I Was a Demon Painter for Three Hundred Years

The demon race has risen beyond the borders. Cultivators roam the martial world, ordinary people suffer, and peace is scarce across the land.

Han Jiang spent ten years painting demons in the Demon-Slaying Bureau, acquiring all kinds of techniques and treasures.

At last, one day, he had no choice but to leave Chaotian City and venture deep into the martial world, where he would face schemes by cultivators and sword immortals, as well as the covetous gaze of ancient great demons.

With a white bone brush, he captures demons and banishes evil, paints the heavens and the earth, and brings every kind of living thing to life in his strokes. He sketches a land of splendid beauty and bustling prosperity, and ultimately paints a masterpiece to his heart's content.

He is not the first demon painter to enter the martial world, but he is the last.

“Dad, I'm hungry.” The little bear demon stared at the man in the distance, a white bone brush hanging from his waist, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Brat, next life, try not to be so greedy.” The old bear demon gazed up at the sky, his voice mournful.