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

They all knew that these two painters were of high status, and they also knew that under normal circumstances, this matter would probably have been dropped with the protection of a group of important figures. But now, for some reason, those important figures did not step forward, and the two high-ranking painters were also intimidated by this unknown stranger.

As the only person with a voice in the room and the person in charge of the entire art gallery, Fairy Hua quietly gazed at Yun Ping below the stage.

She had considered speaking up to resolve the matter, but for some reason, the moment her gaze fell upon Yunping's frail body, an ancient voice, seemingly transcending time and space, reverberated wildly in her mind. This terrifying voice destroyed her composure and devoured her soul.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

It was at this moment that she realized that the important figures below the stage had probably also felt this deep fear, which was why they hadn't stepped in to protect these two artists of considerable status.

They can't protect him, or rather... they simply don't have the guts!

Good heavens... just what kind of person is this?

"Alright, I'm not an unreasonable person. Just kneel down. I don't need you to kowtow. After all, you haven't done anything really wrong."

After saying this, Yunping turned around and said something to the several Painting Sect elders who were staring blankly.

"So, are you all planning to watch them all? Or are you just going to announce that I'm in the top three?"

14. The fear of being ruled by pink bunnies

To make it into the top three?

The elders of the Painting Sect exchanged glances. This was no longer just a matter of being in the top three; they could simply declare him the champion!

How many people in the three great heavens can cause a painting to undergo a change in its realm?

To be frank, there are no more than fifty!

These fifty individuals are comparable in status to the thirty-six peerless qin immortals of the Qin Sect. They are all prodigies who have reached the pinnacle of their painting skills. Countless people in the three heavenly realms have spent countless resources and manpower to obtain a single painting or a single piece of music from them.

And the pink bunny in front of you right now is very likely one of those fifty people!

In other words, he is very likely a level 10 artist!

What level is a tenth-level painter? Take these elders of the Painting Sect present as an example. They have been learning painting since childhood. Their talent is definitely the best in a large academy. Even in an empire, they may be the most talented. There are nearly a thousand such people in the Painting Sect!

They were all painters of the seventh rank or above. Give them the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and they could create paintings that would surpass all the other painters here. Because they were seventh or even eighth rank painters, in terms of painting skills, Chen Ran or the little monk present were probably not even as good as them.

But compared to a level ten artist, their skill level is... just the tip of the iceberg.

It could even be said that even if the combined painting skills of the several painting elders present were to be used for a year or two, they probably still wouldn't be able to complete a painting of such artistic merit!

The young man before me was half an incense stick in burning.

“This… Your Excellency, the esteemed painter—” one of the elders of the Painting Sect spoke awkwardly. He was the one who had previously mocked Yun Ping’s paintings as being inferior to even a first-level painter. Now, however, he used respectful language towards Yun Ping. “Let alone the top three, since you have come to participate, the champion title is naturally yours.”

"The leader?" The pink bunny turned to the side, stuck out a finger and shook it. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." The elder of the Painting Sect spoke in a completely obsequious tone, as if he wanted to rush up and hug Yun Ping's leg and lick it. "With your exquisite... no, with your superhuman painting skills, taking the championship is absolutely no problem."

Yunping was aware of this, of course, but he wasn't there for the title of champion. "That won't do either; it's unfair."

"There's no such thing as fair or unfair..."

The elders of the Painting Sect were getting anxious. If the other members of the Painting Sect knew that this tenth-level painter had come to participate in a small painting gallery in Maple Leaf City and didn't even get first place, wouldn't they laugh themselves to death?!

Let alone others, if the leader of the Painting Sect finds out, then those few can forget about continuing to stay in the Painting Sect.

Therefore, they have to give them this first place!

The old man looked around and focused his attention on the other painters. Suddenly, he had an idea. "How about this? If any of the other painters here think that their paintings are better than this esteemed painter's, then step forward now. Otherwise, they will all be considered to have given up their right to compete for the title."

No one responded to these words.

This is to be expected. There are only a few painters present who can be considered to be of a relatively high level. At most, they are at the same level as Chen Ran or the little monk. There are some who are a little higher than them, but their paintings lack artistic merit!

A painting with artistic conception is worlds apart from one without; it's like the difference between a Xuanmen cultivator and a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Not to mention that it's better than Yunping's painting, there isn't a painting that can rival it!

Looking at the artists who were all silent and speechless, Yunping shook his head helplessly.

Judging from the current situation, the other party is determined to throw this leader at their head!

But... the reward for first place is different from that for second place. I came here for second place, for that ancient musical score.

He looked up and glanced at the painting "Dragon Play" hanging in mid-air, and immediately felt a stomachache.

He drew this himself. If he wanted to draw, he could easily make a thousand or eight hundred. Why would he need a copy?

However, Elder Hua Zong was unaware of Yun Ping's thoughts. Upon seeing that no one responded, he was overjoyed. "Look, Your Excellency, none of them accepted the challenge. In other words, you truly deserve the title of champion."

Yunping sighed deeply, utterly speechless. "What you're doing is actually breaking the rules, isn't it?"

"Rules are made by people, so they can naturally be broken."

"Is that so?" Yunping stroked his chin and said casually, "Well then, let's break it again."

"Huh?" The elders of the Painting Sect clearly did not understand Yun Ping's meaning.

