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

"Oh, no problem."

Then, under the astonished gaze of the refined monk, Yun Ping skillfully took out a mask from his storage ring and put it on.

It had a girlish pink color, long, fluffy ears, big, bright eyes, and two protruding front teeth.

Yes, it's a rabbit.

Yunping, a grown man, put on a pink rabbit mask.

Noticing the cultivator's dazed expression, Yunping asked in a serious tone, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No...no problem..."

This is a huge problem!

A grown man, seemingly still in his prime and full of youthful vigor, wearing a demonic or monster-like costume is one thing, wearing a luxurious gold and silver mask to flaunt his wealth is another, but what the heck is this rabbit costume?!

What, are you going to change your gender and become a girl to scare everyone?

But the problem is... how could he dare to admit there's a problem?

Those who can come to this place generally have some background or connections. Although he also has some family wealth, he doesn't dare to act recklessly here, let alone mock Yunping's mask.

Who knows if this seemingly ordinary, unknown young man might be someone secretly trained by some major sect? If you provoke him, you won't even know how you died.

So he only dared to say no problem—even though his lips kept twitching, because it was quite hard to hold back laughter.

“Well… then…” This cultivator was quite professional. He looked up at Yun Ping, who was wearing a bunny mask, suppressed a laugh, and lowered his head.

Try to ask in a calm voice: "So, sir, what is your pseudonym...?"

"Sexy pink bunny".

……

He felt like he had misheard.

So he asked again.

"Um, you just said, what's your code name?"

“A pink bunny,” Yunping repeated.

8. That's embarrassing, Lao Yun, you should leave the group.

Inside the art gallery.

Sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, Qin Shishi looked helplessly in the direction where the little monk and Yunping had gone.

As someone who had been a close friend of the young monk for several years, she had never seen Zhuang Hai show such a cold expression before. Although he usually kept a blank face, he never displayed such a chilling aura.

She couldn't help but look at the group of female disciples sitting together, thinking of the young man who had given her a great deal of mystery.

Could such an ordinary-looking man be their master?

That seems highly unlikely.

Leaving aside the renowned seventh-tier musician, Yuan'er—her skill level alone would make her a highly sought-after cash cow in the three great heavens. The seventh tier alone is a level that few people in the three great heavens can reach.

Leaving aside Yuan'er, let's talk about the girl with the icy aura and cherry-blossom hair who made the move just now.

Qin Shishi's cultivation level is at the entry level of the Transformation God stage. Although she is not old, she is actually over fifty years old. However, her cultivation speed is already considered extremely fast, and she is considered a very capable person in the Qin Sect.

But she didn't even see Fan Luokui's knife clearly.

It was too fast, so fast that even she only saw a fleeting flash of silver light. If that terrifying speed were aimed at her—

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

And this powerful girl is actually the disciple of that young man?

That's really weird.

"Sister Shishi~"

Lin Yuan seemed to notice Qin Shishi's strange expression and quickly skipped over.

"Sister Shishi, what's wrong? You don't look well. Are you sick?"

Faced with Yuan'er's doubts, Qin Shishi smiled and patted the little girl's head, "No, I'm just a little surprised. Your master is really... unfathomable."

After thinking for a long time, I could only come up with one word that best suits the current situation.

She couldn't very well question their master in front of their apprentices, could she?

"Unfathomable... huh." Fan Luokui lowered her head thoughtfully upon hearing Qin Shishi's words. "Could he really be a master of painting?"

"Not to mention painting skills, this old rogue is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Ye Yuchan rested her chin on one hand and looked around.

Although the venue was relatively formal, it still had a bit of the feel of a restaurant gathering. Unfortunately, Ye Yuchan found it difficult to adapt to this atmosphere.

Her words immediately caught the attention of Fan Luokui and Qin Shishi. Qin Shishi, in particular, sensed a secret and immediately moved a stool over to join them.

Now that five beautiful women of different ages had gathered at the table, it immediately attracted the attention of many talented young men.

However, Qin Shishi didn't care about the men's gazes. "Hey, miss, who is your master?"

Ye Yuchan glanced at Qin Shishi, reached out to drink the wine in front of her, but then, considering her own alcohol tolerance, she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

She coughed lightly and looked at Qin Shishi seriously, "Would you believe me if I said he was the reincarnation of Emperor Wen who wasn't quite dead?"

