I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

The artistic conception contained within the work was so profound that many spectators felt themselves becoming truly immersed in the scene.

For a brief moment, they almost believed they were standing within that moonlit world themselves.

Gasps of amazement spread throughout the audience.

"What a masterpiece!"

"She’s incredible!"

"As expected of a true genius!"

Many young men found it difficult to look away. Part of it was because of her painting skills. The other part was because of her exceptional beauty.

Whether they were admiring the artwork or the artist herself, even they could not tell.

All they knew was that the beautiful woman had undoubtedly become one of the brightest stars of the competition.

***

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the entire competition, the audience remained enthusiastic, cheering for the participants from beginning to end.

To mortals, staying awake for three days and three nights would have been torture, but for cultivators, such a feat was insignificant.

Many powerful cultivators could meditate, cultivate, or train continuously for years without sleep.

As the final day arrived, numerous masterpieces had already been completed. Several of them even resonated with the Grand Dao, causing natural phenomena to appear around the paintings.

One of the most impressive works depicted a majestic azure dragon soaring through the heavens.

Every scale was painted with exquisite detail, and the dragon’s eyes seemed to contain genuine intelligence.

Those who gazed upon it felt as though the creature would leap from the canvas at any moment and enter reality itself.

Many spectators held their breath while staring at it.

"What a terrifying painting!"

"It almost feels alive!"

"Another step and the painter might have truly created life!"

Unfortunately, everyone knew that breathing true life into a painting was the absolute peak of the Dao of Painting.

Such a realm belonged only to ancient monsters who had cultivated for countless ages. It was not something the younger generation could achieve.

Another famous masterpiece was a painting of a sword.

The sword stood alone beneath a starry sky, yet it radiated an indescribable sharpness.

The longer one stared at it, the more profound mysteries they discovered hidden within its strokes.

Some sword cultivators even entered states of enlightenment simply by observing it.

Several spectators gained insights into sword techniques and cultivation principles from the painting alone.

"It contains Sword Intent!"

"No, it contains several layers of Sword Dao!"

"The painter is a genius!"

Exclamations continuously echoed throughout the venue. Yet despite these astonishing works, there was one painting that eclipsed them all.

It belonged to the beautiful woman dressed in simple white robes... Rong Xian.

Her painting portrayed a range of immortal mountains hidden among drifting clouds.

Waterfalls cascaded from the heavens while countless cranes flew through the mist.

The scenery appeared serene, pure, and untouched by worldly concerns. The moment one looked upon the painting, their heart would inexplicably calm.

Cultivators who had been troubled by inner demons felt their minds clear. Those burdened by worries felt their anxieties melt away.

Many spectators even felt as if their souls had been transported into the painting itself, ascending into a heavenly paradise where no suffering, conflict, or pain existed.

The painting possessed an extraordinary charm that words could hardly describe.

"It is beautiful..."

"No, beautiful isn’t enough to describe it."

"It feels like my soul has been cleansed."

"What incredible attainment in the Dao of Painting." Even several elders found themselves staring at the artwork for a long time.

When the judging finally began, the outcome was almost unanimous. The ten judges carefully evaluated every masterpiece before casting their votes.

One vote.

Three votes.

Five votes.

Seven votes.

In the end, the overwhelming majority selected Rong Xian as the winner. The result was easy to understand.

What she had created was simply a tier above the rest.

The audience erupted into applause while many participants sighed in admiration. However, not everyone accepted the result.

Soon, murmurs of dissatisfaction spread through the crowd.

"I disagree with the judges’ decision!" A voice suddenly rang out. The noisy venue immediately quieted. The speaker was one of the competing painters.

Everyone turned toward him.

"What do you mean?"

The man crossed his arms and sneered.

"Miss Rong Xian’s painting may be impressive, but I recently learned something about her."

The crowd became curious.

"What is it?"

The man spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Rong Xian is blind."

The entire venue froze.

