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

"Now... please take your seats, elders of the Painting Sect. Next is the judging session that all of you have been eagerly anticipating."

"First... Artist No. 1, please present your painting to the elders of the Painting Sect."

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This was originally a chapter of 5800 words.

But I felt it wasn't a good idea to post so much at once, so I split it into two chapters, hehe...

One more chapter will be released in an hour.

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12. A pot of wine, a painting, a dragon

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Yunping silently turned his painting over, so that the hanging painting was facing the elders of the Painting Sect.

In fact, the elders of the painting sect were also very curious. As far as they knew, it was not impossible to paint in such a short time, but very few people could do it.

At least a seventh-level artist!

Could this young man be a hidden seventh-level painter who has come here to make a name for himself?

With this in mind, they set their gaze on Yunping's painting.

Then, they were completely shocked.

Yunping pointed to the woman outlined in ink on the white scroll, his tone indifferent.

He seemed oblivious to the horrified looks on the faces of the painting elders sitting before him, and continued introducing his paintings as if nothing had happened.

"Um, let me introduce you. This is a picture I drew... of a little dragon girl. I named her Xiao Fang."

Xiaofang.

Yes, Yunping... drew a cute girl in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

She still has huge breasts and slender legs, looks like she's wearing black stockings, has two horns on her head, and a pair of huge black wings behind her... a cute girl.

The style is extremely simple, just a few casual strokes. It's not even close to capturing the essence of the subject; it looks like it was just drawn on a whim.

But you know what, it's actually quite well drawn.

At least it's cute.

"This...this, this..."

One of the elders of the painting sect was so shocked by the painting that he was speechless. Anger instantly surged into his brain. "This is simply outrageous!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other elders of the Painting Sect could no longer hold back.

"I thought you could draw something, but all you did was draw a woman. You add horns and wings to a woman and you think that makes it a dragon?!"

"This kind of painting is something that even a non-artist could easily create, let alone a first-level painter. You're just causing trouble!"

"Guards, drag him out and cripple him!"

Enraged, the dozen or so city lord's cultivators who had been waiting in the painting gallery rushed forward, intending to capture Yun Ping.

Ye Yuchan and Fan Luokui exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of shame and helplessness in each other's eyes.

This master is so shameful, he's utterly disgraced!

Even Lin Yuan didn't speak up to explain for Yun Ping this time. There was nothing they could do; how could they possibly clear his name?

"Heh, he really is a good-for-nothing." The little monk Zhuang Hai sneered; he had overestimated Yun Ping.

Chen Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I thought you were some kind of powerful figure, but it turns out you're just a noisy clown."

"and many more."

As soon as Yun Ping spoke, all the cultivators who had stepped forward to grab him froze in place.

He silently turned around, staring at Chen Ran and the little monk with an extremely cold gaze. "What, do you look down on my Dragon Sister?"

"Hehe, sorry, I look down on this kind of trashy painting."

Chen Ran was not one to back down from trouble; he had the City Lord's Mansion backing him up!

Yunping smiled, a smile that seemed to convey absolute confidence in himself. "Then, let's make a bet. If my little dragon sister's painting is better than yours, you'll kneel down and kowtow to her as an apology, okay?"

Silence.

Immediately—

There was an uproar.

Everyone stared at Yunping in disbelief. How could he use a work that anyone could easily draw to gamble with someone else?

Isn't this just courting death?!

Moreover, many people present knew Chen Ran's skill level, so why compare this kind of work to Young Master Chen?

"Don't even mention kowtowing once." Chen Ran looked at Yun Ping as if he were looking at an arrogant idiot. "I'd kowtow to you two hundred times."

Are you kidding me? How can this kind of nonsensical painting compare to his?

Unless the people in the painting school are blind!!

Yunping didn't give Chen Ran a second glance, but instead looked at the little monk. "What about you? Do you want to kowtow two hundred times too? But since you don't have any hair, it sounds pretty good when you kowtow."

The young monk completely disregarded Yunping's words, saying, "I'll kowtow then, but you won't have the chance to hear the sound of my kowtow."

"it is good!"

Yun Ping shouted, a smile playing on his lips, "If I lose, I'm willing to kowtow to you two hundred times, how about that?"

"Heh, I don't care about these things, but if you're willing to accept your loss, I don't mind accepting your kneeling."

"It's alright for this old monk as well."

They wanted to see just how much trouble this so-called "Dragon Sister" could cause!

Yunping slowly turned around and shouted a message to everyone in the hall.

"Everyone heard that, right? If anyone goes back on their word, you can all raise your feet and kick them to death."

To others, such words would sound like a complete joke.

Going back on your word? You're the one who's probably going back on your word.

Amidst the mocking gazes of everyone in the hall, Yunping looked at the author's own disciples in the corner.

Upon meeting Yun Ping's gaze, Ye Yuchan and the others immediately turned their heads away, pretending not to recognize him.

This made the old rogue chuckle bitterly; there was nothing he could do, sometimes he just wasn't liked by his own apprentices.

Nevertheless, he shouted loudly.

"Little Ruoxue, do you have any more wine? Give your teacher a bottle."

Zhang Ruoxue, who was called out by Yun Ping, was stunned for a moment, and then she felt sharp gazes coming from all directions.

Even Qin Shishi, who was standing next to Zhang Ruoxue, was enveloped by these sharp gazes; this was truly embarrassing.

In an instant, the faces of the female apprentices turned red—they were so embarrassed.

Of course, Zhang Ruoxue didn't seem to care too much. Although she was quite embarrassed, she could still handle it. After hesitating for a while, she threw the wine bottle on the table into the distance.

"Wow, there's quite a lot of wine here."

Yunping casually caught the bottle of wine that Zhang Ruoxue threw to him, and then stood in front of Long Meimei.

He smiled; at that moment, he smiled freely and easily.

It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with the old rogue.

Because he is Yunping, he doesn't care about those looks or those words.

He just wanted to prove his dragon sister—

……

The young man turned the scroll over!

Everyone stared wide-eyed in utter astonishment at the pink bunny.

Turn the painting upside down?! What are you doing?!

The elders of the Painting Sect widened their eyes in surprise, as if they already knew what was about to happen.

That's why they couldn't believe it...

Because it was too terrible, too frightening, and too unbelievable.

The scroll is turned upside down, and the ink that has not yet dried completely is slowly dragged down by gravity.

Yunping stood before the painting, shook the wine bottle in his hand, and then—

Pour all the pure wine onto the painting!

"What?!!"

Chen Ran jumped up from the stool. In his eyes, Yun Ping's behavior was no different from that of a madman!

He actually poured wine on the painting?! What is he trying to do?!

Has he really gone mad?!

"No...no, no!"

An elder of the Painting Sect stood up instantly, every pore on his body trembling, and his pale face showed panic.

"This...this is—"

The clear wine liquid slowly merged with the ink and spread rapidly in all directions.

The liquid dispersed the ink, then blended it again, dispersed it again, blended it again, over and over again...

The thick ink was diluted by the wine, and the already somewhat hazy areas appeared even more ethereal under the influence of the wine.