I started by controlling his master, and the protagonist begged me to slow down my kicking.

Amidst the billowing clouds, a massive flying boat bound for the sacred land of Yaochi sails on.

Inside the main hall of the flying boat, the eaves and brackets are elegantly decorated, murals hang high, and the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments can be heard continuously.

Elegant, so elegant.

The observation deck on the third floor of the main hall.

The stewards and the three disciples of Wenjian Peak were sitting upright, overlooking the entire main hall.

of course.

The three people are doing different things.

Gong Yueli narrowed her eyes slightly, sipping her tea in silence, her aura proud and aloof, like an ancient sword yet to be drawn.

Ye Chen was sullen, shaking his leg from time to time, his mind constantly replaying his recent tragic experiences.

As for Cheng Ran...

"It is a great honor for me to ride with you ladies."

He raised his cup, toasted the Yaochi stewards around him, then picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, he looked at the deacons and smiled:

"This tea has a delicate fragrance on the outside and a rich inner flavor, much like you ladies."

Upon hearing this, the deacons couldn't help but cover their faces and smile.

"Young friend Cheng's words are sweeter than honey; he's been trying to make us old folks happy ever since the beginning."

"Oh, that's not quite right."

Cheng Ran then stretched out his palm, as if to block him:

"Those who cultivate immortality naturally have a longer lifespan than mortals, so how can you sisters be considered old people?"

"Moreover, I believe that women become more charming as they mature."

"Ugh, what are you saying!"

How could these 100-year-old women possibly outmaneuver Cheng Ran, a former male model?

They were all coaxed into becoming embryos.

After a long while, the eldest deacon finally brought up the important matter:

"Ahem, the 'Spirit Drawing' should be starting soon."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ran raised an eyebrow and then turned his gaze to the main hall below.

There, the dozen or so female cultivators who had come to Yaochi were sitting at their respective tables, each covered with a large sheet of Xuan paper.

Despite the light veils covering them, it was still clear that they all looked serious.

This is the game the fairies play—

"The Spirit Painting"!

Cheng Ran had just learned a general idea while chatting with the female stewards.

This game is very simple.

It's just drawing, and then seeing who can draw better!

only......

As a game played by the cultivators of Yaochi, it naturally doesn't compare drawing skills.

Rather, it is the Dao of Life cultivated exclusively in the sacred land of Yaochi!

The Xuan paper on the table is made of a special material that will automatically leave a mark on it according to the cultivator's level of understanding of the Dao of Life within their body!

Furthermore, the method of manipulating the Dao of Life must be adjusted according to the different themes of the painting!

It belongs to the cultivation-themed game category.

Therefore, this game can also be called Fairy Cultivation...

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

"By the way, ladies, what's the theme for today's painting?"

Cheng Ran suddenly asked.

"sword."

One of the stewards answered, then turned his gaze to Gong Yueli.

Cheng Ran nodded, instantly understanding the meaning of the topic.

After all, they were responsible for entertaining Gong Yueli, the sword immortal, so it wasn't surprising that the theme was swords.

"Alright, let's begin."

At that moment, the eldest deacon suddenly began to preach to the audience.

The female cultivators below quickly got into it, and began to use the Daoist energy of life to create paintings on the Xuan paper.

......

soon.

Half an hour passed.

The nuns carried their finished paintings to the third-floor observation deck.

They handed the artwork to the deacons.

With a wave of their hands, the deacons displayed a scene before their eyes.

however.

When the female stewards saw the paintings of their disciples, their expressions suddenly turned gloomy.

Moreover, after flipping through a few more pages, he even started shaking his head.

One of them asked:

"What's wrong with these paintings today? Why are they somewhat rough?"

"this......"

The dozen or so female cultivators looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, it was Su Chan'er, who had the highest cultivation level, who stepped forward to explain:

"The disciples' cultivation is not good. Their life essence is gentle and long-lasting, which is contrary to the sharpness and edge of the sword, so they are difficult to control."

"Um......."

Upon hearing this, the deacons pursed their lips thoughtfully.

That makes a lot of sense.

Let alone these Foundation Establishment and Core Formation disciples.

Even if these Nascent Soul stage experts personally participate, they might not be able to grasp the theme of swords well.

But since we've already compared them, we can't have the disciples redraw them now.

We have to choose the best among the worst and select a champion.

They turned their gaze to Gong Yueli, who was quietly sipping tea to the side: "Sword Immortal Gong, in your opinion, which painting will win today's prize?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Yueli slightly opened her eyes and focused her gaze.

