woke up!
Yang Zhen is awake!
When Yang Zhen opened his eyes, everyone was taken aback. Even Great Master Su instinctively grabbed Tian Rou's hand, his expression revealing disbelief.
"Impossible! Yang Zhen woke up in less than a quarter of an hour. Could it be that he gave up on comprehending the Cloud Terrace?"
"Give up?" Tian Rou's face paled, and she shook her head. "No, Brother Yang Zhen isn't the type to give up so easily."
Seeing the determination in Tian Rou's eyes, Great Master Su was stunned and turned to look at her in surprise.
Gan Bailin laughed loudly and slammed his hands on the chopping board with a bang. Instantly, a surge of extraordinary Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions erupted and condensed in mid-air. The Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Forest Painting became even more violent, and the surging waves of energy rushed towards Yang Zhen.
"Now you're thinking of resisting? It's too late!" Gan Bailin sneered, staring into Yang Zhen's eyes. "Putting aside the fact that you only have the Void Refinement Realm Refining stage, even if you use your True Essence to fight against the Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, you can't withstand it. Even if you could resist, you're destined to lose!"
Gan Bailin roared, his voice ringing out. "In this contest of Literary Talent Qi, if you use anything other than Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, you lose!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat!
Gan Bailin had already finished painting, but Yang Zhen hadn't even picked up a brush. At this point, anyone else would have to rely on their True Essence to withstand the attack, and there wouldn't be enough time to continue painting!
Just as Gan Bailin said, once Yang Zhen uses his True Essence, Yang Zhen will have already lost the match!
Everyone stared at Yang Zhen with suspicion. Great Master Su and Tian Rou clenched their hands tighter and tighter. Although the two of them didn't care much about the competition between Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin, at this moment, the competition between the two had clearly reached its most critical moment!
Nobody had a good chance of succeeding with Yang Zhen!
In this situation, Yang Zhen is almost certain to lose!
However, at that moment, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up, his clothes fluttering, his aura overwhelming.
Upon seeing the aura that Yang Zhen unleashed, everyone gasped in surprise and were startled.
"Who said..." Yang Zhen smiled slightly, looking at the tiger roaring in the forest in mid-air, the terrifying tiger lifelike and ferocious, and continued, "Who said you have to use True Essence to fight it?"
"What?" Gan Bailin was shocked, his expression turning grim.
The next moment, Gan Bailin's expression changed drastically, and he screamed, "No, this is impossible!"
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, and with a casual wave of his hand, a monstrous burst of dark golden runes erupted, instantly becoming overwhelming and blotting out the sky. The dark golden runes paused in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly converged towards the sky in front of Yang Zhen.
A figure dressed as a martial artist gradually materialized, lifelike and vivid, almost indistinguishable from True Person, only taller.
"A dark gold Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions!" Great Master Su exclaimed, a rare display of surprise and disbelief.
"What!" Everyone was taken aback and instinctively took two steps back.
"They coalesced into... people?"
"Impossible! How could Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions condense into a primate human? This... this can't be Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions!"
Tian Rou's eyes suddenly lit up with a burst of wild joy. She grabbed Great Master Su's hand and said, " Star Literary Talent Qi! This is Star Literary Talent Qi, isn't it, sister?"
Great Master Su looked bewildered, subconsciously nodding and muttering to herself, " Star Literary Talent Qi... In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhen actually comprehended the Cloud Terrace, connecting with heaven and earth and the stars, and mastered the Star Literary Talent Qi. What... what kind of talent and fortune is this?"
Amidst everyone's astonished and uncertain expressions, the shirtless, inscribed figure in mid-air suddenly widened its eyes, roared, and with a wave of its right hand, a long staff instantly materialized, charging wildly towards the fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead that was pouncing from mid-air.
The fierce tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead, upon seeing the middle-aged man formed from the Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, actually showed a look of horror and turned to run away!
"No!" Gan Bailin staggered backward, staring incredulously at the middle-aged man whose dark golden Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions had materialized in mid-air. His expression twisted with rage as he roared, "Impossible! How can someone create art out of thin air? You... what kind of technique is this?"
