"How about the rewards?"
"As long as you’re willing to participate, regardless of the outcome in this competition, Bai Ze University is willing to give you a legendary resource. If you can lead the team to win the world championship, there will be an additional legendary resource and a 20 million cash prize. Besides that, all the rewards from the world championship will be yours personally."
Chen Meng stated the rewards for being a "hitman," which was actually a result she had negotiated for Chen Mo, initially just securing an epic-level spiritual material.
Now, it’s like a super double-up.
"No problem, I’ll join!"
Chen Mo gladly agreed.
"It’s not about the money, it’s mainly to bring honor to the country, right? Jiu Bao."
The Wish-making White Fox nodded gently.
It loved things like the Baby Cup the most!
It could experience the joy of trouncing weaker opponents again! And bullying Spirit Masters from other countries made it even more interesting!
"Then I’ve sent your WeChat to Mr. Luo, she should be contacting you soon."
Soon, a small red dot appeared on Chen Mo’s WeChat — a friend request from Luo Jiangyue.
After adding her as a friend, Chen Mo confirmed the specific time and location of the competition.
This year’s World University Spirit Master Championship will be held in Tianhai City, Dongxia, on January 18th, which is two weeks from now.
The time was quite ample, so maybe he could visit Thundercliff once before then.
Of course, before that, he naturally had to complete the challenge for the [Painter] entry first.
After another two days of "street performance," Chen Mo finally completed the challenge for the [Painter] entry.
The moment he obtained the entry, he quickly packed up and left, then found a secluded spot and entered the Heart of the Sea to equip the entry to Bing Lan.
At the moment of equipping the entry, countless pieces of knowledge about painting appeared in Bing Lan’s mind.
Now it was like a painting master, its mind full of art and drawing knowledge.
Overall proportions, perspective relationships, light and shadow angles, color matching, composition...
After recovering from the influx, its pupils dilated, dumbfounded.
Is this the power from a Spirit Master!?
But to fully digest this knowledge, constant practice was needed.
"Bing Lan, now you can try creating spirit paintings."
Chen Mo said with a smile.
The little bluebird could hardly wait; it first condensed a piece of pure ice canvas the size of a thumb and one meter in length and width and then began drawing on it with spiritual power as its brush.
Soon, an adorable and soft Tuantuan emerged onto the ice.
The Time Rice Dumpling Spirit in the image was vivid and life-like.
Compared to before, the little bluebird had made a qualitative leap in painting techniques.
Yet it still lacked spiritual flavor.
It was just an ordinary painting.
The little bluebird was somewhat disappointed; it thought it could succeed at once with its talent and a little help from Chen Mo, and then stun Chen Mo and Xiao Jiu.
"Don’t worry, Lord Bing Feng is a genius! You’ll definitely make it next time!"
It silently comforted itself and continued trying.
The little bluebird painted over ten times in a row, exhausting its spiritual power 4 times!
And its painting subjects shifted from Chen Mo’s spiritual beasts to characters from the comics it had read before.
But without exception, they all failed.
Although the characters were drawn very realistically, they always lacked that touch of inner essence.
Now it could only be called an "artisan," not a true "Spiritual Painter."
Bing Lan was feeling a bit down.
It even started to doubt if its talent was not as extraordinary as it thought?
At this moment, Tuantuan’s voice came to its ears.
The Time Rice Dumpling Spirit handed it a blueberry-flavored snow mochi, its favorite snack.
(Have a snack before training!)
"Could it be that the extraordinarily gifted Lord Bing Feng is giving up so soon?"
Sensing the little bluebird’s low spirits, Chen Mo also "comforted" it with a smile.
"Chi!" (Hmph, no way!)
As expected, upon hearing this, the little bluebird got anxious, flapped its wings a few times at Chen Mo, and prepared to resume its efforts once its spiritual power recovered.
How dare they underestimate Lord Bing Feng!
"Don’t rush, how about looking at the ’Snow Domain Spirit Painting’?"
After all, the introduction mentioned that the painting sometimes could help viewers learn the skills of spirit painting.
Bing Lan flapped the tip of its wing, nodding.
Yet, deep down, it didn’t hold too much hope.
In the past two days, it had observed ’Snow Domain Spirit Painting’ during its free time but hadn’t found anything special.
The ’Snow Domain Scroll’ slowly opened, and the little bluebird watched once more.
However, this time, after equipping the [Painter] entry, it "saw" more in the spirit painting, gaining more insights.
Everything in this painting, even the snowflakes drifting in the air, seemed to possess a complete life of their own.
In the eyes of the author who created this painting, nothing within it was dead but "alive"!
The Snow Sea Spirit let out an excited cry.
It knew where the problem lay now!
Though the things it created in its painting were very vibrant in appearance, at their core, they were hollow shells!