant. That’s when I realized my Dao of Everyday Life isn't just art - it overwrites reality. The truly terrifying part? I'm discovering hidden, world-altering brushstrokes painted across the sky that I definitely didn't draw today. My past self rigged the entire universe as a giant canvas, leaving behind a trail of pre-painted traps just waiting for me to wake up. Now, I'm dragged into a high-speed war against arrogant traditionalists. Yesterday, I cut a mountain in half with a single brushstroke just because it ruined the horizon's composition. Can I finish my masterpiece before the Heavens erase us?
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