Qin Shishi stared wide-eyed for a moment, then looked at Ye Yuchan with equal seriousness, "What a coincidence, I am the Martial Emperor."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

This sounds so familiar. Have I said this kind of nonsense before?

Seeing Qin Shishi's disbelieving expression, Ye Yuchan understood Lao Yun's helplessness.

If no one believes the truth, there's nothing he can do; he can't force people to believe him, can he?

On the contrary, Fan Luokui, who was single-minded, reacted, "It seems that it is indeed possible. His mysterious power may be because we are too weak to understand the essence of his power."

Ye Yuchan nodded. "That's what I think too. After all, Emperor Wen should be a little different from others."

Qin Shishi was watching the two of them constantly praising Yunping, and she was almost unable to listen to it anymore.

Emperor Wen was her idol, so how could she let some random young man impersonate him?

So she quickly changed the subject.

"Let's calm down for a bit. By the way, has any of you seen him display his painting skills?"

Fan Luokui naturally shook her head, and Zhang Ruoxue, who was also drinking and not planning to get involved, also shook her head.

Lin Yuan touched her chin with her hand, her little head bobbing back and forth. "Yuan'er has never seen Teacher's paintings before, but Yuan'er has seen Teacher's works. They are all very strange, and the names are also very strange."

"Strange?" Qin Shishi became interested. "How so?"

"That's right, it looks strange. It doesn't look like a traditional painting of mountains, rivers, dragons, and phoenixes. Instead, it depicts a bridge, as well as distorted people and the sky."

Yuan'er tried hard to recall what the painting looked like, puffing out her cheeks, looking absolutely adorable.

Qin Shishi was completely confused. What were all these things? Twisted people? A bridge?

Was that really a painting? Or did Yuan'er mistake something that person had casually scribbled for a work of art?

While she was still hesitating, Lin Yuan added another sentence.

"The teacher said that these are very profound words, called something like... 'The Call to Arms,' and even kept them."

"puff--"

Ye Yuchan, who was sitting next to her drinking hot water, immediately spat it out.

She suddenly turned her head and stared at Lin Yuan, "What did you say, Senior Sister Yuan'er? What's the name of that painting?"

"A shout!" Yuan'er had no idea why her junior sister was suddenly so surprised. "Could it be that you've seen Yu Chan before?!"

"Hehehe..."

I've never just seen it before, this is a famous painting!

Recalling the Mona Lisa's smile that she saw when she first woke up, Ye Yuchan suddenly had a different opinion of Yun Ping.

This old rogue is nothing but a porter. It's one thing to move a BMW, but he even wants to move world-famous paintings?

Ye Yuchan began to wonder if the old rogue was going to paint a "Sunflower" on the spot to pay tribute to some artist.

"I wouldn't say I've actually seen it, I've only heard of it." Of course, to cover up the fact that she was a transmigrator, Ye Yuchan still laughed it off. "It's a rather famous painting, but the style is quite unique."

"Hmm... Indeed, I remember that painting looked strange, but it did seem to have a profound meaning. However, I just couldn't understand it."

Qin Shishi patted Yuan'er's head and smiled, "Yuan'er specializes in playing the zither, so it's normal that she doesn't understand paintings."

"But Yuan'er really wants to learn painting! However, Yuan'er is very clumsy..."

Seeing Yuan'er's pitiful appearance, Qin Shishi's heart melted completely. Her usual strong demeanor seemed to have vanished, and at this moment, she wished she could just hug Lin Yuan and pamper her to her heart's content.

Before that—

"Dear guests, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

A woman's voice, resounding throughout the venue and carrying a hint of allure, emanated from mid-air.

Everyone was startled, then looked up with delight.

A golden moon hangs in mid-air, while a barefoot, delicate woman sits gracefully in the crescent of the moon, her slender, fair legs swaying gently, attracting the men's eager gazes.

Her smile and frown elicited gasps of surprise.

"It seems everyone is very supportive of this art gallery event."

"Absolutely! With Fairy Hua here in person, how could we not show our support!"

Immediately, people below began to flatter him.

"That's right, that's right. If we could have the chance to see Fairy Hua's ethereal beauty, we would die without regret."

"Fairy Hua, we've been waiting for you for so long."

"Fairy Hua!"

At a glance, all you could see were men who were so excited they stood up and shouted.