The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1404: You’re Lower Level, Stay Away from Me

Chapter 1404: Chapter 1404: You’re Lower Level, Stay Away from Me

"I don’t take disciples," Mo Ying shook her head. "Besides, your cultivation level is comparable to mine, how could I have the qualifications to be your master?"

"The learned can be a teacher!" Jingyue Fairy blurted out with a determined look.

"Which sword style do you want to learn?" Mo Ying asked.

"Swift Sword!" Jingyue Fairy answered without hesitation.

"Alright." Mo Ying nodded. "For the foreseeable future, you can stay by my side! But I won’t consider myself your master, at most a guide."

"Okay." Jingyue Fairy was extremely excited.

...

In the Immortal Realm, at the Cross-Dimensional Hall.

Two figures pushed open the door and stepped onto the fertile land of the Immortal Realm, curiously observing their surroundings.

"Jiaojiao, look how different the sky of the Immortal Realm is from the sky of our Shenzhou Continent," Shi Lei pointed upwards, his face full of amazement.

"Indeed, there are so many suns here, but it doesn’t feel hot at all," Li Jiaojiao said, glancing around with curiosity plastered on her face.

"Jiaojiao, we each have our own missions now, so let’s part ways here. Be careful," Shi Lei advised.

"Okay!"

The two bid each other farewell and flew off in different directions. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

...

Half a day later.

After asking around, Shi Lei arrived at a super large city called Ancient Painting City.

This city has a long history.

Legend has it that it’s the hometown of the Painting Saint. Afterwards, when the Painting Saint completed his studies and returned, he secluded himself here, and it wasn’t until many years later, after he passed away, that it was discovered.

Since then, Ancient Painting City gained fame.

In the Immortal Realm, those who were proficient in painting or admired the Painting Saint came to this city to study, and over time, Ancient Painting City became a holy land in the hearts of painters.

Entering the city, the view unfolds like a scroll of paintings.

Walls, stone pillars, stalls, floor tiles, and various buildings are all adorned with various paintings by painters.

Especially the wall paintings, all exquisite and lifelike, and the creators of these paintings are undoubtedly true masters.

"Compared to them, I’m still far behind!" Shi Lei felt a sense of insignificance.

"Haha, compared to these painting masters, you’re naturally far behind. Even I, a Ninth Level Painter, dare not compare myself with these masters," a calm voice rang out.

Shi Lei looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a young man in white standing nearby, hands clasped behind him, possessing the cultivation level of a Human Immortal, followed by ten maids at the Heavenly Emperor Level.

"Truly extravagant!" Shi Lei thought to himself.

He had never seen anyone walk around with ten Heavenly Emperor Level maids, and he immediately felt that this young man in white was no ordinary person.

"A Ninth Level Painter... is that impressive?" Shi Lei couldn’t help but ask.

"Not really impressive!" The young man in white waved his hand. "Painters are divided into nine levels, with the first level being the lowest and the ninth level the highest. I’m merely a Ninth Level Painter."

Hearing this, Shi Lei scratched his head.

It turned out that this person was here to show off, appearing humble but actually quite arrogant.

"Since the ninth level isn’t the highest, then what about painting masters? And the Painting Saint?" Shi Lei asked further.

The young man in white’s expression stiffened, and he replied, "Masters have their own schools and are naturally above Ninth Level Painters, and the Painting Saint is unique, surpassing all masters, and is naturally more formidable."

"So, the Ninth Level is not the highest, there are many masters and a Painting Saint above it," Shi Lei realized.

"What level of painter are you?" The young man in white scrutinized Shi Lei. "Judging by your cultivation level, which rivals mine, your painting skills should be decent, no?"

"Just average," Shi Lei shook his head.

With the teachings of Ye Feng and his own diligent efforts, Shi Lei had made significant progress in painting after receiving guidance from Ma Liang’s Brush.

But he remained humble.

"Just average? Seems like a Seventh or Eighth Level Painter, haha!" The young man in white sneered, stepping aside. "Without the level of a Ninth Level Painter, don’t get too close to me."

