An utterly hideous giant tortoise!
Li Can was stunned on the spot, "What the hell is this woman doing, painting on his face with a calligraphy brush?"
Li Can’s body tensed, and he raised his hand to slap Bai Chuwei, only to suddenly find... he couldn’t move.
Bai Chuwei picked up the palette, dabbed it in the green paint with delight, and contentedly added color to it, the green shimmering beautifully.
The head of the Fine Arts Department at Imperial University saw this scene and nearly had a hypertension episode. What on earth was going on?
Where was the shocking masterpiece that was supposed to stun everyone?
There was none, just a shiny green giant tortoise.
A simple sketch of a tortoise quickly took form under Bai Chuwei’s few strokes, and someone in the audience couldn’t hold back, snickering out loud.
Despite everything, ha ha ha, it was hilarious.
Liu Zheng couldn’t help but laugh too, suddenly feeling like he’d got something off his chest. This group of nefarious Demonic Cultivators had stolen his family heirloom, and now they were belittling the work of an Imperial University’s great master of traditional painting on purpose.
"I know this ’Moon Shadow Painting’ is actually the work of our Liu Family from China, although it feels good to vent, but... it’s probably done for, right?"
"I think the owner of the calligraphy and painting meeting is going to blow his top, why don’t we have the security escort the Immortal Teacher to retreat first? She’s going to get beaten up!"
"Immortal Teacher, please go, I’ll escort you."
Why bother buying any more paintings? It would be good enough not to get beaten to death.
Suddenly, people found a spark of their younger selves in Bai Chuwei’s rash behavior.
Look, painting a tortoise on someone’s face in a fit of anger is just the kind of childish thing a young girl would do!
A crowd of eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys and girls saw themselves in Bai Chuwei.
Bai Chuwei tossed the calligraphy brush casually. It arced through the air as everyone screamed, trying to flee, but when they opened their eyes, the brush’s handle had landed perfectly on the brush stand, clinking crisply as it hit the other brushes.
This, damn, she is even better than a no-look basketball shot!
The brush stand was so small with only one empty spot, and she had managed to toss it so it hung there!
An onlooker who happened to be a women’s basketball team coach couldn’t help but say, "Can she come play basketball?"
The manager hurried over, glared fiercely at Bai Chuwei, supported Li Can, and urgently whispered in his ear, "Boss, let’s go backstage."
What’s happening? Wasn’t Li Can a big shot among Demonic Cultivators from A Country? Why was he foolishly standing there being drawn on by a girl? Could he have been dazzled by beauty?
Large beads of sweat rolled down Li Can’s face, and his complexion gradually turned pale.
From the moment that calligraphy brush had touched his forehead, he couldn’t move!
He, a leader of the Demonic Cultivators from A Country, couldn’t move?
The girl in front of him was a Cultivator, beyond any doubt. Official source is novel⚑fire.net
"You... Who exactly are you?" Li Can asked, his voice trembling with anxiety.
Immortal Teacher... Immortal Teacher, that nickname sounded so familiar...
Bai Chuwei cocked her head, lightly brushed her hair back, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Kids, tell this little foreigner my full name."
Ah, Immortal Teacher loved calling them all ’kids’ the most!!
A girl, her cheeks flushed with excitement, yelled at the top of her lungs, "Her real name is Bai Chuwei!!"
Their voices nearly blew the roof off the exhibition hall.
Members of Qingxuan who were tied up at the back of the exhibition heard the noise upfront, and suddenly, Qingxuan burst into tears, crying and laughing, shouting, "Senior Bai has come out. Senior Bai has come out of seclusion!"
Qingxuan knew from the discussions outside that Senior Bai’s first order of business upon returning was to take vengeance for them!
Bai Ze, who had been tense all this time, finally relaxed, completely at ease.
Liao Sisi, his junior sister, leaned on Bai Ze’s shoulder, crying, "Senior Bai has come, has come to save us? Woo woo woo... Can Senior Bai find a chance to teach me Sword Flight?"
Li Can’s pupils constricted sharply. Wasn’t Bai Chuwei the owner of the Space Artifact, the senior Cultivator from Qingxuan whom they couldn’t get to talk, even under threat of death?
Wasn’t she supposed to have been scared off by them Demonic Cultivators and too afraid to show up for nearly ten days?
How come suddenly, at this moment, she had appeared?
Bai Chuwei looked at the green tortoise on Li Can’s face with a beaming smile, and asked nonchalantly, "What do you think of my painting, Mr. Li? Are you willing to sell me the ’Moon Shadow Painting’ now?"