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The audience erupted in uproar once again.

"What did he say? He said he painted this picture?"

"Are you crazy? Who does he think he is?"

"Could he possibly impersonate an unknown master's painting?"

......

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Su Hao continued, "This painting, 'The Peacock Flies Southeast,' was painted when I was eight years old."

He pointed to the peacock's tail feathers in the painting.

"The lines of the feathers here are a bit messy because I was young at the time and my wrist strength control was not stable enough. Also, the texture of the rocks here is done with hemp fiber texture, but I only learned the basics at the time and my drawing skills were not mature."

Su Hao paused, a hint of nostalgia in his voice: "Back then, I painted this picture to lure the peacocks on the mountain. After I finished it, I hung it in the yard, and the peacocks on the mountain were really attracted. Then I caught them all and roasted them to eat."

"I casually threw this painting away, and somehow it ended up on the market and was even sold for hundreds of millions."

The exhibition hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by these words and didn't know how to refute them for a moment.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out from the crowd, pointed at Su Hao's nose, and cursed, "Who do you think you are? How dare a bumpkin like you defile the works of the renowned master Weiming? I think you're just trying to ride his coattails and create hype!"

Su Hao glanced at him, said nothing, and then slapped him twice across the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the exhibition hall.

The middle-aged man was spun around twice by the slap, two bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, and he staggered and crashed into the exhibition stand next to him, looking utterly disheveled.

"You dare hit me?!" He covered his face, his mouth full of blood, his voice filled with anger and disbelief.

"You have a foul mouth, let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents." Su Hao withdrew his hand.

The exhibition hall was thrown into chaos.

Some people exclaimed in surprise, some scolded, and some took out their phones to call the police.

Shen Qingci's expression was also very unpleasant. She stepped forward and said coldly, "You say you painted this picture, but do you have any proof? If you can't produce any proof, don't blame me for being impolite."

Su Hao glanced at her, then turned and walked to the service counter next to him. He picked up a calligraphy brush and a sheet of Xuan paper, and spread them on the long table next to him.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll draw one for you right here and now."

He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

The moment the brush tip touched the rice paper, his entire demeanor changed abruptly.

If he was just a somewhat roguish young man a moment ago, then the moment he picked up his pen, he seemed to become a completely different person.

Focused, composed, with a restrained sharpness, yet exuding an indescribable confidence and aura.

The brush moves across the paper, sometimes as swift as thunder, sometimes as gentle as flowing water.

The ink spread across the rice paper, outlining the contours of mountains and rocks, the feathers of a peacock, and the ethereal mist...

In less than fifteen minutes, a lifelike peacock appeared on the paper.

It stands atop a rock, its tail feathers spread out like brocade, its eyes bright and alert, as if it might fly out of the painting at any moment.

What is most striking is that the brushwork, composition, and artistic conception of this new work are clearly more mature, more skillful, and more natural than the "Peacock Flies Southeast" that sold for hundreds of millions of yuan.

The exhibition hall fell silent once again.

Everyone stared blankly at the painting, speechless.

Shen Qingci stepped forward and carefully examined the painting, her gaze shifting back and forth between the brushstrokes and the ink.

Her expression shifted from doubt to surprise, from surprise to shock, and finally to a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

"This brushwork... is indeed in the style of the anonymous master, and it's even more refined than that older work..."

These words caused an uproar throughout the exhibition hall.

"Master Weiming? He's Master Weiming?"

"Impossible! How could Master Weiming be so young?"

"But that painting... that brushwork... it really can't fool people..."

Bai Zihua, chairman of the Jinling Painting Association, is an elderly man with white hair and is highly respected in the art world.

He strode forward, carefully examined Su Hao's new work for a long time, then turned around and bowed deeply to Su Hao.

"With such an unnamed master before me, I have no respect for such a great man and have offended you greatly."

He straightened up and said sincerely, "Master, this new work is exquisite in brushwork and profound in artistic conception. It can be called another masterpiece."

I humbly request permission to purchase this painting, "Peacock."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Qingci's voice rang out: "No matter the price, I have ten million more than him."

