Chapter 452: If you have such talents, why bother drawing such boring pictures?!
“Senior Brother Bai, I came to see you.”
Shui Miao Miao stretched out her hand and gently pushed open Bai Feng’s door. She poked her head inside, looking for Bai Feng, but didn’t see his figure anywhere.
“Huh? Where’s Senior Brother Bai? Didn’t he say he was at home on his communicator earlier?” She tiptoed into the room, carefully sneaking in. “Could it be that Bai Brother is taking a nap?”
Her gaze settled on Bai Feng’s bedroom door. Just as she pondered whether to knock and wake him up… Hehe…
“You came here just in time.”
Bai Feng pushed open his study door and saw Shui Miao Miao standing frozen with a goofy smile on her face.
He walked over and pinched her little face.
“Hmm… Huh? Senior Brother Bai? Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping on the bed?”
Shui Miao Miao was slowly waking up. She instinctively looked at Bai Feng standing in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion. Suddenly, she snapped to her senses, hurriedly took a step back, and patted her own little face.
“Junior Sister Shui, it seems like you’ve been zoning out more lately. I happen to have read a few medical books; do you want me to take a look at you?”
“Ah…”
Medical books? Checking for sickness? How should I do that?
Just as her mind was about to start dreaming up fantasies, she raised her tiny hand and slapped her own face, cutting off the impending daydream.
“No need, Senior Brother Bai. I don’t think it’s that serious!”
With her face flushed red, Shui Miao Miao said seriously.
‘I absolutely dare not let Senior Brother Bai check! If he finds out what I think about every day, I’ll be finished! I won’t have the face to stay in Heavenly Sword Sect anymore!’
“All right then.” Bai Feng nodded without insisting. “Let’s go to the study. I need you to help me with something.”
“What is it?”
Shui Miao Miao hurriedly followed, curious about what kind of task required her assistance from her senior brother.
In the study.
Bai Feng handed her several sketches of monsters. “Lately, I’ve been making a game for Little Jiu. Help me design some weapons and monsters—don’t worry about realism, just let your imagination run wild.”
“Oh…”
Shui Miao Miao instinctively nodded. She stared at the unfamiliar monsters on the paper, lost in thought.
Designing weapons and monsters? How should I do it?
Flipping through the junk in her mind, Shui Miao Miao fell into deep thought—completely stuck.
No ideas at all.
She raised her head to peek at Bai Feng’s drawings, and saw a monster covered in huge black tentacles.
Huh? Is this even permissible to draw? Or is my mind too dirty?
Then she saw another one: a creature with a human upper body and the lower part being swallowed by black sludge. Her expression grew serious—so this kind of thing is okay to draw too?
A sudden burst of inspiration ignited inside her. She returned to her seat, took her brush, and started sketching furiously.
It was a alchemy furnace — quite like the one she had encountered in the Simulation Secret Realm, except this one had tentacles inside.
Not satisfied with just the design, she began to sketch how the furnace attacks.
Bai Feng watched her beside him, eyes fixed. After a moment, he coughed lightly and said, “Junior Sister Shui, we’re not making a horror game, please tone it down a bit.”
“…Huh?”
Isn’t it?
Shui Miao Miao froze instantly.
“But your idea isn’t bad. If you remove the tentacles and replace them with sharp teeth and a tongue for sneak attacks, daring players who get close to examine might be caught by the tongue and dragged into the furnace to be shredded by those teeth.”
“…Okay, okay, I’ll fix it.”
Shui Miao Miao blushed fiercely and quickly wiped away the tentacles on her drawing.
A moment later, she lifted her head slightly. Although she was pulled into this task mid-way by Bai Feng, she hadn’t forgotten her original purpose for visiting.
As Bai Feng stretched and relaxed, she quietly approached and asked, “Senior Brother Bai, didn’t you say that once we’re back in the sect, you’d teach me real skills?”
“…”
You’re still thinking about that?
Finally, Bai Feng sighed. “Since you really want to learn, I suppose I can tell you a thing or two.”
Since Shui Miao Miao didn’t mind, what’s there to worry about.
“Thanks, Senior Brother Bai!”
…
“Basically, that’s about it. Can you understand?” Bai Feng put down his brush and looked at Shui Miao Miao, whose ears and neck were turning red and whose eyes looked a bit dazed.
“Ah…”
She nodded instinctively, even afraid to meet Bai Feng’s gaze.
So embarrassing! How can it be so embarrassing?
If you have the ability to draw such dull, plain pictures, why bother with such dull as plain artwork like the Spring and Autumn landscapes?
Meanwhile, her confidence was slightly shaken. She thought she had learned six or seven of Bai Feng’s techniques, but now she realized she had only grasped a few superficial tricks.
But since she now knew Bai Feng’s true skill, she wouldn’t let it stay in the dust!
Her eyes firmed up.
“Senior Brother Bai!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Please, draw those kinds of sultry pictures for me all my life. I’ll do anything!” Shui Miao Miao grabbed Bai Feng’s arm and begged.
Bai Feng: “…”
Shouldn’t you be working hard and becoming the new generation of sultry art masters yourself?
“You can do everything?”
Faced with Bai Feng’s question, Shui Miao Miao swallowed hard, then nodded decisively: “Yes! Whatever Senior Brother Bai asks, I will do!”
“In that case…” Bai Feng’s lips curved into a slight smile, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I order you to cultivate diligently and reach the Immortal Road to become an immortal.”
Shui Miao Miao: “??”
Wait a minute—that’s not right…
“Just joking.” Bai Feng chuckled and waved his hand. “Let’s not talk about this. If you’re interested, go ahead and draw. I’ll do my best to teach you.”
“Hmm, okay.”
Shui Miao Miao nodded. Though a little disappointed, she wasn’t too upset—after all, Bai Feng promised to teach her earnestly.
And during the lessons, Bai Feng wouldn’t just use words—she’d definitely have the chance to see his full form someday!
“Oh, by the way, Senior Brother Bai, can I take these pictures back for reference?”
“…Here. Also, don’t post these somewhere random, or I might just ‘expel you’ from the sect.”
“I swear I won’t!”
These are Bai Feng’s drawings, after all. She wouldn’t dream of showing them to others.
Hehe—tonight, she’d sleep hugging her own pillow and the drawings Bai Feng drew by hand.
