He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Qin Chuan glanced at it; the entry requirements weren't difficult.

Only three paintings.

Three sketches should take no more than an hour.

As for the approval of others, there are at least ten people in this room, from downstairs to upstairs, so it's too easy to get three nods in agreement.

He looked down at the sketch he had drawn.

To be honest, it's not exactly a masterpiece of technique; the lines are rather simple, there's no coloring, and it certainly doesn't have any artistic conception or charm.

but,

It's big where it should be big, small where it should be small, and deep where it should be deep; it's so beautiful that you'll want to look at it again and again.

After looking at it twice, you want to look at it a third time, and after looking at it a third time, you start thinking about "taking action".

How tacky!

Qin Chuan nodded in satisfaction, peeled the painting off the paper, and turned to hand it to Xiao Taohua: "Here, what do you think of this painting?"

Little Peach Blossom quickly took it and glanced down at it.

Just one glance.

Her face flushed instantly, the redness spreading from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, even tinging her small earlobes with a pale pink.

This woman who dared to take off her outer garment and openly look Qin Chuan in the eye in front of everyone yesterday...

Holding the paper in his hand, his fingertips trembled slightly. He wanted to look away but couldn't. He pursed his lips again and again, but couldn't utter a single word.

Qin Chuan waited a moment, and seeing her expression, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Say something!"

Little Peach Blossom took a deep breath, then another. The blush on her face didn't fade; instead, it deepened.

She lowered her eyes and said in a barely audible voice, "The erotic paintings that Master drew... are naturally excellent."

Qin Chuan was stunned.

He blinked, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Little Peach Blossom thought he hadn't heard her clearly, so she raised her voice slightly, but still didn't dare to lift her head: "Erotic paintings... Master, you painted them so well, that... that part is especially realistic..."

Qin Chuan froze.

He looked down at the sketch in his hand.

The woman sat sideways, one hand on her hip and the other hanging down on her knee.

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The only issues are that the neckline is a bit too low, the chest area is drawn too prominently, and the waist is too fitted...

But these are portraits! They're advertisements for a gambling den! How did they become pornographic?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to explain, but seeing the blush on Xiao Taohua's face, which clearly showed a hint of shyness, yet also a look of "I didn't expect the master to be this kind of person," he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

Fine.

Erotic pictures are erotic pictures.

As long as it achieves the desired promotional effect, that's fine.

Qin Chuan dismissed Xiao Taohua and called in another person.

......

About half an hour later,

As Qin Chuan handed the third sketch to Xiao Xinghua...

The system notification sounded immediately afterward.

[Professional requirements met, entry into the world of illustrators]

Qin Chuan also looked at the panel.

Occupation: Illustrator

[Level: lv1 (0/100)]

[Professional Skill: Lifelike]

【Lifelike (Passive): Enhances control during the drawing process, increasing the realism and detail of the artwork】

Looking at this skill description,

Qin Chuan also roughly understood its effects.

This professional skill isn't meant to make him an artist; it's meant to make him a human camera.

The skill lies in its ability to depict likeness, realism, and minute detail.

Realism might seem a bit vulgar to scholars and literati, who value atmosphere and spirit.

But for Qin Chuan, it was a great help, since his paintings were not about elegance, but about popular appeal.

As you begin your journey into the profession of [Illustrator]

Looking at the world Qin Chuan depicted in his writing, I suddenly felt many emotions I had never experienced before.

Form, proportion, light and shadow...

He thought about the three sketches he had just drawn.

He thought it was pretty good before; the big parts were big, the small parts were small, it looked pleasing to the eye, and there weren't any major problems.

But now, looking at it again, it just doesn't look right to me.

The people in that painting lacked too much detail; they were flat, and although they were large and deep, they lacked that round, fleshy feel.

If we refine the shape a bit more, soften the rounded parts, and deepen the shadows...

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

He simply couldn't believe that people in ancient times, who had to read comic books on their wedding night, could resist such temptation.

Since my drawing skills have improved significantly...

Qin Chuan also planned to discard the previous three drawings and start drawing them all again.

He called to the little apricot blossom that was about to leave, making her stop and change to her favorite pose, while he started drawing again.

A few quarters of an hour later,

Qin Chuan then completed his first painting after entering the profession.

