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Mmm! The smile on Tian Ron’s face grew sweeter.

A puzzled Hua Youyue came to stand behind Yang Zhen, looking at him with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The more he interacted with Yang Zhen, the more mysteries seemed to appear around him. Like an unfathomable quagmire or an unknowable galaxy, Yang Zhen always had a way to shock him.

It seemed as if there wasn’t anything he couldn’t accomplish.

Upon hearing that Yang Zhen intended to draw a dragon head, everyone present was taken aback, their faces filled with skepticism as they turned to look at Sun Yushi.

Dragon and tiger mutually clash, painting a tiger was hard, carving a dragon even harder. Sun Yushi just finished a Roaring Tiger Mountain Forest Painting, and Yang Zhen wanted to draw a dragon head next. This slap stung Sun Yushi’s face like a raging fire!

Sun Yushi, surprised and doubtful, looked at Yang Zhen with disbelief and resentment in his eyes, his expression cold and hostile.

Elder Ji furrowed his brows as he looked at Yang Zhen, seemingly puzzled by his plan.

Every artwork had its unique style and effects. Without extremely profound insights, it was impossible to finish someone else’s incomplete work. Even Ji Shulin himself didn’t dare to casually finish a half-done work of someone else, let alone in this sort of circumstance, help a simple girl, without a good grasp ’ on her writing technique, finish hers using an ordinary brush.

Yang Zhen was running a grave risk, a risk that was almost impossible to succeed. A slip could cause him to turn a fine fur into a patchy mess and make him a laughing stock.

If Yang Zhen failed, he would invariably face backlash and criticism. For him, it was a move fraught with disadvantages and devoid of any benefits.

Elder Ji wanted to stop him, but in the end, he didn’t. Yang Zhen’s previous teachings had left him deeply offended. He was the most respected person present, yet Yang Zhen seemed to deliberately provoke him at every opportunity, leaving no room at all for his dignity.

A little lesson for Yang Zhen wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone present, Yang Zhen suddenly moved behind Tian Rou. He placed the wolf’s hair brush in Tian Rou’s right hand, while his other hand rested on hers, guiding the brush.

This… left everyone stunned.

Yang Zhen’s act was a hundred times more difficult than if he were to paint himself!

Ji Shuhn looked horrified. He didn’t care about Yang Zhen’s affront anymore and warned him, “Yang Zhen, stop your foolishness, or else your great talents will be squandered. How could you think of helping a little girl invigorate her literary prowess at such a tender age? You’re overestimating ourselves, daydreaming! Even the slightest mistake could lead to your ruin.”

What?

Everyone gasped in disbelief, unable to tear their eyes away from Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen actually wanted to help Tian Rou invigorate her writing prowess? This… was simply madness!

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen as if he were a madman. Hua Youyue was also taken aback. Biting his lip, he looked at Yang Zhen with a complex expression: “Yang Zhen, don’t be impulsive.”

Tian Rou showed a hint of panic on her face, and hurriedly said, “Big brother Yang Zhen, don’t…”

However, Yang Zhen laughed and said loudly, “Close your eyes, feel with your heart. I said, the path of literature is intended to enlighten people. Do you trust me?”

Tian Rou froze for a moment before answering Yang Zhen’s question with actions. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Zhen nodded in satisfaction. What did he care about a Sun Yushi, who won four literature awards with pride, or Ji Shulin, who made a name for himself by turning his literary talents into a dragon? In Yang Zhen’s eyes, none of these awe-mspiring people could compare to Tian Rou and Yan’er’s grasp of literature.

Before everyone’s eyes, Yang Zhen, with an easy smile on his face, dipped the brush onto the parchment. Guiding Tian Rou’s hand, they quickly drew something in front of the dragon’s neck – a crooked…faucet!

“What… what is this?”

The onlookers, who were all craning their necks to watch Yang Zhen paint, were all stunned. None of them could make out what he was drawing.

In the world they lived in, taps didn’t exist. Even if Yang Zhen was to explain, they wouldn’t understand. Besides, no matter how you looked at the crooked faucet, it’s just… too ugly.

