Time Travel: The Heroine Has Arrived!-Chapter 1449: Qiao Zhihe Side Story (Part 3)
Qiao Zhihe heard his words and somehow felt a tremor in his heart.
"Sir, you mentioned altering fate against the heavens, is it very difficult?" he asked.
The old man looked at him and said, "Difficult? To change a person’s innate life pattern, to exchange it for another, allowing someone who should have died to live on and even live better than most people. Would you say that’s difficult or not?"
After he finished, he muttered to himself, "This Huaxia truly is a land of hidden talents. I always thought I was one of the best, but I didn’t expect such a high master to exist, this is simply divine skills of Ghost and Gods."
Divine skills of Ghost and Gods!
Qiao Zhihe’s body trembled.
He suddenly remembered that many years ago, one night, Sister Death took him to a mountaintop.
There, he saw the most beautiful night scene of his life.
At that time, Sister Death asked him a question: "If one day, you know you are about to step into death, what thoughts would you have?"
How did he answer then? He said he was unwilling.
He remembers the other party didn’t say anything at the time.
And a few days later, she told him, "You will become a very famous painter, living a life of peace and prosperity."
Why hadn’t he thought about it at that time?
If there really was nothing going on, why would Sister Death suddenly ask such a question, or emphasize such words?
At this moment, the old man opposite asked, "Young man, do you know the master who altered fate against the heavens for you? Can you introduce me? Such a master, I must pay my respects... No, doing such things, Heavenly Dao will not let him off..."
Heavenly Dao will not let her off.
This sentence was like a thunderclap, echoing in Qiao Zhihe’s mind.
He heard his own dry voice say, "Sir, if one forcibly alters fate against the heavens, what consequences will that person face?"
Qiao Zhihe thought, his face must look awful now, because the old man’s eyes were filled with sympathy and concern.
He said, "Altering fate against the heavens, at worst, would cost all cultivation, reducing one to a cripple; at worst, they could be annihilated."
Qiao Zhihe’s vision went black.
"I have very important business to attend to in the Underworld and might not come to see you for a long time."
So, this so-called important business turned out to be like this?
Qiao Zhihe did not ask what would happen if the one who altered fate against the heavens was not a human, but the Grim Reaper.
He was afraid of hearing the consequences he did not want to hear.
He absentmindedly packed up his things and headed back.
Don’t ask, don’t listen.
In that way, he could pretend Sister Death just suffered some penalty, and she just went back to the Underworld to heal her wounds or take care of some matters.
As long as he waited patiently, he could eventually wait for her to return.
He didn’t see the look of pity in the eyes of the old man behind him.
Qiao Zhihe spent his entire life waiting for someone he never met.
As Sister Death said, he lived a life of peace and prosperity, healthy and fulfilled.
His life was smooth and satisfying, the only puzzling thing being that he never married.
Not marrying isn’t very uncommon for artists, but the strange thing is, this master of the painting world never had a close female friend in his life.
On Qiao Zhihe’s seventy-ninth birthday, he seemed to feel something in the ether, and held an art exhibition.
This exhibition shook the entire painting world.
Because it was Master Qiao’s only portrait exhibition, and the theme revolved around one person.
An innumerable number of obviously Grim Reaper portraits filled the art gallery, but nobody found them sinister or frightful.
In this master’s hand, this Grim Reaper had a delicate and perfect face; though the expression was cold, deep in the eyes lay warmth and gentle light that was uniquely his.
Even those who did not understand painting could immediately see the artist’s feelings towards the person in the painting.
This person must be Master Qiao’s lover, right?
Though it was unclear why he depicted his lover as the Grim Reaper, it didn’t appear awkward.
Rather it added a unique sense of beauty.
Some people wanted to purchase the paintings at a high price, but they were all refused by Qiao Zhihe.
After this birthday, his health began to rapidly decline.
He probably knew he wouldn’t live much longer, so he made up his mind to show his true feelings to the world before he died.
In August of the year 2393 of the Huaxia Calendar, the famous painter Qiao Zhihe passed away at home.
Before dying, he made a will, donating all his possessions and artworks (except for the portraits) to charity.
As for that batch of stunningly beautiful paintings that fascinated countless people, they were cremated along with his remains, no longer remaining in the world.
