Beisitian glanced back at Luo Yirui and saw him quietly waiting nearby, which reassured her enough to walk onto the stage.

Shortly after she got on stage, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked up. His appearance was not particularly striking, but his height of over 1.85 meters made him look very slender, and his expression was indifferent... This look was labeled as the Prince... Beisitian couldn’t help but feel something was off.

Shouldn’t a Prince be handsome, dashing, and wear either a gentle or charmingly mischievous smile? But it seemed different here.

But that’s not the point. The point is, this young man’s spirit was exceptionally vibrant, he is a Mystic Doctor!

And very likely a Mystic Doctor who can cast Spiritual Talisman!

"What should I showcase?" Beisitian asked the Host.

The Host was momentarily stunned and glanced at Beisitian, seeing she was a new face, which explained the odd question.

"You should ask the Prince what to showcase," the Host said smiling.

Beisitian paused for two seconds and turned to look at the young man.

The young man didn’t even glance at her and said indifferently, "Anything will do, maybe sing a song, whatever."

Beisitian: "..." Sing your damn song, your whole family can go sing!

The Host knew the young man’s personality and chuckled upon hearing this: "Our Chu Fenglei doesn’t want to trouble such a beautiful lady, so he only requests that she sings a song, since..."

"Wait... I can’t sing."

The Host was momentarily stuck. Singing is actually the simplest talent show, yet it’s very difficult to make an impressive performance, and Chu Fenglei was impatient with such things, but he had to go through it due to obligations, which is why he said that. The Host hurriedly tried to smooth things over and yet Beisitian said something unexpected again, making it challenging to host the event properly!

In the audience, Yuan Tong chuckled deliberately, drawing much attention. However, almost everyone knew Yuan Tong but not Beisitian, so they naturally showed more tolerance toward someone they recognized.

It’s just a song, yet she claimed she couldn’t sing? Beisitian’s image immediately became that of ’ordinary’, ’commoner’, and even ’fool’ in people’s minds.

Hao Rong stood nearby and sneered, "That’s your mom? She can’t even sing on stage, how embarrassing!"

Luo Yirui’s fists clenched tightly, his gaze toward Hao Rong instantly turning icy.

Hao Rong, seeing such a cold stare, was shockingly taken aback and stepped back... What’s wrong with this guy, did he say something offensive? He only made a sarcastic comment, he was fine earlier despite provocation, yet mentioning his mom becomes unacceptable?

Hao Rong had no doubt, if he dared to say another word, Luo Yirui would definitely make a move!

On stage, Chu Fenglei was already very impatient; attending this kind of event was very tedious and monotonous, dealing with it was just out of obligation, but being labeled a Prince, that was one thing, asking someone to perform with him on stage was quite another?

Was he really going to perform?

Chu Fenglei felt his patience wearing thin, he intended to leave when hearing Beisitian couldn’t sing, but seeing Gu Haiqing’s amused smile, he halted.

Chu Fenglei closed his eyes briefly, suppressed his emotions and said, "Do whatever you can do."

Anything at all, just hurry up, so he could leave once it’s over.

After Chu Fenglei appeared, Beisitian kept her attention on him and Gu Haiqing, noticing some simple eye contact between them, she realized they knew each other.

Has a Mystic Doctor skilled in Spiritual Talisman become so common now?

Seeing two of them so easily, Beisitian felt as if masters were all around.

Beisitian contemplated for a moment and said, "I’ll paint."

Paint...

The crowd was silent for a few seconds; painting a decent picture takes time, will everyone wait for her to finish?

Are we not sleeping tonight!

Host looked at Zhan Hongjun, who nodded, immediately someone fetched brush and ink, which were the items Beisitian requested.

After the items were brought up, Beisitian pressed them with paperweights and began to paint without hesitation.

Everyone watched her movements, neither careful nor particularly serious, it seemed like she was just casually painting... Would the finished painting not be a disaster?

Beisitian painted quickly, merely sketched a few lines, though her talent in painting was not as good as writing or playing the piano, it wasn’t too bad either, such spontaneous work could still receive some praise.

In ten minutes or so, Beisitian finished, and buzzes of conversation arose from below.

Some have indeed showcased paintings before, but most brought completed works, Beisitian who painted on the spot was the first.

Chu Fenglei sat in the chair feeling bored, slightly regretting not stopping Beisitian, but he saw her set down the brush and secretly shook his head, regardless of what was painted, this speed was too fast.

With this speed, how high could the level be for what she painted?

After finishing, Beisitian looked at the Host, who walked up ready to take the painting, yet paused upon seeing it, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

The Host didn’t understand much about painting, but was nonetheless drawn by the artistic conception of the ink painting.

He initially took it lightly, but upon seeing it, his outstretched hands became cautious.

The painting was unfolded by the Host in front of everyone, showed to the audience who initially whispered to each other, instantly fell silent when they saw it.

The painting used traditional ink style, realistic near view, abstract distance, colors subtly blended with water and ink, enriched in context.

In this ink painting, nearby were willows by the riverbank, a lone boat fisherman in the water, far were continuous mountains, clearly in black and white yet deeply layered, conveying a vast region depicted in the painting.

The layering was very distinct, the most vital aspect being the rich, far-reaching artistic conception, compelling viewers to scrutinize whether the fisherman was fishing or idly sitting, to visualize how expansive the wild mountains really were, even feeling the willows by the shore gently swaying in the breeze!

Was this painting really created casually by that woman just moments ago?

If people weren’t witnessing it firsthand, it would be hard to believe that the woman completed such a high-standard work within just about ten minutes!

It could be said that if she entered this event with this painting, she would undoubtedly be the Princess of this edition!

Chu Fenglei also felt startled seeing the ink painting; what he saw was different from ordinary people, as this painting seemed familiarly evocative, neither the painting itself induced familiarity, but the feeling or even the effect...

Chu Fenglei couldn’t quite express, as a Mystic Doctor, prolonged viewing of this painting was beneficial for spirit!