Starting at a Street Art Stall: I Made the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Regret Everything

Eastern fantasy, play the pig to eat the tiger, comedy, power fantasy, sweet teasing, and mutual devotion After the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion destroyed my Dao heart, I hid outside Lingyue City, posing as a timid painter to stay alive. The blue stone inkstone at my stall was carved with mysterious sigils no one understood. A casually drawn character meaning “trip” could make a brawny bandit from Blackwind Stronghold smash his face into the ground. Even the scruffy little puppy at my feet was descended from Di Ting, a creature that could read people's hearts. But trouble kept piling up. A cool, aloof zither player came by my stall every day. Whenever she plucked the strings and shattered souls, her eyes always drifted toward the hand holding my brush. A boy in the alley kept watch on me, clutching a piece of dry bread; whenever I pressed down on my inkstone, he edged half a step closer. Even the inner city's guards clutched their command tokens and stole glances at me, while hidden arrows from the rooftops flew straight for me! When dirty water splashed over my painting and “accidentally” stopped a poisoned arrow, the zither player suddenly called me out: “That arrow would have grazed your ear.” When the little puppy rubbed against my trouser leg and sent me a thought, “The malice is coming from the shadows,” I finally realized: the murky waters of Lingyue City had already swept me into the heart of it all. After pretending to be a good-for-nothing for so long, it seemed this crowd had already seen through me!