you're good?
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Hua Youyue's expression changed. Ignoring the gazes of others, she whispered in Yang Zhen's ear, " Yang Zhen, don't act recklessly. Offending Sun Yushi is one thing, but if you offend Elder Ji, even Long Moon Pavilion and the Hua Household won't be able to protect you."
The gentleman's prestige throughout the entire East Sea coast is so great that almost no one dares to offend him here. Even those who are related to him are highly respected, so no one would be willing to offend him easily.
Elder Ji glanced at Yang Zhen, a knowing look appearing in his eyes. He understood that this was merely a personal grudge between Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen, and nodded, saying, "Learning is about questioning, and questioning leads to debate. Without debate, one cannot stand. Young friend Yang, there's no need to feel too much pressure. Consider this a friendly exchange for mutual improvement."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed again, and they looked at Yang Zhen with strange looks. Hua Youyue's face turned pale, knowing that it was no use saying anything this time.
Elder Ji's words clearly showed that Yang Zhen had no Literary Talent Qi whatsoever. How could such a person compete with Sun Yushi, who had condensed four streams of Literary Brilliance and was capable of forming a physical form?
Sun Yushi was clearly using this competition to humiliate Yang Zhen, to make Yang Zhen lose face in front of many cultivators, and most importantly, to make Sun Yushi Yang Zhen unable to hold his head high in front of Elder Ji.
Hua Youyue looked somewhat displeased. She glanced at Elder Ji, and although she dared not contradict or refuse, she was still dissatisfied. However, the difference in their status was too great, so she could not say it outright. Her face already showed concern for Yang Zhen.
Bian Liang, a man of such talent, actually lost his mind under the powerful pressure of Sun Yushi, and there is no possibility of him condensing the fourth Literary Brilliance. If Yang Zhen cannot bear today's humiliation, he will probably have no achievements in Writing as a Vehicle for the Dao, and from then on he can only cultivate steadily. He may even leave behind the seeds of Heart Demon.
Everyone began to look at Yang Zhen with pity, amazement, and some even gloated.
" Yang Zhen brought this upon himself. Of all people to offend, he had to offend Sun Yushi. Now he's in a bind, what should he do?"
"What can I do? If I were Yang Zhen, I would simply admit defeat and apologize. Maybe Sun Yushi would forgive me. At most, I'd be humiliated, which is better than leaving Heart Demon."
"How could that be? Given Young Master Sun's personality, how could he let Yang Zhen off so easily?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, all waiting for Yang Zhen's reaction. Curiosity was piqued, and there was a sliver of hope that Yang Zhen would do something, but how could that be possible?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yang Zhen looked at Elder Ji with a mixture of surprise and disappointment, then shook his head and sighed, saying:
"The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. There are three thousand great paths, each with its own function. Literature should be used to educate people, to enlighten the young, and to guide adults in their conduct. But you have turned things upside down and used it for fighting and violence. What a pity! What a pity! Is there really no one in this vast world who can understand me?"
Wow!
Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked, staring blankly at Yang Zhen with expressions of horror and disbelief in their eyes.
Yang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, took a deep look at Elder Ji, looked up at the sky, sighed endlessly, and revealed a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Hua Youyue was shocked. She looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief. Her deep, pool-like eyes were filled with shock. She covered her mouth and stared wide-eyed at Yang Zhen, who stood with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, Yang Zhen was no longer the carefree person he once was; his profound aura made people feel ashamed.
Especially after hearing Yang Zhen's words of warning, even Elder Ji was shocked. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his gaze toward Yang Zhen suddenly burst forth with golden light. After looking him up and down, he became even more suspicious and uncertain.
Sun Yushi staggered back two steps, his face pale as he stared at Yang Zhen with a look of horror and shock. Then, gritting his teeth, he pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "This is utter nonsense! Literature is something for cultivators to Tongxuan, not something as serious as you make it out to be. You call yourself the leader of the Four Great Wutuo Gang, yet you don't even have the courage to compete. You're just spouting nonsense here, misleading the world!"
The surrounding crowd gasped, watching in horror the open and covert struggle between the two.
A surge of immense Literary Qi erupted from Sun Yushi, condensing into four Literary Brilliance in mid-air. Shining brightly, they resembled a ferocious beast, surging wildly towards Yang Zhen.
A powerful pressure arose out of nowhere, and Bian Liang, who was looking dejected in the crowd, trembled and looked at Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen in horror.
If this terrifying pressure from Literary Brilliance were to strike him, he would likely be severely injured, even if he didn't die. He never expected Sun Yushi to be so ruthless, wanting to kill Yang Zhen in one fell swoop.
Hua Youyue exclaimed in surprise, and was about to help Yang Zhen when she saw Yang Zhen casually glance at the air and see that the Literary Brilliance that Sun Yushi had conjured had disappeared.
"Impossible!" Sun Yushi's face paled in horror, and he collapsed to the ground, staring at Yang Zhen in shock. "You... what did you do to me? You clearly have no Literary Talent Qi whatsoever, how could you..."
At this point, Sun Yushi's expression changed drastically; he realized he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to take it back.
Everyone rebuked him, revealing that Sun Yushi had never intended to let Yang Zhen off the hook from the beginning. Even though he thought Yang Zhen was just an ordinary cultivator with no literary talent, he had no intention of making things easy for Yang Zhen.
But just like Sun Yushi, everyone present looked at Yang Zhen with blank expressions. As Sun Yushi said, Yang Zhen didn't have even the slightest fluctuation of Literary Qi. How could he have broken through Sun Yushi's four Literary Brilliance at a glance?
Yang Zhen was secretly delighted. Damn it, this act was so incredibly satisfying! Everyone around him was dumbfounded, even the old man who had been aiding and abetting the evildoer looked on in disbelief.
Cool!
That was awesome!
If Sun Yushi were to fight him using True Essence martial arts, Yang Zhen might find himself in a sorry state. After all, Sun Yushi was Nascent Soul Realm, and it might be quite difficult for Yang Zhen, a fat Golden Core cultivator, to defeat him.
But Sun Yushi, of all people, insisted on suppressing him in terms of Literary Qi; this was tantamount to courting death, and he had absolutely no hope of winning.
Although Sun Yushi was naturally intelligent and had condensed four streams of Literary Brilliance at a young age, even if he had nine streams of Literary Brilliance, he would still be kneeling before Yang Zhen without transforming them into Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions.
Yang Zhen glanced at Sun Yushi and said, "You're wrong. You... you all went down the wrong path from the very beginning. Writing as a Vehicle for the Dao, not to be done like this!"
boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying burst of Literary Talent Qi erupted from Yang Zhen's body, forming a whirlwind around him that sent everyone staggering about, their expressions filled with horror and terror.
Elder Ji's eyes widened suddenly, his breathing quickened, and he stared at Yang Zhen in shock, not even noticing that half of his beard had been blown off by the wind of his Literary Talent Qi.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yang Zhen walked up to Tian Rou, squatted down, picked up the ordinary wolf-hair brush that Tian Rou had dropped on the cutting board, and said with a smile, "Little girl, what are you drawing?"
Tian Rou's expression was the same as everyone else's, one of horror. Upon hearing this, her face turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Zhen. Her brother, who looked like a wild beast, wanted to glare at her again, but he cried out and covered his eyes, too horrified to glare at her any longer.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen, wondering what he was up to.
At this moment, Tian Rou suddenly raised her head, a sweet smile on her face, and softly replied, "Draw a dragon!"
Yang Zhen blinked. "But why isn't there a dragon head? Can I help you? I'm really good at drawing dragon heads."
"Kindness!"