Bai Zihua was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Qingci, and said with a wry smile, "Miss Shen, are you trying to steal this painting from me?"

"Please forgive me, Chairman Bai, but I really like this painting and cannot give it to you." Shen Qingci's gaze was firm, showing no intention of backing down.

As Su Hao watched the two vying for the item, his gaze inadvertently fell on Shen Qingci's waist.

There hung a small jade pendant, entirely emerald green, carved into the shape of a phoenix about to take flight, exquisitely crafted and with a warm, smooth texture.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Su Hao recognized the jade pendant.

Those belong to his senior sister, Ye Qingcheng.

Su Hao has seven senior sisters, and the eldest senior sister, Ye Qingcheng, is the one who treats him the best.

During his early childhood, when his three masters were busy, it was his eldest sister who taught him to write and draw. She also secretly brought him food when he was being punished by the other two masters.

Later, the eldest sister went down the mountain to travel and disappeared without a trace, leaving him only one sentence: "If fate allows, we will meet again."

This phoenix jade pendant is a personal keepsake that the eldest sister never takes off.

Now, however, it has appeared on Shen Qingci.

This shows that the other party must have a close relationship with the senior sister.

Su Hao suppressed the turmoil in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He slowly rolled up his new painting, "Peacock," and gently brushed his fingertips across the rice paper, as if bidding a final farewell to his youth.

A moment later, Su Hao handed the scroll to Shen Qingci: "This painting is for you."

Shen Qingci stood there, stunned, a rare hint of confusion appearing in her usually cold eyes: "Give it to me? Why?"

"Because of that."

Su Hao pointed to Shen Qingci's phoenix jade pendant: "I recognize this. It belongs to my senior sister."

"Could it be that you are that fairy's...?"

Shen Qingci's voice trembled uncontrollably, and her fingertips shook slightly.

"Junior brother."

Su Hao finished the sentence for her: "Ye Qingcheng is my senior sister."

Shen Qingci was terrified, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. She stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

The vague clues in my mind suddenly became clear at that moment.

Why was Su Hao able to see through her constitution at a glance, and even describe the symptoms when they flared up perfectly?

Why is his painting skill so superb, and why is he still considered an unknown master?

It turns out that he was the junior brother the fairy had mentioned.

"I've been searching for Senior Sister's whereabouts." Su Hao's gaze was sharp as he looked directly into Shen Qingci's eyes. His gaze was calm, yet it carried an unavoidable pressure.

Tell me, where is she?

Shen Qingci remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head: "I don't know."

Su Hao frowned slightly, but did not interrupt her.

"She left this jade pendant behind, saying that if fate allows, someone will come to find me with this token in the future." Shen Qingci raised her head, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion and melancholy.

"But she never told me where she went. All I know is that she was like a celestial being, appearing and disappearing without a trace, like a gust of wind that blows by and then vanishes without a trace."

Su Hao remained silent for a moment, and a stagnant silence filled the air.

He spoke slowly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure: "Then go back and ask someone who knows. I'll give you a day."

Shen Qingci met his gaze, and in those deep eyes, she saw an undeniable determination.

Finally, she nodded gently: "Okay."

Su Hao didn't say anything more, turned around decisively, and walked out of the exhibition hall.

Seeing this, Bai Zihua quickly took a few steps after him, his white hair swaying slightly in the lamplight: "Master! Master, please wait! This old man still has some questions to ask..."

"I'm busy."

Su Hao waved his hand without turning his head, and strode out of the exhibition hall without pausing for a moment.

Bai Zihua watched his departing figure, sighed helplessly, and a trace of regret flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

He turned to look at Song Xiaoxiao, who was still in a daze, and a shrewd glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Is this young girl a friend of Master Weiming?

Perhaps I could start with her, find an opportunity to approach the unknown master, and ask him for a painting...

"Miss, could I add you on WeChat?"

Song Xiaoxiao glanced at him and waved her hand.

"Sorry, I can't accept this!"

"..."