After the painting was finished, Yu Qingtan, with the spiritual power of the seventh level of Qi Cultivation, used the Object Controlling Technique to stand the paper up and present it to the audience.
On thisrge piece of paper, one zhang long and three chi wide, was depicted thest battle against the tide of beasts.
The paper used for the painting was made from Spirit Bamboo, and the pencil from Spirit Charcoal, so even in the open air, it could be preserved for thousands of years, and if vacuum-mounted or stored in a Storage Bag, it wouldst for ten thousand years without decay.
The scene in the painting took ce at the time when Yu Qingtan was on the high tform of the city wall, witnessing the brutal battle with her own eyes.
This sketch strikingly portrayed the moment when cultivators of the Human Race routed the Demonic Beasts in theter stages of the battle.
In the painting, the cultivators were fighting bloodily, the Demonic Beasts showed panic, and the scene, details, and overall situation were all profoundly impactful.
Had Yu Qingtan not been a cultivator, confident in her painting, and exceptionally quick, it would have been very difficult toplete such a piece of work in such a short time.
Once again, a round of enthusiastic apuse erupted from the audience, and some even regretted not having tipped Yu Qingtan earlier, but it was toote as the staff had already gone backstage.
"Thank you all for your encouragement. I will gift this painting to a lucky member of the audience at random, andstly, I will draw two lucky individuals to whom I will paint a portrait," Yu Qingtan said.
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The staff brought up threerge wheels, each surrounded by a ring of numbers, with "Section," "Row," and "Seat" written on them respectively.
Yu Qingtan stepped forward and spun each of the threerge wheels.
Most of the cultivators in the audience had never seen such a performance and found it quite interesting, secretly praying to be the lucky one of the night.
After a while, the wheels stopped spinning, and Yu Qingtan looked at the pointed area and said loudly, "Congrattions to the audience in section eight, row twelve, seat neen, the painting of Suichuan Immortal City’s cultivators fighting off the beast tide is yours, pleasee to the stage."
In the audience, a male cultivator in his thirties stood up excitedly, his face flushed with excitement under envious gazes, as he was guided by staff toward the stage.
He was a Loose Cultivator from an original shantytown, with a cultivation level of the third level of Qi Cultivation, and his hands trembled slightly as he approached the stage. When he got close to Yu Qingtan, he thought she looked even more beautiful up close.
Yu Qingtan took the painting, already mounted and rolled up by the staff, handed it over with both hands, and said, "Congrattions, big brother!"
The Loose Cultivator hurriedly received it with both hands, his voice trembling as he said, "Thank... thank you, Miss Qing Tan!"
Her face broke into a happy smile, and Yu Qingtan responded with a smile.
On the spectator seats, there was the asional sound of gritted teeth.
After the Loose Cultivator returned, Yu Qingtan continued operating the three wheels and said, "Now let’s draw the first lucky audience member for a portrait."
Soon after, the wheels stopped and Yu Qingtan said, "Congrattions to the audience in section ten, row one, seat eight, pleasee to the stage."
A middle-aged man carrying a long sword and with stubble on his face stood up excitedly and said, "Ha-ha, it’s me, Miss Qing Tan drew me."
Then, he swiftly raced towards the stage amidst a sea of envious and resentful stares.
"Big brother, congrattions, please strike the pose you find most handsome," Yu Qingtan said.
The outgoing Loose Cultivator blushed slightly as he saw Yu Qingtan up close.
"My goodness, she’s too good-looking!"
Thinking thus, he said aloud, "Alright!"
He then took the long sword off his back, adopted a pose with the sword resting, and looked ahead.
"Not bad, hold that pose, don’t move," Yu Qingtan instructed.
She then went to the desk and began drawing swiftly.
In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yu Qingtan had finished the drawing.
She took the drawing in her hand, walked over to the Loose Cultivator, handed it over with both hands, and said, "Big brother, it’s finished, what do you think?"
The Loose Cultivator excitedly took the painting and started looking at it, after just one nce, he praised repeatedly, "Good, it’s really well done!"
"Then show it to everyone," Yu Qingtan suggested.
The Loose Cultivator followed the instructions provided and raised the painting to his chest, presenting it at the edge of the stage.
In the painting, the Loose Cultivator’s image was vivid and lifelike, with his gaze matching exactly that of when he had posed before, and even the position of his stubble was urately detailed.
Enthusiastic apuse rose from the audience.
After the disy, the Loose Cultivator holding the painting returned to his seat.
Yu Qingtan then continued to approach the threerge spinners and gave them a spin.
"Let’s draw the next lucky audience member!"
After a moment, the spinner came to a stop.
"Congrattions to the audience member in the second zone, first row, twelfth seat. Pleasee to the stage."
A young man in white with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, tall and lean, stood up and walked toward the stage.
He was an acquaintance of Yu Qingtan, Song Zhenbo from the Song family.
Although the Song family had asked Song Zhenkai to bring people to support the event, knowing that his cousin liked Yu Qingtan, Song Zhenkai had invited him toe along.
Song Zhenbo, of course, did not refuse.
"It’s Brother Song! Thank you for your support. It has been a while since west met. How have you been, Brother Song?" Yu Qingtan said as she approached him.
Yu Qingtan surely noticed all the familiar faces in the audience, but she hadn’t expected Song Zhenbo to be the one drawn for the disy.
"Very well! Miss Qingtan’s performance is outstanding. It’s a pleasure for Bo to behold it!"
Yu Qingtan did not expect him to be so ttering and said with a smile, "Thanks, Brother Song. Could you please strike a handsome pose for me?"
"Sure!" With that, Song Zhenbo drew his sword, held it close to his heart, and stood sideways to Yu Qingtan.
"Indeed very handsome!" Yu Qingtan praised inwardly while beginning to draw.
Somewhere in the audience.
Qi Hong, seeing this, twisted his face with jealousy and muttered, "Show-off!"
Unfortunately, now whenever he went out, he had to endure the strange looks of others, so it was not good for him to draw attention to himself.
Not far away, Fu Nian in a ck robe nced at Qi Hong from time to time, considering whether to extract a bit more "interest" from the Qis before leaving.
However, after another nce at the quietly drawing Yu Qingtan on the stage, he reluctantly suppressed the tempting idea.
By now, Yu Qingtan hadpleted the drawing and came over to pass the piece to Song Zhenbo.
Song Zhenbo smiled as he took a nce at the painting and said, "Thank you!"
Then, Song Zhenbo employed the Object Controlling Technique and suspended the paper in mid-air, showing it off to the audience.
The painting depicted a white-robed male cultivator standing with a sword, his eyes sharply fixed forward, his chiseled profile entuated by the long ck hair, exuding an imposing handsomeness.
After showing it around, Song Zhenbo stored the painting in his Storage Bag, gave Yu Qingtan a bow, and returned to his seat in the audience.
Yu Qingtan also bowed to the audience and announced, "Thank you very much for your support. I dere today’s performance at an end. Thank you, everyone!"
Warm apuse erupted from the venue.
After bowing again, Yu Qingtan retreated backstage.
The audience also left in an orderly fashion.
As Yu Qingtan stepped off the stage, a strange voice echoed in her ears.
"Miss Qingtan, I am Meng Xiyao, a deacon from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. I would like to discuss a potential coboration with you. Can we talkter in the Hundred Treasures Pavilion’s carriage?"
Yu Qingtan nodded imperceptibly.