Yang Zhen glanced at the middle-aged man in mid-air, a look of reminiscence on his face, and murmured to himself, "Go, Wu Erlang!"
roar--!
With a roar, Wu Erlang leaped onto the back of the fierce tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead, unleashing a flurry of punches. His movements were wild and elegant, incredibly stylish!
Yang Zhen laughed heartily and said, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! This is the true Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, connecting the stars and the heavens, linking all realms!"
As he spoke, Yang Zhen glanced at Gan Bailin, a half-smile on his face. With a casual wave of his hand, a burly man with a black face, spiky hair, and a full black beard suddenly materialized in mid-air. His eyes widened, and he roared, his voice deafening. He also leaped into the air and charged towards the fierce tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead.
Yang Zhen raised an eyebrow and said to Gan Bailin, "Damn it, my Brother Kui is here! This one's even fiercer, he took on a whole den of tigers all by himself! Come on, draw a few more, or we won't have enough to fight!"
boom--!
Wu Erlang punched the tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead right in the buttocks. The tiger howled and turned to bite, but the burly black man, Brother Kui, grabbed its head and swung it around, throwing it at Wu Erlang.
boom--!
Two more punches landed on the tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead. The tiger let out a mournful howl and dissipated into the air.
Yang Zhen was taken aback, then turned to Gan Bailin and said somewhat anxiously, "Oh my god, sorry, those two guys were too fierce, I accidentally killed them. How about... you draw two more, just two will do!"
The surrounding crowd stared in disbelief, their lips twitching as they heard Yang Zhen's words.
Damn it, could you be any more shameless?
Gan Bailin finally managed to draw a fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, he was exhausted and practically a grandson, and you two big men trampled him to death, yet you're still not satisfied, you want Gan Bailin to draw two more?
puff!
Gan Bailin coughed up a mouthful of blood, partly from the backlash of the destroyed Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, but mostly from being angered by Yang Zhen's smug appearance.
" Yang Zhen, don't push your luck!"
Yang Zhen curled his lip, looking bored, and turned to walk down from the Cloud Terrace. He said listlessly, "Damn it, weren't you jumping around a bit? This ' Sage of Saunter' thought you were prepared to be humiliated, but you're actually so weak!"
So... it's that weak?
Gan Bailin trembled violently, his face flushed red, and his expression turned ferocious. He roared as if he were insane, and a terrifying burst of True Essence suddenly erupted from his body. With a roar, he charged towards Yang Zhen.
"Young Master Yang, be careful!" Great Master Su exclaimed, hurriedly reminding Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen winked at Great Master Su, then without turning his head, casually waved his hand. Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the two burly men who were standing there dumbfounded, and they rushed towards Gan Bailin.
"No, you... what are you going to do... ah!"
A series of heart-wrenching screams rang out as two burly men swung their fists, each the size of a sandbag, and unleashed a furious barrage of blows on Gan Bailin!
A moment later, Gan Bailin lay on the ground like a dead dog, howling incessantly, unable even to lift his head to glare at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen waved at Gan Bailin from afar and said, "Brother, next time you're showing off, choose your target carefully. It's been so long, and you still haven't realized that this ' Sage of Saunter ' doesn't take you seriously at all, yet you've been shouting on the sidelines. Aren't you tired?"
puff!
Gan Bailin coughed up another mouthful of blood, his head lolling to the side in a daze, his eyes unfocused, muttering to himself, "Impossible, impossible, I am the chosen one, hahaha, I, Gan Bailin, am Gan Bailin!"
"Oh no! Young Master Gan has gone mad!"
"No, I'm not crazy. I, Gan Bailin, am the chosen one of Heaven. How could I possibly go crazy? You... you unruly commoners, do you really want this Son of Heaven to go insane?"
Everyone shook their heads, their faces full of regret, but not a single person showed any pity.
Great Master Su gracefully approached Yang Zhen, her head bowed in shyness. She then looked up at Yang Zhen and asked, "Young Master Yang, would you mind coming to my humble abode for a chat?"
What?
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, especially the Blood Qi male cultivators, who all turned their gazes toward Yang Zhen. If looks could kill, Yang Zhen would probably be dead a hundred times over by now!
Set aside?
Great Master Su actually invited Yang Zhen to her home alone?