The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

The hall exuded a faint scent of purple orchids, suffused with a classic charm.

Long tables and floor mats were distributed around the edges, leaving a spacious area in the center.

The walls were adorned with famous paintings and animal specimens.

The floor was covered in pristine white rugs.

Qin Hao felt as though he had been transported to a Mongolian yurt beyond the pass.

"Junior Brother Qin, let’s sit together."

Since the seats were intended for two and Qin Hao had no companions, Su Lingfeng invited him sincerely.

"Alright."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, and the two of them found a spot to sit.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Hu Boyong, situated at the head, clapped his hands, "Bring out the wine and food!"

At his words, a group of beautifully dressed maids entered carrying trays of fresh dishes and wine. These young women all had lovely faces and wore specially prepared outfits.

Qin Hao truly felt as if he were back in the Qin Dynasty, being hosted at a king’s banquet.

"These women are Outer Courtyard disciples within the sect. Brother Hu used task points to invite them," Su Lingfeng explained quietly to Qin Hao.

"Can you really do that?" Qin Hao was quite surprised.

"Examples like this abound. The rules for Outer Courtyard disciples are relatively relaxed, and Inner Sect disciples can issue tasks in the Outer Courtyard. The prices are rather steep," Su Lingfeng detailed, "These girls can earn three hundred task points just by serving as maids for a day..."

"That’s quite a sum," Qin Hao couldn’t help but nod.

"It’s all due to Brother Hu’s generosity; if it were someone else, they wouldn’t be so lavish," Su Lingfeng laughed.

...

On the other side, when all the dishes were served, Hu Boyong raised his cup and stood up, "Thank you all for joining this banquet. Let me first toast to everyone!"

Everyone lifted their glasses and stood up, each drinking their fill.

With this drink taken, the hearts of all present warmed up.

Seeing this, Hu Boyong smiled and proposed, "Shall we begin the talent performance now?"

"Of course!"

Lei Xiuzhu stood up from her seat, took a light step, and soared like a bird, landing on the center stage.

She pointed her finger towards Wang Yufei, sitting next to her, "Sword, come!"

Wang Yufei tossed the prepared long sword.

Lei Xiuzhu hooked her finger, catching the sword sheath in mid-air, and with a resounding "clang," drew the sword. Her figure moved with fluidity, wielding the Jade Sword and dancing.

It must be said that Lei Xiuzhu was indeed a captivating woman.

Usually, she was bold and fiery, but with a sword in hand, her brows exuded vigor. Moreover, her figure was exquisite, with graceful movements full of skill; her swordsmanship seemed a blend of martial arts and sword skills, full of a unique beauty.

If you deemed her sword dance mere performance, you would be mistaken.

Those attentive would notice that as Lei Xiuzhu danced, faint whirlwinds subtly appeared in the air.

This was her spiritual qi transformed into sword qi, vibrating outward.

Each whirlwind possessed the capability to shred rocks.

Once this sword was in motion, ordinary people would scarcely dare approach.

Qin Hao watched everything intently, nodding inwardly; Lei Xiuzhu was mischievous indeed, but her prowess was unquestionably remarkable.

"Junior Brother Qin, have you prepared a talent performance?" Amid his admiration, Su Lingfeng quietly asked.

"Talent performance? Must I really?" Qin Hao was somewhat perplexed.

"Not necessarily," Su Lingfeng shook his head, "The purpose of this gathering is to showcase everyone’s talents. But it’s not mandatory; you can choose not to participate if you wish."

"Then I decline," Qin Hao refused straightforwardly, grabbing some grapes from his bowl and chewing them heartily.

Seeing this, Su Lingfeng could only shake his head and smile wryly.

This Junior Master Qin seemed intent on concealing his abilities.

Clang clang clang clang!

In the space, the Jade Sword sang.

Sword qi surged across the air.

Soon, the singing and sword qi dissipated, and Lei Xiuzhu stood at her spot, one hand placed behind her, with the Jade Sword resting against her elegant back.

She extended one hand, and confidently saluted, "Finished!"

As her words fell, applause erupted in the venue, with everyone clapping vigorously.

"Junior Sister Lei’s sword skills remind me of the Female Sword Saint Gongsun Dama from three thousand years ago..."

Hu Boyong stood up, clapping while bestowing flattery.

Gongsun Dama was a legendary Sword Saint, a paragon among women in this world.

By comparing Lei Xiuzhu to the Female Sword Saint, he undoubtedly elevated her standing.

Even though Lei Xiuzhu recognized it as flattery, her heart still brimmed with joy, and her pride was even more evident. "Hu Boyong, you’re too kind!"

Having said that, she returned to her seat, casually tossing the sword sheath to Wang Yufei, savoring fruits and drinking merrily.

But upon noticing Qin Hao’s indifferent expression, her eyebrows arched in displeasure, "Humph! This guy wasn’t paying attention to my sword dance? How annoying!"

With Lei Xiuzhu breaking the ice, other disciples couldn’t restrain themselves and raised their hands to perform.

The second performer was a girl with a clear and beautiful face.

When the attendant brought over a zither, she sat on the floor and began to play.

As one of Huaxia’s oldest instruments, the zither’s sound was always famous for its ancient and fluid nature.

This female disciple clearly understood this well, choosing an expansive and ethereal piece.

Through the entire melody, everyone was deeply immersed, feeling as though they witnessed a feast of sound.

Qin Hao nodded repeatedly; accustomed to pop songs, hearing a zither occasionally was quite refreshing.

When the performance ended, applause once again filled the venue.

However, as people deliberately restrained the applause, it was not as loud as the first round for Lei Xiuzhu.

"I wish to perform a painting!"

The third performer was Wei Zhongxun.

He took center stage, and attendants brought over the prepared brushes and inks.

Wei Zhongxun accepted them, his smile blossoming, "Since we stepped onto the path of immortality, time is no longer easily mastered. Being able to gather like this today is a form of fate. Let me use my brush to capture this wonderful moment!"

After speaking, he unfolded the white paper, holding multicolored brushes, and started to paint.

As he painted, Wei Zhongxun periodically looked up to scan the crowd.

Such multitasking was extremely laborious, generally impossible for most.

But Wei Zhongxun was different; he completed it rather effortlessly, a confident smile adorning his face.

Inra spent less than two incense sticks of time, Wei Zhongxun placed the brush back in its original position, clapping his hands, "It’s done!"

At his word, everyone craned their necks to see.

Wei Zhongxun gracefully removed the painting from its frame, displaying it before everyone.

Seeing the contents of the painting, people expressed their amazement.

"What a masterpiece! An incredible painting!"

"The depiction of me in this painting is so handsome! Brother Wei’s painting skills are extraordinary!"

Amidst the chatter, Qin Hao observed that the painting depicted a banquet scene, with many men and women, their features remarkably detailed and matching everyone present.