Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Rather than calling it a corridor, it's better to simply call it a meeting place.

The long corridors surrounding the huge circular venue are not the main part. Although some masterpieces by famous artists are hung on both sides of the walls, which are eye-catching like a dazzling array of delicacies on a dining table, this place is not specifically for outsiders to appreciate paintings, but exists as the competition venue.

A painting competition.

Like the chess duel, this activity, which has been popular in the three heavenly realms since the Tianjue era, is a duel about painting skills, just like its name.

The main purpose of Maple Leaf City's art gallery event was to expand the influence of painting in the city. This was mainly because the Qin Sect and the Painting Sect were on good terms, and Maple Leaf City had no choice but to obey the orders issued by the Qin Sect.

Inside the venue, filled with the aroma of wine, a group of people dressed in strange attire walked to a corner and sat down under the curious gazes of outsiders.

"Seriously, this venue is really impressive..."

As soon as Ye Yuchan sat down, she looked at the ceiling, which was inlaid with gold and silver and filled with gorgeous paintings, and her mouth was slightly open. She couldn't help but sigh.

"It's even more impressive than that Zuiyanglou restaurant in the Beibing Palace back then."

Fan Luokui pressed down on the soft chair with her hand to make sure it was comfortable before sitting down, and explained, "Because Zuiyanglou is essentially just a restaurant, it wouldn't be good if it were too flashy and overshadowed others."

“Indeed, after all, this was personally handled by the city lord.” Zhang Ruoxue nodded, glancing longingly at the empty wine on the table.

She licked her lips, her mouth feeling a little dry. "Um, is the alcohol here drinkable straight?"

"Sure, it's free. You can drink as much as you want without any problem."

The one who answered Zhang Ruoxue was Qin Shishi, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit.

Qin Shishi continued to carry the little monk as always, and even after arriving at the venue, she still showed no intention of putting him down.

That would be fantastic.

With Qin Shishi's permission, Zhang Ruoxue rubbed her hands together, eagerly bringing the unfamiliar wine from the table to her. After opening the bottle, she inhaled its refreshing aroma.

This aroma is wonderful...!

Yun Ping, who was already used to Zhang Ruoxue's hobby, didn't even glance at the girl who had started gulping down alcohol, but stared straight at Qin Shishi in front of him.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to agree to bring us in so easily."

"What's so surprising about that?" Qin Shishi's gaze fell on Lin Yuan, who was covering her nose with a serious expression. "Little Yuan'er's master is coming, how can I be negligent?"

Yunping patted Yuan'er's little head, and a faint white light flashed in his palm.

That was a spell that could block the smell of alcohol. The little girl had been covering her nose since earlier because she wasn't used to the smell of alcohol.

That's true. This girl is still young, and it's better for minors to avoid alcohol.

"So I guess I'm benefiting from my daughter's good fortune."

Seeing that Yuan'er's expression gradually relaxed, Yunping smiled gently.

Before Qin Shishi could speak, the little monk she was holding under her arm snorted coldly.

"It's really thanks to that little girl; otherwise, someone like you would never have been able to get into this art gallery."

"What do you mean by 'like me'? Am I that ugly?"

The young monk silently clasped his hands together and, without changing his expression, began his mocking mode.

“Esteemed benefactor, if I may be so bold, you look no different from those useless cultivators on the street. I even suspect that you used some kind of deceitful trick to lure these girls to follow you.”

As soon as the young monk uttered these words, he was met with four sharp, murderous gazes.

Ye Yuchan clenched her fists, "Hey little monk, you seem to be targeting us?"

She had been annoyed by this arrogant little monk for a long time, but she could sense that his strength and cultivation were higher than her own, and the old rogue hadn't shown his true colors. Otherwise, she would have already drawn her bow and shot the little monk's crown to pieces.

Zhang Ruoxue and Fan Luokui both had gloomy faces and stared at him with murderous intent.

As for Lin Yuan, she jumped out and stood in front of Yun Ping, saying, "Little Master, don't talk nonsense. Teacher is very powerful, much, much more powerful than Yuan'er!"

"This old monk doesn't see anything special about such a person." The little monk glanced coldly at Yun Ping, his eyes full of disdain. "Besides using that strange new magical artifact to ram into this old monk, he doesn't seem to have any other skills, does he?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Qin Shishi exerted force with her right hand once more.

Crack—it sounded like a bone breaking.

Suddenly, the little monk's face contorted in pain, and he cried out, "No, no, don't use so much force... Heroine Qin, Sister Qin, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please stop! You're about to crush my spiritual root!"

Qin Shishi's face was filled with a heavy gloom. "Who told you, you little brat, to speak so rudely? No matter what, he is the teacher of a seventh-level qin master. Who gave you the right to lecture me?"

That's what they say.

But actually, Qin Shishi was also very curious.

You see, this young man in front of me has neither cultivation nor temperament. He sits with his legs crossed, like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. His tone is also extremely frivolous.

Qin Shishi didn't believe that such a person had any special abilities.

But you can't disbelieve it. Lin Yuan is still here. Even if Lin Yuan's teacher is a good-for-nothing, Qin Shishi wouldn't dare to offend him.

