New Look of the Painting Sect

Qin Yi first returned to the Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect.

The Main Peak, Qinqi Peak, was originally Ju Yunxiu lived on the summit, while his chess-obsessed uncle lived halfway up the mountain. Qin Yi headed straight for the halfway point to see the chess-obsessed uncle, but immediately spotted Jing Ze sitting outside painting.

Jing Ze looked up at him.

"..." Continue drawing.

"Hey," Qin Yi said with a smile, "Although we haven't seen each other for a long time and we're a bit estranged, it would be too rude to ignore you, wouldn't it? We had a relationship before we became fellow disciples."

"How am I supposed to respond?" Jing Ze said without looking up. "I haven't seen you since I entered the house... This is your own territory. Do you expect me to ask you with a smile where you come from?"

"Uh..." Qin Yi plopped down in front of him. "This is quite different from what Dead Crane said, that everyone idolizes me. The gap between expectations and reality is huge."

Jing Ze couldn't help but laugh, "It's true that others admire you, but as for me..."

Qin Yi asked expectantly, "What?"

"I'm just an artist. What does it matter to me whether you're good at fighting or not?"

Qin Yi froze for a moment, then covered his forehead. Yes, this was the typical mark of the obsessive fans of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace. This was the thing that gave the Palace Master the biggest headache... Those who would worship were low-level disciples, while those who had even slightly entered the Immortal Palace's path were typical of "What does this have to do with me?" and "Why don't you try my steamed buns instead?" and so on.

"But brother, didn't you once curse this person as no longer human, which is why you refused to join the sect and were sent back by my Senior Sister?"

"I'm not even human anymore. Can't I just become the kind of person I hate?" Jing Ze finally put down his paintbrush and sighed. "Actually, you guys have gone too far. One or two of you are just shirking your responsibilities, leaving me to look after the place all by myself. What can I do besides hide here and paint? What's the use of envying your ability to roam the world? Can I even get out of here? Who's going to take care of all those young disciples on that mountain over there?"

"... You're not bad either. You're the acting sect leader as soon as you enter, right? You have the power of the entire sect..."

Jing Ze retorted angrily, "What kind of sect leader is this? Everyone above me, including you, is practically a Supreme Elder. I'm just a lone wolf, I can't command anyone. I'm the acting sect leader, and I'm also the one doing all the odd jobs! I personally raised those kids one by one, and quite a few of them ran away. Am I a sect leader or a private school owner?"

Qin Yi, realizing he was in the wrong, stammered for a while before finally saying, "Where is Master Chess Maniac?"

Jing Ze glanced at him sideways. "He's a big shot in the Qian Yuan realm now, and he's becoming increasingly elusive. Oh right, I should call him Martial Grand-Uncle, shouldn't I call you Uncle-Master?"

Qin Yi joked, "Knowing you're my martial uncle, shouldn't you at least offer a greeting?"

Jing Ze looked at him strangely, as if he was about to throw the ink on the table all over his face.

You fucking kidnapped my master! I've never seen him since I joined the sect, all alone as the sect leader. I didn't even have a master to teach me any Immortal Method techniques, I had to rely entirely on the scriptures. Do you even know what it's like to have an old man obsessed with chess come and give me pointers on painting... and you still dare to show off your seniority as a senior master...

Qin Yi leaned back, adopting a defensive posture.

In fact, Qin Yi knew better than anyone that his Senior Sister had been harboring the idea of quitting all along, just waiting for him to take over and trick him. He couldn't be entirely blamed for taking her away... Even without him, his senior Senior Sister would most likely have happily handed him a bunch of things after he arrived and then run away with Qing Cha. That was almost inevitable.

One can imagine that after the chess fanatic attained enlightenment, he became even more hands-off. The so-called Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect was really just a lone commander named Jing Ze, who enlightened a few pine, bamboo and plum trees and led a group of little kids.

Blame it on the fact that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace's Dao is so treacherous.

So honest people always suffer. Since you, Jing Ze, think it's wrong to be obsessed with something and become inhuman, then you will inevitably have to honestly shoulder the sect's responsibility and teach the children. Character determines destiny...

Thankfully, after all these years, the little ones have grown up...

Just as I was thinking this, I saw a group of young men and women going up the mountain.

Qin Yi turned his head to look. The oldest among them was around twenty years old, and the youngest was already fifteen or sixteen. There were both boys and girls, and each of them had a handsome and elegant appearance and a graceful demeanor. If you didn't know better, you would think this was a literary society gathering place rather than a fairyland.

The School of the Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect has this characteristic: it produces only artistic youths.