Soon after, the young man in white leisurely walked away.

Witnessing this, Shi Lei scratched his head, feeling that the other party was indeed quite arrogant.

Above the clouds.

Ye Feng was sipping tea, noticing the scene in Ancient Painting City and couldn’t help but want to laugh.

"Without the level of a Ninth Level Painter, don’t get too close? This guy, he’s really thick-skinned!"

Ye Feng continued sipping his tea.

In Ancient Painting City.

Shi Lei continued to walk through the city.

In front of a huge stone wall, hundreds of painters gathered, and an old man in a blue robe, holding a brush, was explaining something.

"We are just ordinary painters."

"But the Painting Saint reached the highly profound level of a Soul Painter, able to create a painting with a single thought, and every aspect was exquisite."

"More importantly, at the level of the Painting Saint, one can completely harness all things to paint, achieving a perfect harmony and transcending the ordinary."

"I am a painting master, having formed my own style, but compared to the Painting Saint, I am still far behind."

"As for you all!"

"You still need to learn diligently."

"Now, let me demonstrate with a painting."

The old man in the blue robe took a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint an ink wash landscape on the wall.

"The basic techniques of ink wash painting include outline, texture, rubbing, coloring, and dotting. Once you master these, you’ve entered the art."

The old man in the blue robe continued to teach on the spot.

Shi Lei watched with great interest.

On the wall.

An ink wash landscape rapidly took shape. As the crowd looked on, they couldn’t help but feel the painting was vivid and lifelike, as if the mountains and rivers within had come to life, forming a world of their own.

"Amazing!" Shi Lei praised.

"What are you doing here? Don’t you know that painters below the Ninth Level should keep their distance?" The young man in white happened to be there too, and upon seeing Shi Lei, disdainfully moved aside.

"Li Zhengping, all painters present here are equals," the old man in the blue robe reprimanded the young man in white.

"Yes, Master Qing Shan." Li Zhengping outwardly agreed, but inwardly remained defiant.

In his view, being a Ninth Level Painter, he was just a step away from becoming a master, and was nothing like ordinary painters.

"Young man, what do you think of this landscape painting I’ve done?" Master Qing Shan looked at Shi Lei with a kind smile, inquiring.

"It’s painted very well!" Shi Lei gave a thumbs up and added, "Almost as good as mine."

"Pfft!"

The crowd collectively sprayed with laughter.

"Arrogance!"

"That’s Master Qing Shan. With a casual stroke, he can create a world within a painting. Where did you come from, young man? Do you even have the level of a Ninth Level Painter, daring to compare yourself to Master Qing Shan?"

"Throw him out, throw him out!"

All the painters present were incensed.

Li Zhengping exaggeratedly pointed at Shi Lei, shouting, "Someone, get this arrogant person out of Ancient Painting City. Don’t let him in anymore."

On stage.

Even Master Qing Shan was stunned.

As a painting master, and among the top in the Immortal Realm, with numerous disciples, Master Qing Shan was highly respected.

Yet, unexpectedly, a young man dared to compare himself to him, leaving him slightly upset.

"We are painters, not barbarians, stop this!" Master Qing Shan, being a true master, with high self-control, said, "Young man, what is your name?"

"Master, my name is Shi Lei," Shi Lei cupped his hands, showing courtesy.

Seeing his humble demeanor, Master Qing Shan was very pleased and nodded, "Which sect do you belong to, and what level of painter are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Misty Sect in Shenzhou. As for my painter level, I’m not really sure," Shi Lei thought carefully and felt it was indeed hard to categorize himself.

"Oh, Misty Sect?"

"Is there such a sect in the painting world?"

"Never heard of it!"

"Probably a minor sect," everyone shook their heads.

But the next moment, someone gasped, staring intently at Shi Lei.

"Misty Sect? Ye Feng’s sect!"

"Oh my!"

The crowd finally realized, and were so startled that they fell to the ground, scrambling away, as if avoiding a venomous snake.