However, before she could speak, Ye Chen suddenly jumped out from the side.

"Wait a minute!"

Ye Chen stood up, bowed to his master and several Yaochi stewards, and then clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Master, esteemed seniors, would it be permissible for me, Ye, to also create a painting to participate in this competition?"

This statement came out.

All eyes of the people in Yaochi turned to this young man with a determined look in his eyes.

However, there was a hint of speechlessness in their eyes...

Who are you sending it to?

Do I also need to paint?

It should be noted that the disciples of the Jade Pool Holy Land usually specialize in cultivating the Dao of Life.

They all look like this when they're drawn.

What are you doing here, a sword cultivator?

Can't you just sit quietly and drink tea like your senior brother Cheng Ran?

But that's what I think.

Since this young man was a disciple of Gong Jianxian, the stewards still spoke tactfully:

"If this young friend wishes, then of course he can, but this time the drawing might be quite difficult..."

"It's alright."

Ye Chen waved his hand, looking extremely pretentious:

"I, Ye, have already grasped the profound mystery of this art form based on the Dao of Life! I am confident I can create a painting that will satisfy all of you sisters!"

"this......"

The deacons didn't know how to respond; they simply couldn't persuade the boy otherwise.

They turned to look at Gong Yueli, who had remained silent:

"Gong Jianxian, what do you mean?"

"Can."

Gong Yueli's tone was cold and her manner dignified and authoritative.

"walk slowly……"

Since Gong Yueli had agreed, the stewards naturally wouldn't refuse, since they didn't mind watching Ye Chen make a fool of himself anyway.

"Then please come with us, young friend."

Immediately afterwards, he left the observation platform with Ye Chen and the female cultivators under his tutelage.

......

After Ye Chen's figure disappeared.

Inside the observation deck, only Cheng Ran and Gong Yueli remained, quietly observing the scene.

Cheng Ran finally put down his teacup.

to be frank.

Not only were the stewards of Yaochi confused.

Cheng Ran was also confused.

He couldn't understand why Ye Chen would suddenly appear and show off.

However, based on his experience...

Ye Chen would never show off without being certain of his abilities.

This guy must have some kind of cheat code that can help him...

Thinking this way.

Cheng Ran walked over to Gong Yueli, sat down against the armrest of the chair she was sitting on, and gently stroked her long hair:

"Master, I have a question for you."

"Don't touch me..."

Gong Yueli slightly raised her gaze, her tone cool yet somewhat shy:

"Someone..."

Cheng Ran then made a teasing remark:

"Does Master mean that it's okay to lay hands on people when no one's around?"

"you!"

Gong Yueli was immediately furious.

But thinking of that shameless scoundrel, who might actually be on the airship...

In the end, they didn't continue.

Cheng Ran didn't take any further steps; he genuinely had a problem and wanted to invite Gong Yueli to teach him.

"Master, Junior Brother Ye is so confident, he must have some trump card up his sleeve."

Hearing that her disobedient disciple had come to discuss serious matters, Gong Yueli breathed a sigh of relief.

He then nodded slightly and explained:

"Hmm, do you know that Yunxi once went to Medicine King Valley to beg for medicine for him?"

Seeking medicine...

It seems there really is such a thing.

Cheng Ran was taken aback, but quickly realized what was going on!

The story of Mu Yunxi seeking medicine to awaken the Three Thousand Dao Bodies is very famous, so he had heard about the details.

It is said that the medicine she sought for Ye Chen back then was called the "Myriad Transformations and Life-Giving Pill".

Taking it can greatly increase the life essence within a cultivator's body.

Ye Chen also relied on this pill.

Having just recovered from that serious illness, he resumed his path of cultivating immortality.

Depend on!

It turns out it was Xiao Mu's help!

Cheng Ran shook his head. Once they returned to the Holy Land, he would punish his senior sister properly.

"Traitorous disciple."

Just then, Gong Yueli suddenly called out casually:

"Why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Cheng Ran raised an eyebrow slightly; he had no interest in showing off.

He has never liked doing things that only bring him pleasure but yield no benefit.

It's not pyrene.

It's both pleasurable and a way to cultivate your skills!

"There's no need for me to get involved. I just want to focus on cultivating immortality and becoming a fairy..."

"Unless, you're willing to make a bet with me."

"bet?"

Gong Yueli's eyebrows furrowed, feeling that this wicked disciple could not utter a peculiar word.

"What are we betting on?"

Cheng Ran nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said with a mischievous smile:

"It's very simple... If my painting surpasses everyone else's, you will have to unconditionally obey one of my orders when we have our next duel."