These are all the children I coaxed up the mountain with Lazy Sheep and Saber back then... Some of them may have run away, but most of them are here... They've all grown up so much.

No wonder, back then Wu Xian was just over two years old, and now he's already teasing his master...

Time is a cruel Butcher Knife.

The once small Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect, with only a handful of members, has finally found a new life.

"Ah... could that be Martial Uncle Qin?" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Qin Yi sitting opposite Jing Ze.

"It really is Martial Uncle Qin! I met him when I was a child!"

That's right, in terms of seniority, they are Ju Yunxiu's disciples, Qin Yi is his senior uncle, and Jing Ze is the acting sect leader as the "Senior Brother".

A group of young boys and girls surrounded Qin Yi, bowing with great excitement. "Disciple greets Martial Uncle."

Those people with such fanatical eyes were truly the "idols" the crane had mentioned.

The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace has been the most prominent and prestigious name in recent years. In the Qian Sect Tournament, Qin Yi single-handedly defeated all the heroes, upholding the reputation of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace like a pillar supporting the sky. Then, at the Qiongqi Altar, although other disciples tried their best to downplay Qin Yi's role and describe it as a victory of unity, anyone with a brain could hear Qin Yi's core significance in the matter. Without him, everyone would have been wiped out.

Finally, despite being hunted down by the Witch God Sect, he remained alive and kicking for seven years.

If young people don't admire such a senior martial uncle, who will they admire?

"Hello, hello." Qin Yi cheerfully took Spirit Stone out of his ring. "Come on, here's a greeting gift for everyone... It's a pity I forgot to save some Law Treasure..."

The gluttonous beast huddled inside the ring, watching helplessly as one Spirit Stone after another disappeared from its path...

These are the purest, most concentrated, and most impure natural Spirit Stone, commonly known as Top Grade Spirit Stone. A piece the size of a fingernail can be exchanged for Law Treasure. And you just throw them out one by one, each the size of a fist... Aren't these supposed to be the dog's pre-arranged food?

Black Fur Ball shed tears.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master! You're the best!" The boys fawned over Qin Yi, and some girls even tried to squeeze in and grope him. Jing Ze sat there with a stern face, feeling annoyed but not knowing what to say.

I raised you all with my own hands, and all you care about is this stinky uncle who's been gone for almost ten years...

"You will be blessed, Little Ze Ze." Qin Yi patted his shoulder kindly and handed him a jade slip. "This is Senior Sister's experience in proving the Qian Yuan realm. Keep it; it will benefit you in the end."

With the path paved by our predecessors, at least in the Painting Dao, later generations no longer need to explore on their own.

That is the value of inheritance.

No matter how outrageous Ju Yunxiu's actions may seem, this one item alone is the greatest contribution to the school of painting.

Jing Ze solemnly accepted it and bowed, saying, "If you see Master again, please give my regards."

Qin Yi was in high spirits after leaving the School of Music, Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect.

Jing Ze has risen to prominence, and his disciples are now mostly at the late Phoenix stage or even the Qin Xin stage. A vibrant sect is visibly growing stronger. No matter how much he and Ju Yunxiu try to distance themselves, they are still very gratified to see this scene. In a sense, the inheritance of the "Daoist lineage" is the most important thing for cultivators, comparable to the reproductive desires of mortals.

This is also a "circle".

Ju Yunxiu took Qin Yi into her fold as a "protector," then seduced her child into the fold, until now, their union has blossomed into a beautiful and complete family.

It is enough to make one feel relaxed and refreshed, as if bathed in a spring breeze.

"Huh? Isn't that Qin Yi?"

On his way to the Strange Skills and Ingenious Crafts Sect, Fei ran into Yin Yizhong.

He was returning from the Strange Skills and Ingenious Crafts Sect with Wine Gourd on his back, looking utterly dejected.

"What's wrong, Brother Yin?"

"We've just brewed a fine new wine, claiming it can intoxicate even immortals and gods. We excitedly took it to share with various sects, and those damned craftsmen actually used my wine to lubricate their mechanisms! I'll fucking kill them..."

Qin Yi chuckled, "In this respect, I suppose I share a bit of a sympathetic understanding with you. Speaking of which, I've had too much of that Poetry Wine Drifting and I'm getting a little tired of it. How about I have some of this new wine?"

Yin Yizhong, rather than being stingy, happily pulled out a gourd. "Then this gourd is for you. Note that this wine is of a very high grade, so don't Never-Emptying. Drink it sparingly."

"Alright." Qin Yi took the Wine Gourd and asked, "What is the name of this wine?"

"Drunken Moon".