The Young Matriarch
Chapter 807: Bai Chuwei’s Paintings Are Not Even as Good as Kindergarten Children’s

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: Bai Chuwei’s Paintings Are Not Even as Good as Kindergarten Children’s

Qingxuan smacked his forehead hard, realizing he was so touched by Senior Bai’s care for him that he had completely forgotten such an important matter.

Although Senior Bai’s cultivation base was profound, she was still young and naive about the ways of the world.

Li Can, that sneaky bastard, must have learned his lesson after being slapped away by Senior Bai, and for sure, he would take the hint and run!

They were cultivators, not ordinary people who needed cars, airplanes, or ships to escape.

Relying solely on walking, they could cross great seas and head straight back to A Country.

If Li Can really managed to flee back to A Country, finding him again would be difficult, and Senior Bai would have to swallow this loss in the dark.

Bai Chuwei casually played with a strand of her hair, nonchalantly saying, "No rush. Where’s the manager? Where did he drop dead?"

The manager hiding in the shadows felt a thump in his heart and, tumble after scrape, he crawled out from behind the large potted plant in the corner, crying, "Boss, spare my life, please spare my life!"

It was said that Demonic Cultivators were terrifying, committing all sorts of heinous acts, but this young girl in front of them seemed as demure as a fairy descending from the nine heavens—yet she was a top-tier witch, the most frightening being of all!

Bai Chuwei sighed, "Do I really look that scary? Are you that afraid of me?"

Manager: "I’m not afraid, not afraid at all!"

Bai Chuwei silently watched the manager shaking like a sieve; being so afraid that you become fearless—there’s some logic to it.

"Change the painting!"

Upon hearing this, the manager nodded his head like a pecking chicken and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hurry, hurry, get the Moon Shadow Painting for Mr. Liu. Are you guys crazy? Serve tea to Miss Bai and her company!"

The entire Qingxuan Sect was filled with emotion, having been trapped here and treated no differently than prisoners. Yet, upon Bai Chuwei’s arrival, it was as if an empress had graced them, and all the finest things were promptly delivered to her.

Qingxuan took the tea but kept peering outside, a bit worriedly saying, "Senior Bai, perhaps this junior should still go out and check."

He had a nagging feeling that Li Can was going to run.

Bai Chuwei calmly blew on the mist rising from the hot tea and said leisurely, "No rush."

*

Outside, everything had exploded into chaos!

The Immortal Teacher, who had been missing for nearly ten days, finally reappeared in front of the public, and her comeback involved painting traditional Chinese art, drawing the attention of thousands!

The Dean of the Art Department at Imperial University was beside himself with excitement. Given the level of work Bai Chuwei had previously showcased, her skills in traditional painting were undoubtedly not bad, and he even wondered if she might consider visiting their Art Department.

But in the end... with all eyes on her, Bai Chuwei brazenly drew a huge turtle on Boss Li’s face—and it was in a simplified sketch style!

"My nephew in kindergarten can draw better than the Immortal Teacher," a female student said, covering her face.

Her boyfriend consoled her, "That’s what makes it realistic, though. It’s perfectly normal for Bai Chuwei not to be good at drawing. If she could also do traditional painting and at a level as high as the famous works in exhibitions, then she’d definitely be a Time Management Master."

A customer across from them kept nodding, "Young man, you’re right. The Immortal Teacher isn’t good at literature and can’t draw. I’m finally starting to feel like the Immortal Teacher is a bit more human."

It appeared as though the Immortal Teacher was flawless, with some middle school fans online convinced that Bai Chuwei was a true Immortal.

Now things were different; the Immortal Teacher finally showed a hint of humanity.

She wasn’t omnipotent!

She couldn’t draw, and her drawing skills couldn’t even beat those of kindergarteners.

That’s reality!

If you’re human, there’s bound to be something you’re not good at. Who can be perfect in every way?

It’s just that the turtle she drew was eye-wateringly bad.

As everyone was buzzing with discussion, suddenly a figure flew out of the back door like a parabola—!!