A crooked line, lazily doodled, without any fine line detail, let alone light and shadows. Even a toddler could draw something better than Yang Zhen.

All of a sudden, a hysterical laugh filled the air. It was Sun Yushi. He laughed so hard that he was almost in tears. “Yang Zhen, is this your work? It’s utterly ridiculous! What is it? Tell me, what is it?”

Ji Shuhn, with no idea what was happening, watched the lifelike dragon having a crooked faucet on its body. His expression alternated between green and red. He sighed and looked somewhat disappointed. He had to take another look to suppress the urge to curse.

As Tian Rou was about to open her eyes, Yang Zhen stopped her and gently said, “The final stroke, feel it with your heart.”

Drawing a dragon naturally required a finishing touch. Holding Tian Rou’s hand, Yang Zhen added a droplet of water to the faucet, poised to drip but not yet fallen.

Sun Yushi’s laughter continued. He seemed to be greatly amused: “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. This level of artistic skill…”

Boom!

A wave of overwhelming literary energy surged from the desk in front of Yang Zhen and Tian Rou. It was terrifying, wild, and surged like a tidal wave.

Caught off guard, numerous people were swept away by the powerful stream. They fell flat-bottomed on the ground and sprang back up abruptly, staring incredulously at the scene before them.

Yang Zhen rose from his seat, while Tian Rou stayed seated, her pose unchanged.

Hum!

A stream of talent surged wildly from her, interweaving with the energy in the air.

“No… Impossible… This is a Cultivation of Talent… How… How is this possible?” Sun Yushi screamed, his face pale with shock as he watched the terrifying spectacle in mid-air.

Yang Zhen patted Sun Yushi’s shoulder and said, “Some things, just because you don’t want to believe it, doesn’t mean they won’t happen.”

Among the crowd, Bian Liang shuddered, looking at Yang Zhen with grateful eyes. These were the same words Sun Yushi had just said to him, which had caused a powerful mental shock to him. He didn’t expect Yang Zhen to return the words back to Sun Yushi in the same form.

Yang Zhen walked over to Bian Liang and asked with a smile, “Feeling better now?”

The gratitude in Bian Liang’s eyes deepened, and he made a fist-and-palm salute and said, “Thank you, Yang Zhen, for helping me overcome my inner demon. I have nothing to offer you in return…”

“No, no, no, you do have something to offer. Just give me all your crystals. I’m a good-hearted person, I don’t have a preference.”

Bian Liang:

Boom!

The sky and earth thundered. A stream of literary energy coalesced in mid-air and illuminated the whole Sea Tower.

“It worked, it really worked, it’s unbelievable!”

“But… What Yang Zhen drew… That dragon head?”

“What’s going on? Are you kidding me? That’s called a dragon head? And it can precipitate… I… I feel a deep malice from the heavens.”

Even now, everyone still didn’t understand what was happening. How could a strange thing drawn by Yang Zhen help a little girl with some talent but no cultivation to condense literary energy?

Boom!

Another stream of literary energy coalesced, making everyone jump.

“Two of them, there are two of them. Oh my god!”

“It looks like it’s not over yet?”

“Ah! What’s going on with the world? I… I’m going crazy!”

Boom, boom!

Two more streams of literary energy coalesced. Everyone’s necks stiffened as they robotically turned to look at Sun Yushi.

Sun Yushi collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.

Four! Sun Yushi had only managed to condense four streams of literary energy after exhausting his strength. What was happening with this little girl? Was this… a dream?

Boom!

Another heaven-shaking explosion sounded.

Five! God, she just started condensing literary energy and she has already formed five. How high is this girl’s talent?”

Incredible, absolutely incredible, it’s beyond imagination.”

Tian Rou shook herself awake, standing up with tears streaming down her face. She bowed to Yang Zhen in the disciple’s salute and said, “Brother Yang Zhen, thank you!”

Yang Zhen smiled and called over to Tian Rou, saying, “Come on, your brother will teach you a few more simple drawings!”

“What are simple drawings?”

“It’s just a casual sketch that captures the spirit… to put it simply, it’s just doodling!”

He had a strong will. He hadn’t collapsed yet..