My Fairy Growth System

Ye Rujun's hand channeled Spiritual Power, and the white paper floated in the air before him.

Opening the flask, he took a sip of Spiritual Wine and then began to write on the paper with his right hand.

In this manner, he took a sip now and again, appearing incredibly suave.

Half an hour later, Ye Rujun took another sip of wine, then sprayed it onto the paper.

Blue flames appeared on the paper immediately.

After three breaths, the flames disappeared.

Ye Rujun casually waved, and the white paper drifted toward the Literary Dao Refining Array.

"Watch closely and learn, what is good Painting Skill, what is good Calligraphy!"

Ye Rujun glanced at Zhong Yao and Jing Hao, declaring loudly.

The two of them suppressed their anger, watching the white paper along with everyone else.

The painting on the white paper was of Feng Qiao sitting in a chair.

At first glance, it was almost identical to the real person.

Upon closer inspection, every single strand of hair was precisely depicted, as if the real person had stepped into the painting.

What's more critical was the extremely lifelike look in the eyes of the painted Feng Qiao.

No matter from which angle you looked, it seemed as if she was gazing at you.

Beside the painting, there was also a poem.

"In Tianxiang's March, a hundred flowers bloom, from Extreme Path Demon Sect Feng Qiao comes from up north.

Willows graceful, bewitching eyes they veil, tone of peach trees shading fragrant cheeks prevail.

Soft bosom, elegant neck, slender hands unfold, long legs, waist petite, ankles white as snow they hold.

Lament in beauty spots, charmingly she glides, amidst the crowd of flowers, their sorrow they all hide."

The entire poem was written in a style between running script and regular script, with an elegant and unrestrained layout that felt powerful and carefree upon viewing.

As the calligraphy and painting hung behind the Literary Dao Refining Array, a sacred light of four feet eight inches emanated above.

Zhong Yao and Jing Hao's faces were as dark as water.

They had hoped to meet a master and make progress through exchange.

But this sort of crushing humiliation at the hands of someone from the Extreme Path Demon Sect was certainly not what they wanted to face.

Upon seeing the painting and the poem above it, Feng Qiao's cheeks turned red, but she still rushed into Ye Rujun's embrace, clasping her lover's waist tightly.

Ye Rujun wrapped his right arm around the beauty's slender waist, proudly surveying the people around him.

Although everyone was amazed by Ye Rujun's superb skills in calligraphy and painting, they were irritated by his dismissive attitude.

Especially the female cultivators present; the line "amidst the crowd of flowers, their sorrow they all hide" was like a slap to their faces, certainly hard to bear.

Even though Feng Qiao was indeed beautiful, this kind of put-down was really suffocating.

Zhong Yao and Jing Hao exchanged glances, then Jing Hao said, "Young Master Ye is indeed unparalleled in both calligraphy and painting. However, disciples from the All-World Academy should not be underestimated. You should know that my senior brother, Real Person Gong Zhaoqing, is also exceptional in both arts.

Regrettably, Zhong Yao and I are only proficient in one, but would it be possible for the two of us to make a joint painting and calligraphy piece to learn from Young Master Ye?"

Ye Rujun indifferently said, "Gong Zhaoqing of the All-World Academy, ranked thirty-ninth on the Pride of the Heavens List. Once I reach Core Formation, I shall certainly pay him a visit to move his rank back a notch or two.

Today, though, you may come at me together if you wish; I suspect it won't make much of a difference."

Zhong Yao and Jing Hao clenched their fists, but ultimately did not react.

Jing Hao approached Yu Qingtan and said, "Miss Qing Tan, may I request you to remove your veil so that I may capture your likeness in a painting?"

Yu Qingtan didn't expect Jing Hao to come to her. After a brief moment, she agreed.

She only wore a veil in public because it felt more imposing.

If one observed with Divine Sense, the veil would be ineffective; however, it was highly impolite to scan others with Divine Sense without permission, and most cultivators would refrain from such behavior.

Yesterday, Shi Kuang and Zhou Lan had already seen her face.

Moreover, she was confident that her appearance was not lacking compared to Feng Qiao's.

Following Jing Hao's instruction, Yu Qingtan posed as if playing the zither.