Yunping looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the seventh painter, pointing at him.

"I've already said I don't want the champion. I came to the Art Gallery mainly for the second place. Since you've already broken the rules to let me reserve the champion position in advance, then please break the rules again and give me the second place, and then give the champion position to that artist number seven."

……

What? !

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Especially the seventh painter whom Yunping pointed out, he was the one with the lowest status and least attention among the sixteen painters present, yet Yunping chose him.

Why is that?!

Not to mention himself, even the elders of the Painting Sect were stunned.

I've seen people who don't follow the rules, but I've never seen anyone this unruly. Does this mean they're directly manipulating the outcome of the match?

And that artist number seven... although his paintings do look quite good and have the potential to be in the top three, what does it mean that he just gave them to him like that? Is this kid too lucky? Or does this artist number seven actually know this level ten artist?

Otherwise, why would we give him the top spot?

If the old rogue hadn't been unaware of what these old guys were thinking, he would have definitely burst out laughing.

Did Yunping know him? Of course not. He only glanced at him and saw that the seventh painter had considerable potential. In terms of talent, with a little polishing, he would definitely deserve the top spot.

Since I didn't want the top spot anyway, I might as well give it to someone else.

However, his words put the elders of the Painting Sect in a difficult position. "This... is indeed a bit difficult."

"What do you mean?" Yun Ping turned around, his tone full of threat. "Since you're willing to break the rules, what's wrong with giving him the title?"

"This……"

Just as the elders of the Painting Sect were struggling with their dilemma, the Fairy Hua hanging above suddenly spoke.

"Elders, let's grant this esteemed painter's request for now."

"Fairy Hua?"

Hua Xianzi's face was filled with solemnity. Judging from her appearance, it was as if she had received an order from someone. "This painter's identity is extraordinary. He probably wouldn't care about the top spot in this painting gallery. Since this gentleman has personally requested to transfer the top spot, then we shouldn't refuse too much."

The elders of the Painting Sect weren't fools; they could glean the general meaning from Hua Xianzi's words.

It's likely that the city lord contacted her and granted the esteemed painter's request.

However, this painter truly made a name for himself, even catching the attention of the city lord.

It should be noted that the city lord of Maple Leaf City is a cultivation fanatic. He basically leaves everything outside of cultivation to his trusted confidants, and he only comes out of seclusion when there is a very urgent matter.

Judging from the current situation, this incident is indeed extremely urgent, after all, that is a tenth-level painter who is regarded as a treasure by the three great heavens!

……

After Fairy Hua gave a clear answer, the elders of the Painting Sect naturally knew what to do next.

The prize was naturally awarded to the flattered artist number seven, and a replica of the "Dragon Play" painting was also given to him. Our pink bunny contestant also received the ancient musical score that Yuan'er wanted.

As for the other artists, they all lost interest in competing for it. After all, the emergence of such a monster had greatly shaken their future careers as artists. Some even left the venue and said they would never touch the art of painting again.

After all, what if people find out later?

Back in the day, I got wrecked by that pink bunny in the art gallery of Maple Leaf City.

That sounds quite tragic.

The old rogue was a reasonable man; he believed that as long as the kowtowing was done in a meaningful way, it was fine. In the end, he only made the young monk and Chen Ran kowtow fifty times each before stopping them.

In this battle, Chen Ran and the little monk suffered a crushing defeat, losing not only their dignity but also developing great doubts about their painting skills.

Chen Ran, who had always considered himself a genius, began to doubt whether he was truly suited for the art of painting.

In the end, Chen Ran still left, but this time, he was carried away. Judging from his disheveled face, it would probably take him at least a few years to recover.

He will probably never forget the fear of being ruled by those pink bunnies on this day.

After all, Old Yun wasn't one to kill people without a reason. Chen Ran was just a bit unruly and impetuous in his youth. There was no need to subject him to such torment. This incident was purely a lesson, and whether Chen Ran learned from it or not was none of Yun Ping's business.

After everything was over, Yunping returned to the corner where his female disciples were.

He had just returned when a small, bright red creature flew towards him.

"Teacher, teacher, you're so amazing!"

Yuan'er hugged Yunping with great joy, her little ponytail swinging as she rubbed her petite body tightly against Yunping's thigh.

Yunping smiled and squatted down, patting Xiaolin Yuan's head with an incredibly bright smile. "Of course I'm amazing. When it comes to painting skills, if I claim to be second, no one would dare to claim to be first."

"That's right, you personally selected them as number one."

Ye Yuchan chimed in, her expression also showing a hint of helplessness.

She initially thought the old rogue was going to act silly again, but after all that swaggering, he finally became serious for once.

The act of turning the painting upside down and spraying alcohol on it is truly astonishing; it's unbelievable!

Yun Ping gave Ye Yuchan his signature roguish smile and chuckled, "Others might not trust my painting skills, but you don't? I saw you looking like you were about to come up and beat me up earlier."

"When I saw you eating instant noodles there, I really wanted to go up and punch you, but thankfully... you didn't disappoint me in the end."

"Absolutely." Yunping nodded slightly. "How can a teacher let his student down? Don't you agree?"

……

While Yunping was still chatting with Xiaoyuchan, Qin Shishi and the little monk whose head was flushed red after kowtowing fifty times walked over.