On the other side.
Sword Forging Manor.
Through the blacksmiths' spectator perspective, observed via Painter Jiu Cai Rong, several thousand people sat in the plaza. After watching the normal opening ceremony—the cutscene CG—they were deeply impressed.
Damn, they built the shops in a single day and already opened for business. What a super Earth Wood Saint Body!
It's you, Earth Wood Immortal.
The immortal world was way too competitive. There really was a side profession dedicated to this line of work.
The immortal world was crawling with clever people. After all this time, what profitable industry hadn't been discovered?
Stop arguing. Even the righteous sect master secretly drawing the Little Imperial Uncle existed. Clearly, everyone was willing to throw away their dignity for a few scraps of silver.
Hahaha, that sect master had socially died and been nailed to the pillar of shame in immortal-world history, discussed by people every day.
Why don't we trick the painter into drawing the Little Imperial Uncle, then expose him and make him socially die in immortal-world history too?
Hahaha, you guys peed on his painting before and got sent to another world. Haven't you learned your lesson? Do you want to die?
You don't understand. You can go without living, but you can't go without a job.
Of course, they also thought the painter was genuinely reliable.
He was extremely meticulous in everything he did.
Sending Wanluan Feng under this identity had been carefully considered from every angle.
Because of the identity of a Saint's trial-taker, the other factions wouldn't act recklessly during their competition. They would even try to befriend him.
Inside the Steward's Room.
Watching another version of himself preside over the opening ceremony from the spectator perspective, Jiu Cai Rong felt somewhat speechless:
"I don't know why, but I'm already