Yun Wanqing immediately sought out Lin Feng and informed him about the event.

"The Myriad Dao Brush Assembly, huh? That sounds like fun. So when are we leaving, Wanqing?" Lin Feng asked with interest.

"As soon as you’re ready, Master Lin Feng," Yun Wanqing replied respectfully.

"I’m ready now. Let’s go."

As soon as he spoke, Lin Feng’s appearance began to change.

His features shifted and transformed until he once again wore the familiar face he had used back in Fragrant Mist City.

It was an identity that had brought him many interesting adventures and quite a few beautiful encounters.

Yun Wanqing blinked in surprise.

"What about the others, Master? Aren’t we bringing them along as well?"

"We can, but not today. Maybe next time."

Yun Wanqing nodded, though she was slightly curious about his reasoning.

The truth was that while having many beautiful women around certainly boosted one’s mood, there were times when it could also become a disadvantage.

A group of stunning beauties constantly surrounding him tended to scare away potential opportunities before they even had a chance to develop.

Lin Feng had not forgotten his original goal after all.

Creating the greatest, most glorious, most legendary harem the world had ever seen.

A mere hundred beauties was not enough. A thousand was barely acceptable. Ten thousand was a decent start.

As someone pursuing eternal life, Lin Feng had all the time in the world. Why limit himself?

The heavens were vast, the myriad worlds endless, and beautiful women could be found everywhere.

It would be disrespectful to fate itself if he failed to appreciate all of creation’s masterpieces.

Naturally, such a grand ambition required dedication and hard work.

"Building a harem is truly difficult," Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

If anyone heard his thoughts, they would likely cough up blood on the spot.

Countless cultivators struggled their entire lives for a single dao companion, while Lin Feng was lamenting the hardships of recruiting more women into an already enormous harem.

The difference between people was truly greater than the difference between heaven and earth.

"Let’s go."

With a wave of his sleeve, Lin Feng and Yun Wanqing rose into the sky and shot toward the location of the group of old men that was waiting for them.

The two went to greet the elderly messengers waiting in the courtyard.

The moment they arrived, the old men turned their attention toward Lin Feng.

Their eyes carefully swept over him from head to toe, examining every detail.

Although they maintained calm expressions on the surface, their hearts were not nearly as composed.

When Daoist Falling Snow had informed them that another person would be accompanying her, they had immediately thought of the legendary Medicine King, Lin Feng.

After all, who else could possibly be qualified to travel alongside a figure like Daoist Falling Snow?

The reputation of the Medicine King had already spread far and wide.

Stories of his miraculous healing skills, unfathomable cultivation, and heaven-defying abilities had reached even their ears.

Before coming here, they had secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of this mysterious expert.

Unfortunately, the man standing before them now appeared completely ordinary.

He was handsome and carried himself with confidence, but beyond that, there seemed to be nothing particularly remarkable about him.

The old men could not help but feel a little disappointed.

Of course, they were experienced cultivators who had lived for hundreds of years.

Such thoughts remained hidden deep within their hearts and never appeared on their faces.

Anyone personally brought along by Daoist Falling Snow was certainly not a simple character.

Perhaps this man possessed some extraordinary ability that they simply could not perceive.

After all, the cultivation world was vast. There were countless experts who preferred to keep a low profile.

One of the old men stepped forward and cupped his fists politely.

"May I know Senior’s esteemed name?"

Lin Feng smiled.

"Of course. I am known as Feng Lin, a mere traveler wandering beneath the heavens."

The old men exchanged subtle glances.

"Feng Lin?"

The name felt completely unfamiliar.

Their minds rapidly searched through countless information accumulated over thousands of years.

They recalled famous painters, calligraphers, formation masters, sword cultivators, pill refiners, beast tamers, and countless renowned experts.

Yet none of them had ever heard of a Master Feng Lin.

The more they thought about it, the more curious they became.

Anyone who could accompany Daoist Falling Snow should possess some reputation.

Could he be a hidden expert?

Or perhaps a reclusive master who rarely interacted with the outside world?

The old men became increasingly cautious.

Cultivators who survived to their age understood one important truth.

Never judge a person based on appearances.

The seemingly ordinary scholar beside the road could be an ancient monster who had cultivated for ten thousand years.

The beggar sleeping beneath a bridge could be a peerless expert who had become enlightened.

The cultivation world was filled with strange people and strange things.

One old man smiled warmly.

"Well met, Master Feng Lin. This old man is M..."

One after another, the elders introduced themselves. Lin Feng returned the greetings with a smile.

Unlike many powerful cultivators, he did not put on airs.

His easygoing attitude quickly eased the atmosphere, allowing the conversation to flow naturally.

Soon, the group began chatting casually.

The elders spoke about the upcoming Myriad Dao Brush Assembly while Lin Feng listened with interest.

"The assembly this year should be especially lively," an elder said.

"Oh?" Lin Feng asked.

"Many famous painters have already arrived. Some are old monsters who have secluded themselves for centuries. Others are young geniuses who have risen to prominence in recent years."

Elder Zhao nodded.

"I heard that several major sects are also sending representatives."

"The competition for first place will be fierce."

"Indeed," another added. "There are rumors that a supreme painting left behind by an ancient immortal may appear during the event."

The elders immediately lowered their voices after mentioning this.

Even Daoist Falling Snow showed a slight reaction.

An immortal’s inheritance was enough to make countless cultivators go crazy.

Lin Feng merely smiled.

To him, immortal inheritances were not particularly attractive. Still, it sounded entertaining.

Anything capable of attracting so many people would undoubtedly lead to interesting developments.

And where there were interesting developments... There were usually beautiful women as well.