Everyone stared at Yang Zhen with expressions of astonishment and uncertainty, their faces displaying extremely strange looks.
In this situation, Yang Zhen disobeyed Palace Master Liu's wishes and broke Ning Wuque's plan, only to walk right into it himself. Was he really stupid?
Even Palace Master Liu was taken aback, not expecting Yang Zhen to say such a thing. She laughed heartily and exclaimed, "Good! You have spirit! As expected of someone from my Spirit Learning Palace!"
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Palace Master Liu's words meant that he would no longer interfere in the matter and would let Yang Zhen and Ning Wuque handle it themselves.
Of the more than two thousand people, only Ning Wuque was the happiest. A smug smile flashed across his face as he took out an even better gift. How should he present it?
Besides the legendary Mountains and Rivers Painting, what other treasures of Literary Talent Qi can compare to the Half-Mountain Painting?
The old palace master looked at Yang Zhen with great interest, clearly admiring Yang Zhen spirit and courage. She said, "Even this old lady has heard of young friend Yang's spicy hot pot. Just this one dish alone makes this old lady very pleased."
Hearing this, everyone was taken aback again, and this time their gazes toward Yang Zhen were filled with deep envy.
Yang Zhen stood alone on the stage, not only winning the favor of both Spirit Maiden Hua and Spirit Maiden Mo, but also gaining the approval of both Palace Master Liu and the old Palace Master. Such treatment was almost unparalleled among those present.
In comparison, Ning Wuque's level of attention became almost insignificant compared to Yang Zhen's, which made everyone feel unreal.
Hua Youyue and Mo Xueling exchanged a glance, both looking at Yang Zhen with some surprise.
Mo Xueling, in particular, said with a sour look, "This guy seems to be the center of attention wherever he goes."
Hua Youyue smiled but didn't say anything; her gaze toward Yang Zhen only hardened.
At this moment, Ning Wuque, whose expression had been gloomy and uncertain, suddenly laughed. He deftly fanned himself with his feather fan and stared at Yang Zhen, saying, "The old palace master has always admired calligraphy. I presume the gift Brother Yang is about to present is also related to the Way of Literary Qi?"
Everyone stared at Ning Wuque in astonishment, even the hot-tempered Hu Tao cursed, "That bastard Ning Wuque, he's shameless!"
Asking a cook to produce a congratulatory gift related to Literary Qi was practically asking the impossible. Everyone looked at Ning Wuque with disdain, their previous amazement completely gone.
Ning Wuque ignored the questions and disdain around him, only smiling sinisterly as he stared at Yang Zhen, seemingly certain that Yang Zhen was completely under his control.
The Third Lotus Seat of the North Maiden Academy frowned, sighed, and said, " Wuque's temperament is insufficient. After returning to the North Maiden Academy this time, he will be confined in the underground cave for three years!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the North Maiden Academy changed their expressions.
What kind of place is a cave?
That's practically uninhabitable.
However, the fact that things have developed to this point cannot be entirely Ning Wuque. He is now in a difficult situation, and even if it means mutual destruction, he cannot let Yang Zhen steal the limelight.
Moreover, the vast majority of people present believed that Yang Zhen was simply unable to produce a Literary Talent Qi treasure comparable to the Half-Mountain Painting.
Although Ning Wuque was shameless, he had already driven Yang Zhen to the brink of despair!
Faced with this situation, Yang Zhen had almost no chance of winning; he was destined to lose face today.
At this moment, Third Lotus Seat suddenly took a deep breath, stepped forward, stared at Yang Zhen, and said in a deep voice, "Young friend Yang, you have quite the nerve to say that my North Maiden Academy just throws out some junk. The Half-Mountain Painting may be incomplete, but even incomplete, it is still a rare treasure of Literary Talent Qi. If placed elsewhere, it would definitely cause a sensation, no different from a perfect piece."
"Since Young Friend Yang considers this to be junk, then where in the world is there anything that isn't junk? Or perhaps... Young Friend Yang intends to personally create a rare Literary Talent Qi treasure that isn't junk, as a congratulatory gift for the Old Palace Master?"
Upon hearing the words of the Third Lotus Seat, everyone present gasped again, staring at the North Maiden Academy in astonishment.
This time, even the old palace master showed displeasure, staring intently at the Third Lotus Seat, his smile growing even deeper.
Ning Wuque, on the other hand, was overjoyed and looked at the Third Lotus Seat with gratitude, almost bowing to accept the greeting on the spot.
