Chapter 439: Soul from Thousands of Years Ago

After the game, Su Ming's performance shocked the entire stadium. Both the organizers and the audience were impressed by his amazing talent.

Just when everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of the competition, the president of the National Painting Association walked towards Su Ming in person.

The president is over sixty years old and has silver hair, but his temperament is still elegant and noble.

As the top leader of the National Painting Association, he holds important resources and voice in the entire Chinese art world.

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Since its establishment, the association has been taking "promoting traditional culture and inheriting classic art" as its mission, and has cultivated countless art masters with high reputations at home and abroad.

The members who can be absorbed by this association are all the top painters and artists in the country, representing the pinnacle level of Chinese art.

With a smile on his face and a trace of appreciation in his eyes, the president slowly said: "Su Ming, your performance today is very good. On behalf of the National Painting Association, I sincerely invite you to join. With your age and talent, you will definitely be able to join in the future. Become the mainstay of the Chinese art world and join us, you will get more resources and opportunities to go higher and fly further.”

Su Ming knew that such an invitation was an opportunity that countless painters dreamed of. Being able to join the National Painting Association meant having the highest honor and status in the art circle.

However, Su Ming rejected the president's invitation.

The president was a little surprised, but soon showed a tolerant smile and patted Su Ming on the shoulder: "Little guy, I respect your decision. However, if you change your mind one day, you are always welcome."

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Early the next morning, Su Ming woke up from his sleep. The sun shone through the window on his face, warm and soft.

He rubbed his eyes and was about to get up when he suddenly saw Tao Dachuan's soul standing quietly beside his bed with a faint smile on his face.

"Su Ming, thank you for helping me fulfill my last wish." Tao Dachuan's voice was gentle and somewhat grateful. His soul seemed more transparent and lighter than before, as if it would dissipate at any time.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Tao Dachuan was about to leave this world and embark on his next journey. "Are you leaving?" Su Ming asked in a low voice.

Tao Dachuan nodded, with a hint of relief and relief in his eyes: "Yes, my resentment has dissipated and I no longer have any worries. Thanks to you, I can finally leave with peace of mind."

Su Ming felt a slight warmth in his heart. Although they had not been together for a long time, Tao Dachuan's soul had always been with him. Now that he was about to leave, Su Ming felt a little reluctant to leave, but he also understood that everyone has his own destination.

"Goodbye, Su Ming." Tao Dachuan said softly, and then his soul turned into a faint ray of light, gradually floating in the air.

Su Ming silently watched Tao Dachuan leave, but felt an inexplicable change in his heart.

He looked down at his hands, and suddenly, a powerful force surged out of his body.

His body seemed to be released from some invisible restraint, and his whole body was filled with unprecedented energy.

This energy is not an ordinary force, but a supernatural energy that transcends ordinary people.

Su Ming felt that not only could he control thunder and lightning now, but he also had a stronger sense of perception, as if the whole world had become clearer and more vivid.

Just when Su Ming was immersed in the awakening of this power, the room suddenly became extremely cold.

A strange dark wind blew, and with the slight sound of bells, a woman's figure slowly appeared in the room.

The woman looked extremely strange - she was wearing an ancient blue dress, and her hair was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, but it covered most of her face.

Her skin was as white as jade, but it exuded a sinister aura. Her hands and ankles were covered with yellow paper charms, which glowed slightly and seemed to be suppressing some kind of power in her body. Her eyes were cold and hollow, occasionally flashing a faint blue light, as if they were from another world.

Her beauty and terror are intertwined, giving people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The long green skirt moved with the wind, seeming to carry an ancient and mysterious aura.

Su Ming stared at her warily, secretly guarding his heart. "Who are you?" he asked coldly.

The female ghost slowly raised her head, revealing a face that was both beautiful and chilling.

Her eyes showed endless sorrow and anger, and her voice was hoarse and desolate: "My name is Chu Yue. I was once a young lady from a noble family, but I was framed. In the end, not only did I die, but my soul was also suppressed. Still unable to reincarnate.”

Her voice was full of resentment and pain, as if every word carried endless grievances from her lifetime.

"Killed to death? What happened?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask.

Chu Yue lowered her head and said slowly: "I was originally the eldest daughter of the Chu family, and I once had a fiancé. He was from a prominent family, and our marriage was originally arranged by both families. But he already had another woman in his heart. But they pretended to please me in every possible way. On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally discovered the secret between him and that woman. I was framed by them, poisoned to death, and dumped in a mass grave."

Chu Yue's voice gradually choked up, and her eyes were filled with despair and anger: "However, not long after my death, they invited a Taoist priest to use a spell to suppress my soul in a mass grave. I cannot reincarnate or transcend. I can struggle in pain in the darkness and be tortured by resentment every day.”

Su Ming felt a little angry in his heart as he listened. It is indeed unbearable for such a weak woman to suffer all kinds of grievances during her lifetime and have to endure the torture of her soul being suppressed after her death.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Su Ming asked.

Chu Yue looked up at Su Ming, her voice filled with pleading and despair: "I know you are not an ordinary person, you have the power of heaven. Please... help me unlock the talisman on my body so that I can reincarnate smoothly."

Su Ming was stunned and frowned: "Tiandao? What do you think I am?"

Chu Yue showed a wry smile and shook her head: "You are the incarnation of the way of heaven and control the laws of heaven and earth."

Su Ming was even more confused when he heard this. He had never heard that he had anything to do with the "Dao of Heaven".

Su Ming calmed down, concentrated his thoughts, and tried to use his own power to remove the talisman binding on Chu Yue.

However, when he started to circulate the energy in his body, he discovered that the power did not seem to come entirely from Chu Yue, but was suppressed by a deeper force.

Soon, a picture emerged in Su Ming's mind - Chu Yue's body was suppressed in an ancient tomb.

This tomb was obviously the source of Chu Yue's inability to escape. The tomb was surrounded by thick Yin energy, and there seemed to be countless resentful souls wandering in it, making it difficult to rest in peace.