Ye Rujun and some other Foundation Establishment Cultivators noticed that Yu Qingtan resembled the Fairy ranked sixteenth on the Hundred Flowers List.

Ye Rujun raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Xie Yun felt displeased, thinking Jing Hao choosing Qing Tan as his model implied she was not as attractive as Qing Tan.

Some fans of Yu Qingtan below the stage were very excited.

"Qingtan is indeed beautiful too!"

Jing Hao had been painting meticulously for more than an hour, and then it was Zhong Yao's turn to inscribe a poem on it.

Once it was done, Zhong Yao threw it into the Literary Dao Refining Array.

The crowd saw a painting of a young girl in a ruqun playing the zither, with petals falling behind her, creating an extremely aesthetic scene.

The expression and eyes of the girl in the painting were lifelike, as if stained by the sorrow of the zither music.

There seemed to be a faint sound of the zither emanating from the painting.

Next to the image, there was also a poem.

"Unsurpassable beauty and talent, Tianxiang has a girl named Qingtan.

Ice-clear complexion and delicate features like dangling stars.

Eyebrows fine as crescent moons, hairpins matching her cloud-like hair.

Fingers nimbly play the Butterfly Lovers' tune, tender hands ingeniously solve ancient riddles.

A beauty that could overthrow a realm, yet the visage does not show.

Descended to the mortal realm, even an exiled fairy would feel ashamed."

The font was still the semi-cursive that Zhong Yao excelled in.

Whether it was the painting or the calligraphy, both were far more exquisite than what they had created before.

However, the saintly light from the Literary Dao Refining Array reached only four feet and five inches.

"Hahaha, although there's a slight improvement over the previous mediocre work, there's still a need for more effort, hahaha~"

Seeing this, Ye Rujun burst out laughing, openly mocking them.

Feng Qiao, who was in his arms, also covered her mouth and giggled, but her gaze at Yu Qingtan flickered with a trace of displeasure.

Zhong Yao and Jing Hao had their heads down, hands tightly clasped.

Jing Hao felt like crying even more.

The people present also felt a deep sense of humiliation.

It was a pity that they were indeed outclassed, with nothing to say in their own defense.

Yu Qingtan felt somewhat ashamed when she saw the poem Zhong Yao had written for her.

"That's exaggerated, too exaggerated, the exiled fairy Xu Fang is the first on the Hundred Flowers List, I am not yet comparable."

Thinking this, Yu Qingtan took a few steps forward and said to Ye Rujun, "Junior Yu Qingtan from Tianxiang Valley wishes to exchange pointers in painting and calligraphy with elder Ye."

Everyone was shocked.

Ye Rujun also knew from the discussions of those below the stage and from Zhong Yao's poem that Yu Qingtan excelled in music and chess, but now she wanted to compete with him in painting and calligraphy.

"Are you sure?"

He asked, his arms crossed, as Feng Qiao also looked at her scrutinizingly.

Xie Yun had a bad feeling in her heart, for she too was proficient in Painting Skill, but in front of Ye Rujun, if she stood out, it would mean real embarrassment.

Therefore, she had no intention of painting. Unexpectedly, Yu Qingtan stepped forward.

However, some in the crowd were rejuvenated.

"Just the other day, Miss Qingtan dominated Tianxiang with her skills in music and chess; could it be that her painting and calligraphy could not also stand alone and unmatched?"

They believed that Yu Qingtan was such a treasure of a girl.

Like her little fan Xiang Ru, like Xiang Yu who had some understanding of her.

And like Fu Nian, who had just arrived at Tianxiang City today.

"I am sure!"

Yu Qingtan said firmly.

Originally, she only intended to show a bit of her skill, but with the people from the Extreme Path Demon Sect, especially, pressing down on her, she naturally had to take action.

"Interesting, then please go ahead!"

"However, just an exchange of skills seems a bit lacking. Why not raise the stakes?"

Yu Qingtan continued to speak.

"Interesting, Qiao'er, this trip is truly interesting. Well, if a little Qi Cultivation girl dares to bet with me, how can I not accept.

Let's bet on whether you can create a piece that exceeds four feet and eight inches of saintly light. If you fail, you will become my servant girl, but if you succeed, I will give you a supreme quality Spiritual Artifact," Ye Rujun said with a smile.