"What? When did Yang Dingtian say he would personally create a piece of calligraphy?"
"What a joke! Even if Yang Dingtian were just a cook at the Void Refinement Realm, or even a great literary talent at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he couldn't possibly create a secret treasure comparable to the Half-Mountain Painting. Isn't this asking the impossible?"
"As expected, experience counts; the Third Lotus Seat's words immediately put Yang Zhen in a corner with no way out."
Among the crowd, Mo Xueling and Hua Youyue's expressions changed, and they stared intently at the Third Lotus Seat.
A flash of anger crossed Mo Xueling's phoenix eyes as she whispered, " Ning Wuque is one thing, but now even the Third Lotus Seat is targeting Yang Zhen. Has the North Maiden Academy Courtyard lost all sense of shame?"
The old woman from Ink Pool Peak coughed heavily and gave Mo Xueling a meaningful look.
Mo Xueling paused, hesitated, then gave a soft snort and turned her head away.
Hua Youyue shook her head, as if talking to herself. "Even knowing it will give people something to talk about, the Third Lotus Seat has no choice but to do this. The North Maiden Academy can force Yang Zhen into a dilemma and make him lose face, but it absolutely cannot fail!"
"Why should I?" Mo Xueling said angrily.
Hua Youyue chuckled softly, looking at Yang Zhen and muttering to herself, "What will you do this time?"
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with suspicion and uncertainty. Not only Yang Zhen, but even the unrelated people frowned, clearly helpless in the face of this situation.
To everyone's astonishment, Yang Zhen showed no sign of panic; instead, the smile on his lips grew increasingly serious.
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Yang Zhen suddenly said to the Third Lotus Seat and Ning Wuque, "It is said that Master is a man of great integrity and righteousness, but now I, Yang Dingtian, see a group of hypocritical successors. You have completely disgraced Master."
"You bastard!"
The Third Lotus Seat were filled with rage, and a terrifying surge of Literary Talent Qi erupted from their bodies with a loud boom, covering the sky and the sun like a raging sea!
Faced with this situation, everyone's expression changed. Amidst gasps of horror, they retreated, staring in shock at the unimaginable scene before them.
Yang Zhen actually managed to completely enrage a powerful being in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, which was practically tantamount to courting death.
Moreover, if Yang Zhen loses all face today and offends the North Maiden Academy in this way, even the Spirit Learning Palace cannot save Yang Zhen's life.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, unable to understand why he would do such a thing, so arrogantly and recklessly.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Zhen remained unfazed by the terrifying pressure of Yang Zhen's Literary Talent Qi, and said with a smile, "You're right. Today, this Sage of Saunter will show you what true literary and military prowess is."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen walked to the table displaying Literary Talent Qi literary treasures, glanced sideways at Third Lotus Seat and Ning Wuque, and said, "Do you two think this ' Sage of Saunter ' is insulting you?"
Yang Zhen, holding the wolf-hair brush, laughed heartily, his robes billowing in the wind. He dipped the brush into the ink, making it saturate, and stared at the two, saying, "The lotus seat of the North Maiden Academy, is it? And there's another genius who surpasses his master. You wouldn't even recognize a few words I, the ' Sage of Saunter,' would you believe?"
"What a joke!" Ning Wuque sneered repeatedly. Hearing that Yang Zhen was really going to write a piece of calligraphy in front of everyone, Ning Wuque felt relieved.
Under such circumstances, how could Yang Zhen possibly win? Let alone writing a few words, even if it were a thousand or ten thousand, as long as they were characters, how could he not recognize them?
Swish, swish, swish!
With lightning speed, Yang Zhen wrote eight large characters on the paper in one go, without pausing, leaving everyone astonished.
No one expected that Yang Zhen would actually dare to write calligraphy in public, and that he did so quickly and steadily.
Clearly, Yang Zhen intended to dedicate this character to the old palace master.
Everyone held their breath and craned their necks to look at the words Yang Zhen had written, only to be completely dumbfounded.
Eight large characters appeared before everyone. Ning Wuque's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Catch a toad, squeeze out its pee?"
"You scoundrel, Yang Dingtian, how dare you write such absurd words as a gift to the old palace master?"
Upon hearing Ning Wuque's words, everyone present changed their expressions, staring at Yang Zhen with utter bewilderment.
Damn it, you could at least draw a few words, it's for the old palace master's birthday celebration, and you actually wrote... wrote such vulgar words?