Dao of Painting, Swordsmanship, Formation Arts, Talisman Craft, Tool Refinement, Pill Refinement…
These are all things the Demon Race is not skilled at, since they started late, and the Human Clan’s sects have tightly controlled the inheritance, causing the Demon Race to fall far behind in these fields.
So the Demon Race doesn’t have a single notable Painting Master to their name.
If Yan Liben wanted to learn painting, he could only spend a huge sum to invite a third-rate Human Cultivator painting master as a teacher.
Even after inviting them, he still had to watch their mood, serving them like an ancestor, not daring to offend or neglect them in the slightest.
“Yan Liben! Get out here!”
That thunderous shout startled Jiang Ke’er.
Oh? Which big shot dares to shout so arrogantly in the Yan Family? Could Yan Liben’s old man be back?
Jiang Ke’er stepped outside, only to see Yan Liben clutching a tall stack of scrolls like a quail, entering the courtyard.
His small face, at some point, had already turned into a panda, with two huge dark circles under his eyes—obviously, he hadn’t slept all night again.
“I’m sorry, Master, I’m here,” Yan Liben stammered, hugging the scrolls as he hurried into the courtyard, but after days of little rest, he staggered and tripped. The tall stack of scrolls scattered all over the ground.
The ground was hard. Yan Liben’s knees and elbows were scraped raw, but he didn’t care at all. Apologizing repeatedly, he hurried to gather the scattered scrolls.
“Useless! Can’t even carry a few things right. If you can’t learn painting, then don’t bother!” the old man mocked. “I said it before—Demon Race is stupid and talentless. As expected.”
Jiang Ke’er couldn’t stand it anymore. She bent down to pick up a piece of xuan paper, pulled out brush and ink from her inventory, and gave a casual wave.
Radiant light flowed across the pitch-black canvas.
A dozen newly drawn little ink figures leaped off the scroll, bouncing over to help Yan Liben pick up the paintings.
“Qingyi Miss, you’re amazing,” Yan Liben smiled when he saw Jiang Ke’er, but then his expression changed. “Qingyi Miss, stop, let me pick them up myself!”
Yan Liben was terrified of offending the Painting Master. If he did, it would be almost impossible to find another.
But it was already too late; the old man had started to frown.
“Hmm?”
The Old Painting Cultivator saw Jiang Ke’er’s painting and was at first a little amazed by the lively and ingenious little figures.
His heart skipped a beat.
But when he saw the ears atop Jiang Ke’er’s head, he instantly relaxed—so, it’s a member of the Demon Race! He’d thought it was a fellow painter coming to steal his job!
Since it was just a Demon, it wasn’t worth worrying about.
Demon painting cultivators all had only mediocre skills—no matter how good, they could never surpass him…
Even though he was nothing special among the Human Cultivator painters, among the Demon Race, he was like a tiger among sheep, leagues above the rest!
A sudden genius appearing? Don’t kid me. How could there be so many Jiang Ke’ers? If there were, the Human Clan would have been wiped out long ago.
“Whose animal is this? Daring to show off such trivial tricks in front of me?” the Old Painting Cultivator sneered.
“Huh? I wasn’t showing off,” Jiang Ke’er replied, looking innocent.
“That Yan brat doesn’t respect his master. Instead of practicing ink painting properly, he insists on doing sketches. I’m punishing him—do you have any opinion?” The Old Painting Cultivator pressed aggressively.
“…I just helped him pick up a painting,” Jiang Ke’er sighed helplessly. “He’s hurt, didn’t you see?”
“A mistake of one’s own making, one must bear the consequences! Helping him means you’re unhappy with my decision? Hmph, you little apprentice, you dare question me? Do you know who I am? I am…”
Jiang Ke’er was silent for a long time.
The scroll in her hand creaked as she squeezed it.
Suddenly, she vanished from where she stood, and the scroll came crashing down from above!
Bang bang bang——
“I’m just helping him pick up his painting! Why are you being so dramatic?!”
Jiang Ke’er swung the scroll and smacked the old man across the head, raining blows until his face was bewildered and covered in lumps.
…Wait, this isn’t how things are supposed to go!
She… she actually dared to hit me?!
“Ahh! Do you know who I am?! Do you know who you’re hitting?” the old man screamed as he flew into a powerless rage.
“Hmph! The name Qingyang Painting Immortal—you must have heard it before, right?”
“Clang——”
The response was another blow on the head.
“Never heard of you! Even if I had, I’d still hit you!”
The old man spat blood in fury. “As a painting cultivator, you’ve never even heard my name?!”
“Hey, then let me ask you, have you heard the name Jiang Ke’er?” Jiang Ke’er sneered.
The old man was stunned on the spot, stuttering, “O-Of course I’ve heard it, could it be that you…”
“Bang——”
“What a coincidence, I’ve heard it too! But what does that have to do with me beating you up?”
Jiang Ke’er had a blast beating him, while the Qingyang Painting Immortal was battered into a pig’s head by her.
Yan Liben at the side struggled not to burst out laughing—this was too satisfying! Qingyi Miss is so domineering and mighty!
Painting cultivators have weak bodies, adept at attacking from a distance while being protected.
Once caught up close, they could easily be tied up and beaten like this.
“Fine! I’ll remember this grudge!”
The Qingyang Painting Immortal turned and fled, stumbling towards the Yan Family gate.
He shot a vicious glare at Jiang Ke’er, then glared at Yan Liben. “Yan Family, you don’t respect your teacher, you even bring outsiders to humiliate me. Just you wait!”
“Respect your teacher? Respecting a self-important piece of trash like you? Just because Yan Liben’s actions didn’t quite please you, you punish him to death… If all Human Clan masters were like you, I’d be laughing even in my dreams!”
Jiang Ke’er spat in contempt.
With the strength of her current divine sense, she had already sensed Yan Liben being punished all night yesterday and had heard the reason from the maids’ conversation.
She didn’t intend to go easy on such an old man.
The Qingyang Painting Immortal fled in panic, and just as he reached the gate, he ran into someone.
He was about to curse, but when he looked up, he saw a group of burly men surrounding him.
The curse stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it back down, managing only to say, “Just you wait!” before running off toward the direction of the Painting Cultivator Association.
“Qingyi Miss,” Yan Liben tugged Jiang Ke’er’s sleeve uneasily, “Master left angry because of us. My father’s going to kill me…”
“It’s fine. From today onward, I’ll be your master,” Jiang Ke’er said carelessly.
“Go back to sleep first. Tonight we’ll have our first lesson. There’ll be a good show tonight…”
“Oh.”
Yan Liben only half-understood, but he was so exhausted that, at being told he could sleep, his whole body relaxed… He hadn’t slept for two days and two nights.
With that old man’s pride, he definitely wouldn’t swallow his anger.
Tonight, he’d almost certainly come looking for trouble with the Yan Family… After all, painting cultivators were best at pulling tricks in the dark of night, making people’s souls vanish without a sound.
And even if he didn’t come, Jiang Ke’er would go find him… to root out the weeds, you must pull them up by the roots.