“You wanted to play, right? Then play here,” Mu Jin said.

The cat nodded.

"I see cats on TV all the time, and now that I've suddenly met one in person, I'm a little unaccustomed to it. I know that cats are proficient in more than twenty musical instruments. How dare we show off our limited skills in front of her?"

The cat looked at the woman who spoke and said, "Do whatever you want. I'm not judging you."

The woman smiled generously, "Since that's the case, I won't refuse. I just copied a new sheet music a few days ago and wanted to let everyone hear it."

After saying that, she took a zither and went to the zither table to play.

The guqin's tone is sometimes steady and deep, and sometimes ethereal and beautiful; this person is indeed playing it very well.

Everyone else listened quietly.

Song Sifan rolled up the painting he had just finished.

Someone noticed this scene and immediately looked on eagerly, whispering to Song Sifan that they wanted a piece of his calligraphy, as if it would be a great honor to receive one.

However, Song Sifan handed the painting to Maomao.

The cat glanced at him. "What?"

Song Sifan said, "I'll give it to you."

The cat asked curiously, "What would I do with your painting?"

Upon hearing this, some people immediately became a little unsettled!

A woman looked at the cat with envy and said, "Don't you know that our sect leader is the master of traditional Chinese painting, Yu Shen? His paintings are incredibly valuable and hard to come by."

"So that's how it is! Song Sifan's paintings are so valuable!" Maomao exclaimed in surprise.

The woman said proudly, "Yes, the sect leader's painting skills, let alone today, would have been the top scholar even hundreds of years ago, and would have been recorded in history."

Whether this will go down in history is unknown, but this woman's flattery is certainly impressive.

Cat looked at Song Sifan, took the painting from his hand, and asked, "You gave it to me?"

Song Sifan nodded, smiled, and glanced at Mu Jin meaningfully.

Even if he stares intently at the cat, the cat will still accept his gift.

Song Sifan was very happy.

Mu Jin slightly raised his eyelids and smiled, but with a hint of contempt and a deeper meaning. He didn't say anything.

Cat held the scroll in her hand, patted it, and asked the woman who had spoken earlier, "Do Song Sifan's paintings sell well?"

The woman nodded. "Of course, countless people look forward to the Jade Goddess's art exhibition every year."

"Oh." The cat suddenly smiled. "Since you like this painting so much, then I'll..."

The cat paused for a moment, then shoved the painting into the woman's hands. "I'll sell it to you!"

Before the woman could react, she had already grabbed the painting. Luckily, she reacted quickly and immediately said with a smile, "I dare not accept this. This painting is a gift from the sect leader."

Cat pushed it back to her, "What's there to be afraid of? Song Sifan gave it to me, so the power to dispose of it is mine. Since you want it so much, I'll grant your wish!"

The woman, holding the painting, was momentarily at a loss; the cat had truly caught her off guard.

The sect leader clearly intended it for the cat, how could she dare to accept it? However, if she insisted on refusing, it would seem that she was being hypocritical and disrespectful to the sect leader.

She was still hesitant when she heard Maomao say, "I don't know the value of this Jade God, nor do I know how much his paintings should sell for, so, sister, you can decide how much to pay."

Look...at...give?

The woman was even more bewildered. The sect leader himself was sitting right there, and he was asking her to watch him give it to him? Wasn't that murder?

"Hurry up, sister, are you so happy you've gone crazy?" the cat urged.

The woman looked at Song Sifan, but saw that he was calm and composed, and did not express any opinion, as if the cat was a gift he had given her and that she had sold it off immediately.

Finally, the woman quoted a price based on the same specifications Song Sifan had offered last time: "Ten million..."

"Wow, that's an astronomical price! The painting is yours now. Here's my account number; remember to transfer the money to me," the cat said happily.

The woman nodded stiffly. Paying ten million was a small matter, after all, Song Sifan's painting was indeed worth that price, and she wouldn't lose money by buying it.

But what frustrated her was that she felt like she had been tricked. How could someone from the Floating Sect be tricked by the Sect Master?

Mu Jin placed her hand on her head. "Are you happy?"

"Um!"

Of course I'm happy. Getting ten million for free? The money came too easily.

Mu Jin glanced at Song Sifan.

Receiving his gaze, Song Sifan maintained his elegance, but he already knew why Mu Jin hadn't minded the cat accepting his gift earlier—because he knew the cat would sell it.

But what if it's sold? Even if it's not a painting, the money was still indirectly given to me by him.

Suddenly, the cat looked at the calligraphy on the pear wood table and said, "Song Sifan, do you still paint?"

A painting only requires a piece of paper and some ink, yet it can be sold for ten million. Even cats want to do wholesale with this kind of business.

Upon hearing her words, Song Sifan seemed to know what she was thinking. He smiled and said, "If you want it, I'll paint as many as you want. However, things are valued for their rarity. No matter how many I give you, you can only sell one a year to maintain a high price."

"That makes sense." Cat thought about it and realized it made perfect sense.

Mu Jin placed her hand on the cat's waist, her intimacy natural, and said, "This kind of game, once is enough."

This was just a prank on Song Sifan; if it were any more, he definitely wouldn't agree.

"Oh." The cat nodded.

At this moment, the music stopped, and everyone applauded for a while.

Another person went off carrying a pipa, and yet another person sang opera.

The people present took turns demonstrating.

They are not merely pretentious; all the people in these eight schools possess genuine skills and can be considered truly cultured.

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