Traveling to a world where aura is revived and demons and ghosts are rampant, but not being able to cultivate, Ye Feng can only be an ordinary person who writes and draws every day to cultivate his feelings.
As a result, he was pulled into a chat** that was full of middle-aged and sick people.
The people inside claimed to be the old heavenly master, Zhang Sanfeng, Fa Hai, Uncle Nine, Ma Xiaoling ...... and even someone who said that he was the first emperor of Qin, and that he was going to revive the Terracotta Warriors and Horses with him.
Ye Feng was idle and bored, bragging and farting with them every day, occasionally sending a few works for everyone to appreciate.
The result was surprisingly treated as a supreme master!
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Old Heavenly Master: "Senior Ye's ink treasures are enough for the poor Taoist to comprehend for the rest of his life!"
Fa Hai: "It's too terrifying, the sword intent contained in half of Senior Ye's painting even directly cut through Buddha's golden body ......"
Qin Shi Huang: "A thousand armies are not as good as Mr. Ye's brush stroke!"