Rumble!
Sea Pavilion, celestial phenomena were frequent: a Fat Tiger roared across the heavens, and a pheasant crowed to the sky.
The terrifying Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions raged wildly, and amidst the swirling winds and clouds, a series of sounds, like Heavenly Sound Grand Chant, resounded. Everyone was shocked, looking up at the sky, dumbfounded.
Two of the most precious paintings in the Sea Pavilion!
These words flashed through everyone's minds almost simultaneously, striking them like a thunderbolt, causing them to tremble violently.
Sun Yushi coughed up blood, sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, staring blankly at the terrifying scene in mid-air entirely formed from Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions. He would cough up blood intermittently, then cough up more blood, then cough up more blood, then...
Ji Shulin was equally shocked, staring in disbelief at the sky, his eyes wide and unable to look away for a long time. Suddenly, he roared:
"Quick! Quick! This is a great opportunity! Everyone, hurry and comprehend the aura of the Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions within! This is your destiny, this is the destiny of the entire East Sea coast! How much you can comprehend depends on your fortuitous opportunity!"
After saying that, Ji Shulin sat down with a thud. Because he had unknowingly taken two steps forward, he didn't sit on the stool and instead plopped down on the ground. However, he felt as comfortable as if he were sitting in a warm and fragrant tent, and didn't care at all. He quickly closed his eyes and began to comprehend.
He was just a little short of condensing the inscription. This was his lifelong dream. Even if he had to sit on a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, or even burn his buttocks, he would not waste this incredible opportunity.
With such terrifying Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, if this continues for a longer period, Ji Shulin will definitely be able to successfully condense the inscriptions.
So he became the second, no, the third person on the entire coast of the East Sea to condense an inscription. The second was Yang Zhen, who was such a young boy!
On the shore of a boundless island in the East Sea, an old man was bending over to observe the seawater, occasionally picking up a handful of seawater, tasting it on his tongue, and then spitting it out with a frown.
Suddenly, the old man shuddered, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
It's happened again!
boom!
The old man unleashed a torrent of Literary Qi, with countless inscriptions blotting out the sky. He surged toward the shores of the East Sea like a storm, moving with lightning speed.
Everyone on the island looked up. Those with weaker abilities saw a massive, overwhelming storm, while the stronger ones were horrified and exclaimed, "That's... Master?"
"This... this... Why are you in such a hurry, sir? Could it be that the ruins have really appeared on Turtle-Snake Island?"
"It shouldn't be. If it happened on Turtle-Snake Island, sir wouldn't have helped us leave like this."
"Such speed is something we could never achieve in our entire lives. What earth-shattering event could have caused you to unleash such terrifying speed, sir?"
"You look like you're in a real hurry!"
The thunderous, violent inscriptions flashed by and disappeared into the air, leaving behind only a series of celestial phenomena resembling a storm.
The entire Turtle-Snake Island was shocked, and all sorts of speculations came one after another. Everyone was wondering what the gentleman was up to, that he could unleash such terrifying speed with the body of an old man.
At this speed, only a cultivator as powerful as you, sir, could withstand it. If it were an ordinary old man, he would have been torn to shreds by the terrifying gale long ago.
On the shore of the East Sea, at the Sea Pavilion, everyone who heard Ji Shulin's words hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the image of a ferocious tiger and a short-winged bird in mid-air, their faces full of piety, like diligent students.
Even Hua Youyue stared thoughtfully at the sky, her horror growing stronger.
The Elder Yao, who had been silent for a long time, also looked horrified. He glanced at Yang Zhen meaningfully, then sat down on the ground to begin his comprehension.
Yang Zhen was dumbfounded. He never expected someone to put on such a show. He tugged at Hua Youyue's sleeve and whispered, "Come on, little girl, let's go!"
"Leave?" Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhen with a puzzled expression and asked, "With what you've done, you're sure to attract the master's attention. He might even be on his way and take you as his personal disciple. Why... why do you want to leave?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen's expression changed. He quickly withdrew the Literary Talent Qi of talent emanating from his body, transforming into an ordinary cultivator, and pulled Hua Youyue away.
That's precisely why we need to leave here as soon as possible.
"Why?" Hua Youyue's hesitation deepened, but she did not insist. Instead, she followed Yang Zhen and the other person stealthily outside.
Why?
Yang Zhen curled his lip. He had no desire to follow an old scholar around, spending his days poring over classical texts. He was a man destined to become the Pirate King, and before he could even stir up the entire East Sea Blue, how could he become someone else's disciple?
Besides, with his mediocre writing and painting skills, he can only borrow popular classic works from the blue planet to fill a facade. What if he were to reveal his true colors in front of the teacher? Would he still have any face left?
Isn't our face something we should be concerned about?
We have to go!
At this moment, this man was more terrifying to Yang Zhen than the swine fever, and naturally, he wanted to avoid him at all costs.
Yang Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief after the two had been far away from the Sea Pavilion. Hua Youyue looked at the relieved Yang Zhen with a strange expression, increasingly confused. Just as she was about to ask, her expression suddenly changed.
Just in front of them, an old man came rushing towards them, startling them.
Yang Zhen looked at the newcomer with a look of surprise and uncertainty, his heart skipped a beat.
The old man's aura was rather frightening, especially his terrifying Literary Qi, which was almost as unfathomable as a vast ocean. Just one glance made Yang Zhen feel as if he were deeply immersed in it.
I could guess who this old man is even with my toes!
Yang Zhen hurriedly looked down, but suddenly saw the old man brake suddenly in mid-air. Yang Zhen could even imagine the screeching sound of the old man's brakes.
Seeing this out of the corner of his eye, Yang Zhen was shocked. This old man was quite something; he had hidden himself so well, yet he had still been recognized?
That shouldn't be the case. Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions wasn't actually something he came up with on his own; rather, it was inspired by the classic masterpiece, the Tao Te Ching.
Although in this world, the Tao Te Ching is a work of Literary Talent Qi that was predetermined by the rules of heaven and earth for Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen can hide it at will, unlike others who can be roughly sensed even if they do not reveal it.
Even the old man in the sky could sense it, which greatly surprised Yang Zhen.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to grab Hua Youyue and turn to run, Hua Youyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed, "Sir!"
Buzz!
The aura of heaven and earth suddenly subsided, and the energy slowly descended in front of the two.
The old man looked like a scholar, and must have been a learned man in his youth. Even at his age, he still exuded a refined and composed air. However, he seemed somewhat doubtful at this moment, glancing at Yang Zhen and then at Hua Youyue.
"Young lady from the Hua Household, have you two come from the Sea Pavilion?"
Thank goodness, it seems the old man is only suspicious and hasn't confirmed it yet. Yang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Hua Youyue looked respectful and was about to answer when Yang Zhen chuckled and hurriedly said, "No, no, fellow villager, we're from Raging Fire City and are heading to Donglin Island, but we're a bit lost. Do you know the way to Donglin Island?"
Hua Youyue shuddered, her expression turning strange as she stared at Yang Zhen, speechless.
Fellow villager...
This is a term of address that only exists in the lives of ordinary people, yet Yang Zhen used it to address "sir"?
The man looked equally bewildered, pointing to himself. "Are you talking about me?"