"What?!"

The spectators widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Blind?"

"That’s impossible!"

"If she’s blind, how could she paint something like that?"

"This must be false information."

"Someone is trying to slander her!"

Countless voices rose from the crowd. Even several judges frowned.

Painting was a Dao heavily reliant on observation.

One needed to see the world, understand its beauty, and comprehend its mysteries before transferring them onto a canvas.

A blind painter? It sounded utterly absurd.

At that moment, every gaze in the massive venue shifted toward the beautiful woman standing quietly beside her painting.

Rong Xian remained calm beneath the countless stares. Her expression did not change. Her eyes remained as beautiful as ever.

Yet those who observed carefully soon noticed something unusual. Those stunning eyes... Were unfocused.

They did not react to the movements around her. It was as though she truly could not see anything at all. Rong Xian was indeed blind.

Ever since birth, darkness had been the only world she had ever known.

However, she had never allowed that disability to stop her from pursuing her dreams.

While others pitied her or doubted her abilities, she continued to walk her own path, dedicating herself wholeheartedly to the Dao of Painting.

Still, she was not accustomed to being the center of attention.

Now that her secret had been exposed before countless cultivators, she could not help but feel somewhat nervous.

Her delicate fingers lightly gripped the sleeves of her robe as countless gazes fell upon her. The entire venue had descended into chaos.

Some were shocked. Some were skeptical. Others simply refused to believe it. Fortunately, Tang Jingyan quickly stepped forward to restore order.

"Silence!"

His voice echoed across the arena like thunder. The crowd immediately quieted down.

After all, Tang Jingyan was both the host of the competition and a respected figure within the Tang Clan.

Once the noise subsided, she turned toward the beautiful young woman.

"Miss Rong Xian," she said calmly, "is it true? Are you really blind?"

Countless eyes focused on her. Rong Xian lowered her head slightly before gently nodding.

"I am."

Her soft voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the silent venue. The crowd erupted once more.

"It’s actually true!"

"She’s really blind!"

"How is that possible?"

A young painter suddenly stepped forward and shouted in disbelief.

"But how can you paint so well?!"

Many immediately nodded. That was the question everyone wanted answered.

Painting was a path that relied heavily upon sight. One needed to observe mountains, rivers, clouds, stars, and all the wonders of heaven and earth.

How could someone who had never seen any of those things create such breathtaking masterpieces?

For a moment, the entire venue became silent. Everyone waited for her answer. Rong Xian hesitated for a brief moment before speaking softly.

"I... I use my heart to see."

The words were simple. Yet the moment they were spoken, the entire audience fell silent. Many cultivators felt their hearts tremble.

Use her heart to see? What kind of realm was that? Even the judges exchanged shocked glances.

A blind woman had surpassed countless talented painters who possessed perfect eyesight. Not because she could see more than them.

But because she saw the world differently. The more the crowd thought about it, the more profound her words became.

Perhaps the eyes could be deceived. Perhaps appearances could obscure the truth.

But the heart could perceive things that ordinary sight could never reach.

At that moment, countless spectators looked toward the painting of the immortal mountains once more.

Suddenly, they felt as though they understood it better than before. The serenity. The purity. The freedom from worldly troubles.

Perhaps those mountains were not painted with her eyes at all. They had been painted directly from her heart.

A profound silence spread across the arena. Even those who had doubted her earlier found themselves unable to speak.

The shock Rong Xian had brought to the masses was simply too great.

It was then that Tang Jingyan stepped forward and delivered the final verdict.

Her gaze swept across the crowd before settling on Rong Xian.

"Miss Rong Xian has neither cheated, lied, nor stolen another’s work," she declared in a firm voice. "Everything she has achieved today was accomplished through her own ability."

The entire venue fell silent as everyone listened.

"We all witnessed her create this masterpiece with our own eyes. Whether she painted by sight or by using her heart is just irrelevant. What matters is the quality of the work itself."