272: Chapter 272 Flower Fairy

Under the influence of the "Manifestation of Holiness" attribute, everyone present could see those four graceful and charming beauties.

No, that's not right, they were petite beauties.

Their figures were clearly a size smaller.

However, their temperament, beauty, and charm were top-tier; they were more alluring than almost any female celebrity.

And they were all wearing ancient costumes.

One wore a pale pink long dress, styled with playful double-flat buns, sweet and lovely, with a petite figure.

Another wore a gradient long dress that was red on top and white on the bottom, styled with an elegant Chaotian bun, possessing a mature and gentle temperament, with the best figure, like a ripe, older sister.

One wore an orange long dress, styled with a lively flying-heaven bun, with a relatively simple temperament, but upon closer inspection, she had a kind of approachability that could deeply touch the heart, more like the neighbor's older sister one admired in childhood.

The last one wore all white, styled with a Jinghong bun, with a stern face and an arrogant temperament.

Standing there, she gave off a cold and stunning vibe, radiating an aura of dignified inviolability.

These four female ghosts were more beautiful than the last.

But wait, could they really be called female ghosts?

They were clearly Flower Fairies.

It couldn't be more obvious.

They were the Apricot Flower Fairy, Lotus Flower Fairy, Chrysanthemum Flower Fairy, and Peony Flower Fairy.

Although they were not proper fairies, they couldn't be called female ghosts either; they had nothing to do with ghosts.

They also couldn't be called flower demons because their true form was not plants, but flowers painted by Zou Yigui.

Therefore, it was more appropriate to call them Flower Fairies.

Yes, four Flower Fairies.

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Sun Fuchang stared in dumbfounded amazement, motionless as if hit by a freezing spell, his eyes locked on the four Flower Fairies.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing also widened their eyes, carefully examining these four petite ancient-style beauties.

Lin Yuelan also had an expression of sheer disbelief.

Even Lin Yuegui, the person involved, looked at the four Flower Fairies and then at Han Jingyang in disbelief, finally looking at her own hands, as if asking, "Did I really summon these?"

Only Han Jingyang remained relatively calm, having seen too many similar existences.

Chaotian Temple was one of them; although Chaotian Temple didn't look like much, its strength was countless times greater than these four Flower Fairies.

If they were enemies, Chaotian Temple could eat these four petite beauties like snacks, one bite at a time.

Even the shikigami token housed a Bridal Gown Woman who had never shown her face, and that ghost was also stronger than these four petite beauties.

Of course, when it came to being easy on the eyes, these four little Flower Fairies were more pleasing.

Each had their own strengths, just like the spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums; the apricot, lotus, chrysanthemum, and plum each had their own unique characteristics.

Thinking this, he cupped his hands toward the four Flower Fairies: "The four of you, welcome."

The gazes of the four Flower Fairies slowly swept across the people present, finally landing on Han Jingyang, and they curtsied gently: "Greetings to this young gentleman."

Han Jingyang greeted them with a chuckle: "May I ask for the esteemed names of the four Flower Fairies?"

The Apricot Flower Fairy smiled sweetly: "We sisters are not any fairies. Our surnames follow our first master, Mr. Zou. As for our names, this young lady is named Zou Shuying, the eldest."

The Lotus Flower Fairy smiled enthusiastically: "This young lady is the second, surnamed Zou, named Zou Handan."

The Chrysanthemum Flower Fairy curtsied again, slightly shyly: "I am Zou Rushuang."

The Plum Flower Fairy had a cold expression and spat out three words indifferently: "Zou Feixiang."

Han Jingyang's smile widened: "Good names, each word is a gem and fittingly descriptive. Did Mr. Zou give them to you?"

Zou Shuying smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Zou had such a hobby. Every time he finished a painting, he would talk to the scroll, giving names to the landscapes, flowers, plants, trees, birds, and beasts in the painting."

"Did you gain sentience after this painting was completed?"

"No, we didn't gain sentience until the Republican era, but we can recall everything we experienced before that."

"That's interesting. Actually, you gained sentience early on; only with sentience can there be memories. It's just that you were ignorant and didn't know you were born early. Let me think, it's a bit like human pregnancy. You were just born in the Republican era, but your memories began the moment the painting was completed."

"Perhaps so," Zou Shuying curtsied to Han Jingyang once again: "Young gentleman, you are our new master, right?"

"Legally speaking, yes. But if you are unwilling, I won't force you. After all, you are not inanimate objects; you are sentient beings. Although you are not biological organisms in the biological sense, in my eyes, there is no difference between you and living people."

"Thank you, Master," Zou Shuying said, beaming as she curtsied again: "Of course we are willing. As a painting, we don't really have a choice. Whoever owns the painting is our new master. For us, we naturally prefer to follow a master who is powerful and has a good personality."

"Then you are quite lucky to have met me, so your talents won't go to waste."

Zou Shuying turned to look at her three younger sisters.

The four sisters exchanged glances for a moment and then bowed together: "Greetings, Master."

Han Jingyang laughed so hard his back teeth were showing.

Flower Fairies, wow.

The legendary Flower Fairies.

What Chinese man hasn't had such a fantasy?

Since ancient times, there have been too many beautiful legends about Flower Fairies, each one fascinating and making people unable to stop their imaginations from running wild.

Of course, Han Jingyang wouldn't have any improper thoughts about these four Flower Fairies who didn't even have physical bodies.

But keeping them around was always a good thing. At the very least, it was pleasing to the eye and gave him face.

Moreover, don't look down on these four little Flower Fairies for having no combat ability; their minds stored hundreds of years of memories, experiences, and knowledge.

Even if their range of activity was limited, that was still quite remarkable. Who knows, they might come in handy someday.

Furthermore, the existence of the four of them was something worth studying.

If he could master the ability to mass-produce Flower Fairies, that would be awesome.

He could specialize in painting for rich people, with each painting coming with one or several Flower Fairies. He would become the world's top painter in no time, bar none.

His paintings would break world records in no time.

Buying such a painting would be much more prestigious than buying some sports car or luxury watch.

At that point, selling a painting for one or two hundred million wouldn't be excessive, right?

Selling one a month, that's at least one or two billion in net income a year. In a few years, he could join the rich list.

Of course, Han Jingyang was just thinking about it. Not to mention whether he could learn this skill, even if he really learned it, he wouldn't just paint and sell randomly.

After all, he wasn't a professional painter, and he wasn't interested in that rich list. He would be satisfied if he could achieve financial freedom.

But regardless, having these four Flower Fairies by his side was a happy thing.

If he could teach them to serve tea and pour water, that would be even more awesome.

When a guest arrived, having these four Flower Fairies come out one after another to serve tea and pour water—that feeling would be indescribably great.

Han Jingyang was pleased.

Sun Fuchang, however, was miserable.

This was originally his.

But he sold it to Han Jingyang, and for only 600,000.

Although Han Jingyang hadn't paid yet, a verbal agreement had already been reached.

And this was the result without Consecration.

If it were consecrated, wouldn't it be even more valuable?

Therefore, Sun Fuchang regretted it so much he wanted to slap himself a few times, but in the end, he held back.

Even knowing it was impossible, he still asked: "Brother, is this painting for sale?"