"Artistic Conception."
"So, how do you feel now?"
"As if I’m in the middle of it."
The boy felt as if he wasn’t in his own living room, but rather in the midst of a forest, with mountains, waters, and scenery.
Master Bai sighed and turned his head back to the screen.
"Once this painting is uploaded to the official website, the other judges will evaluate it. You should pay close attention to their comments then."
Although he didn’t quite understand his grandfather’s words, the boy still obediently agreed.
While professionals were still lost in the painting, longtime fans had begun blowing rainbow farts in the comment section like crazy.
[I just want to know, what is this painting called?]
[Yeah, right, it feels like it needs an awesome name!]
[Emmmm, apart from ’awesome,’ I can’t think of any other words right now.]
[A name? What name in this world is worthy of this painting???]
[I beg you, don’t speak, I always feel like it might ruin it.]
In the study of the Palm Pavilion, Tang Shu glanced at the comment section and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes. Then he picked up his brush and left two characters in the corner of the rice paper:
The two characters were written in Cursive Script, with a sharp and powerful vigor that seemed to penetrate through the paper.
[I’m sorry, I couldn’t recognize them?]
[Holy sh*t, I was too embarrassed to say it above, I’m impressed with you!]
[Emmmmm, am I holding Uncle She back? I only know it’s two characters.]
[I burst into tears, I didn’t recognize a single word, I feel like I’m illiterate—]
[So, is it Spring Charm?!]
The last comment came from an art student who specialized in both Chinese painting and calligraphy.
Spring Charm, two simple characters, yet they completely conveyed all the meaning contained in the painting.
When Tang Shu added his seal beneath the words Spring Charm, the Spring Charm Painting was fully completed.
After a while, it seemed that finally a Challenger snapped out of it and typed out a series of ellipses to express their feelings.
And as Challengers, the shock they felt upon seeing the finished work was far more intense than that of ordinary people!
"I’ve lost convincingly."
"This Uncle She truly deserves the title of a judge."
"This kind of Artistic Conception that makes one feel as if they are in the middle of it, is something I could never achieve in my entire life."
Once the painting was revealed, without even uploading their work to the competition section, they knew they had lost.
The outcome was already clear; there was no need to wait for the judges to finish viewing all the works in the first round to decide. Anyone with a bit of understanding of Chinese painting could tell the difference.
It wasn’t just a slight difference.
The Challengers knew the outcome of the Challenge Beyond One’s Level this time, yet they weren’t despondent or dejected; at this moment, they were still staring eagerly at the painting on the screen, with eyes shining brightly!
Though defeated, they were defeated gloriously!
"I think I have some ideas now..."
"So, you can paint like that; why didn’t I think of it before?"
"The blending is perfect, not a single flaw in the whole piece. How exactly was that flowing water brushed on? I really want to rewind and watch it again—"
The words [I’ve lost] appeared for the first time in the comment section of the live stream, followed by a dozen or so similar sentiments.
Despite varying numbers of characters, they all conveyed the same meaning—they had lost.
This time, the ones shocked weren’t the art students but rather the ordinary viewers and the naysayers.
[Wait a minute! I can’t keep up; why are you admitting defeat so quickly???]