For no other reason than that Lin Yuan is a key talent designated by the Qin Sect for cultivation, and is very likely to become a genius of the Qin Immortal level in the future.

"Alright, little monk..." Yunping didn't pay any attention to the little monk's words, but waved his hand with a smile and took out some peanuts to chew.

He chewed while watching the little monk, his eyes full of smiles.

"Tell me, how did your Little Golden Feather Temple produce a disciple like you? I remember those old bald monks were all rigid fellows."

"I rely on?!"

The little monk's disdainful expression vanished instantly, replaced by utter shock, as if he had suddenly encountered the Kunxuan Ancestor and turned pale with horror.

He reached out, pointing a trembling finger at Yunping, "You...how could you..."

"How would I know you're from Little Golden Feather Temple?" Yun Ping picked up where the little monk left off, continuing to casually crack peanuts. "There are only a few temples in the Extreme Heaven Domain and the Kun Heaven Domain. It's not hard to guess your background, is it?"

"you……"

The little monk was truly dumbfounded. He had concealed his identity for over a decade. During those years, countless influential figures had come to Maple Leaf City, and he had traveled to various places countless times.

He had even met beings at the saint level, yet no one could tell that he came from the Little Golden Feather Temple.

But now it's all because of a good-for-nothing...

Qin Shishi also stared at Yun Ping curiously. Judging from the little monk's reaction, it seemed that the Little Golden Feather Temple really existed, or was it just something made up?

If that's the case, how did he figure it out?

"Oh, right." Yun Ping completely ignored the little monk's terrified gaze and instead looked at Qin Shishi, who was standing to the side with a puzzled expression. "Miss Qin, when will this painting competition start? Would I have a chance to join in the fun?"

"You also want to participate in the painting competition?"

Yunping shook her delicate hand and chuckled, "Well, it's been a while since I've painted, and my hands are itching to do it."

This time, Qin Shishi looked at Yun Ping with even more curiosity. He clearly looked to be only in his early twenties, so why did he say that he hadn't painted in a long time?

For cultivators, not painting for a long time is basically equivalent to not touching a paintbrush for more than ten years.

But he's not a cultivator...

The more I think about it, the less I understand.

Qin Shishi shook her head, looking at Yun Ping with a slightly confused expression, "As for the painting competition, you can participate, I happen to have one more spot..."

"Oh, there's another one?"

"I originally wanted to go up myself, but I'm afraid I'd only make a fool of myself if I went. If you want it, you can have it."

"That's great." Since Qin Shishi had said so, Yun Ping naturally wouldn't refuse anymore. "In that case, I'll accept Miss Qin's spot."

"Wait!"

The little monk's sudden speech drew everyone's attention to him.

The little monk gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, and demanded, "What rank are you as a painter?!"

"I have never been to the Painting Sect."

"What?!" This time, not only the little monk was stunned, but Qin Shishi, who had just promised to give the spot to Yunping, was also taken aback. "You mean you haven't been to the Painting Sect...you haven't undergone any testing?"

Yunping nodded honestly.

"Ha!" The little monk changed his previous state of fear, and his arrogance and disdain resurfaced. "It seems that you were just guessing before. I told you, how could someone who doesn't even have a cultivation level have such vision?"

The old rogue narrowed his eyes, looking at the young monk with a hint of contemplation. "What, does my not having been to the Painting Sect have anything to do with my lack of vision?"

"You've never been to the Painting Sect, and you don't even have the rank of painter. You still want to participate in the painting competition? You're probably just going to embarrass yourself. Take my advice and give up this idea."

"teacher."

Sitting not far away, Fan Luokui also chimed in with a reminder, "If you haven't been to the Painting Sect to assess your painter level... it's best not to participate."

"Oh?" Yun Ping raised an eyebrow, looking at Fan Luo Kui with a hint of amusement. "Little Luo Kui, you don't believe your master?"

Fan Luokui hesitated for a moment, then answered him with utmost seriousness.

"Judging from the teacher's previous incidents of teleporting into trees and hitting people, it's really hard for me to trust the teacher anymore..."

Yunping: "..."

Yunping couldn't refute either of the two examples she gave.

But an old rogue is an old rogue, and a bold idea immediately popped into his head.

"In that case, Little Luo Kui, how about we make a bet?"

"A bet?" Fan Luo Kui tilted her head.

"Yes, it's very simple. If I can get into the top three in the painting competition, you'll have to wear the custom-made Taoist robe I made for you. How about it?"

Upon hearing the words "exclusive Taoist robe," Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan, standing behind Fan Luokui, were both taken aback.

The two of them started frantically giving Fan Luokui meaningful glances, urging her not to agree to Yunping's request.

Betting with this guy would be a terrible mistake!

Unfortunately, Fan Luo Kui is very straightforward; to put it bluntly, she has low emotional intelligence...

She looked at Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue with some confusion, seemingly unable to understand their expressions.

Turning around, she thought about it carefully and decided that it was just a personal Taoist robe, so she agreed.

So she nodded.

Yunping smiled, a very happy smile.

because……