Although drawing requires more detail, efficiency also improves significantly after becoming a professional.

All things considered, the time was significantly faster and the quality was greatly improved.

He glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, peeled the painting off the paper, and turned to hand it to Xiaoxinghua.

"Come on, let's see how it goes this time."

Little Apricot Blossom took the painting and looked down at it.

"This...this," Xiao Xinghua's eyes widened suddenly.

She brought the painting closer and then further away, going back and forth several times, before finally looking up at Qin Chuan: "Sir, I've never seen such a realistic painting in my entire life. I've had portraits painted for customers before, but those were, how should I put it, just looking like that person. But this one of yours, it feels like the person is imprinted in the painting."

"Alright," Qin Chuan snatched the painting back from her hand. "Stop looking at it. It's only half finished and hasn't been colored yet. Go call Little Peach Blossom over, and I'll paint another one."

......

After working for quite some time, Qin Chuan finally finished drawing all eight figures.

Then he took out the paints that Sister Wu had bought and carefully colored each painting.

Rouge on the lips, malachite green on the skirt, ochre on the skin, and a touch of light ink to create shadows, highlighting fullness.

The colors are not complicated, but they are just right.

Where the ink should be rich, it should be rich; where it should be vibrant, it should be vibrant. On the paper, it looks like a living person has been flattened and pasted in.

After everything was done,

Qin Chuan took two steps back, laid the eight paintings side by side on the table, tilted his head to examine them, and nodded in satisfaction.

To be honest, it has a bit of a Korean comic uncut version feel to it!

Of course, nobody knows what Korean comics are these days.

In the parlance of this era, it would be something like, "The erotic art doesn't enter the palace, yet it's more alluring than the erotic art itself."

The women in the painting are either leaning or sitting, laughing or fuming. Their collars are opened just right, their figures are tightly bound, and every undulation is richly colored, without any attempt to conceal them.

What you should see can be seen at a glance, and what you shouldn't see can be seen seven or eight parts of the way, but it is the remaining one or two parts that are most tantalizing.

Qin Chuan picked up the stack of paintings and left the house.

Sister Wu was chatting and laughing with a few girls next door when she saw him come down, and she quickly stood up.

Qin Chuan spread the painting out on the table.

The room fell silent instantly.

Sister Wu's smile froze on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the painting. Her lips moved a few times, but she couldn't utter a single word.

The girls next to them were even more exaggerated. Little Peach Blossom scattered the things in her hands all over the ground, Little Apricot Blossom covered her mouth, and the girl standing on the far side exclaimed "Ah!" and then quickly covered her mouth, her face turning bright red.

Sister Wu was the first to come to her senses, but her first reaction wasn't to praise the painting. Instead, she lowered her voice and said, "My dear little darling! How can you display erotic pictures in the open? If the officials see this, our brothel will be finished!"

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Sister Wu, this isn't an erotic picture; it's a propaganda poster."

"Promotion...what?" Sister Wu didn't understand the word, but that didn't stop her from understanding the meaning of the painting.

She took a deep breath and glanced down at the painting closest to her.

The girl in the painting is Xiao Taohua from her apartment building, but her chest, her waist, her eyes...

Even Sister Wu herself felt embarrassed after seeing it, let alone the men.

"If this were posted out, wouldn't those men go crazy?"

Qin Chuan had been waiting for these words, and replied, "Going crazy is the right thing to do. If you weren't crazy, why would you come to our gambling den?"

Standing there, looking at Qin Chuan's calm and composed demeanor, Sister Wu's initial unease turned into admiration.

She had spent twenty years in brothels and had seen countless ways to solicit customers: singing, playing instruments, showing off thighs, and throwing seductive glances.

But she had never seen anything like it before.

Without real people or music, just a few paintings can clearly depict the thoughts in a man's heart.

Little Peach Blossom squeezed in, her face flushed, and tugged at Qin Chuan's sleeve: "Master, my painting... could I take a look at it first?"

Qin Chuan handed it over, and Xiao Taohua took it, glanced at it, and then cried out "Ouch!" and covered her face. But she kept her fingers wide open, peeking out with her eyes through the gaps. After glancing at it, she cried out "Ouch!" again, tucked the painting to her chest, stomped her feet, and ran away.

A group of girls burst into laughter and chased after her.