In this situation, Yang Zhen did not follow Palace Master Liu's wishes and break Ning Wuque's plan, but instead rushed into it himself. Is he really stupid?

Even Palace Master Liu was stunned. He didn't expect Yang Zhen to say such a thing. He laughed and said, "Well, you are very courageous. You are worthy of being a member of the Spiritual Academy!"

Everyone's heart trembled. What Palace Master Liu meant by this was that he would no longer intervene in this matter, but let Yang Zhen and Ning Wuque solve it themselves.

Among the more than 2,000 people, only Ning Wuque was the happiest. A gloating smile flashed across his face. He took out a better gift. How could he take it? Apart from the legendary Mountain and River Map, what other treasure could be compared to the Half Mountain Map?

The old palace master looked at Yang Zhen with great interest. She obviously admired Yang Zhen's courage and bravery. She said, "Even this old lady has heard of Yang's spicy hot pot. Just this one thing makes this old lady very pleased."

Hearing this, everyone was surprised again, and this time they looked at Yang Zhen with deep envy.

Yang Zhen stood alone on the stage. Not only did he win the favor of Hua Lingnv and Mo Lingnv, he also gained the recognition of both Palace Master Liu and the Old Palace Master. There was almost no one else present who received such treatment.

In comparison, the attention Ning Wuque received became almost insignificant in front of Yang Zhen, which made everyone feel unreal.

Hua Youyue and Mo Xueling looked at each other and looked at Yang Zhen with some surprise.

Especially Mo Xueling, who said with a sour look on her face: "This guy seems to be the center of attention wherever he goes."

Hua Youyue smiled and said nothing, but looked at Yang Zhen with a more determined gaze.

At this time, Ning Wuque, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, suddenly laughed, fanning himself with a feather fan, staring at Yang Zhen and saying, "The old palace master has always loved calligraphy, so I guess the gift that Brother Yang is going to present is also related to the way of literature?"

Everyone looked at Ning Wuque in astonishment. Even the hot-tempered Hu Tao started to curse: "Ning Wuque, you bastard, don't you even care about your dignity?"

Asking a cook to take out a gift related to Wen Qidao was almost too much to ask. Everyone looked at Ning Wuque with disdain, and they were no longer as amazed as before.

Ning Wuque, however, turned a deaf ear to the questioning and contempt around him. He just smiled grimly and stared at Yang Zhen, as if he had Yang Zhen in his grasp.

The Third Lotus Seat of Beiguyuan frowned, sighed and said, "Wuque's character is not good enough. After returning to Beiguyuan this time, he will be locked up in the cave for three years!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in Beiguyuan changed their expressions.

What is the catacombs? It's hardly a place for people to stay.

But the fact that the matter has developed to this point cannot be entirely blamed on Ning Wuque. He is now in a difficult situation and cannot back down, even if it means both sides suffer losses, 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 talent secret treasure that could be comparable to the Banshantu.

Although Ning Wuque was a bit shameless, he had already pushed Yang Zhen into a desperate situation!

Faced with such a situation, Yang Zhen had almost no chance of winning. He was sure to lose face today.

At this time, the Three Lotus Seats suddenly took a deep breath, walked forward, stared at Yang Zhen and said in a deep voice: "Young friend Yang, you are so arrogant that you dare to say that my Beiguyuan just took out some junk. Although the Half Mountain Map is a broken product, even if it is a broken product, it is a rare treasure of talent. If it is placed somewhere else, it will definitely cause a sensation, just like a perfect piece."

"Since Young Master Yang thinks this is junk, then what else in the world is not junk? Or... Young Master Yang is planning to personally draw a treasure of talent that is not junk and give it to the old palace master as a gift?"

Hearing what Sanlianzuo said, everyone present exclaimed again and looked at Beiguyuan in astonishment.

This time, even the old palace master showed an unhappy look. He stared deeply at the three lotus seats, and the smile in his eyes became deeper.

Ning Wuque, on the other hand, was ecstatic, looking towards the three lotus seats with gratitude, and he was almost about to bow to receive the gift on the spot.

"What? When did Yang Dingtian say he would make a calligraphy work himself?"

"What a joke! Not to mention that Yang Dingtian is just a cook in the Lianxu stage, even if he is a great writer in the Dujie stage, it is impossible for him to make a secret treasure comparable to the Half Mountain Map. Isn't this asking too much?"

"As expected, the old ones are the wisest. The words of the Third Lotus Seat immediately forced Yang Zhen into a situation where he had no way out."

In the crowd, Mo Xueling and Hua Youyue's faces changed and they stared deeply at the three lotus seats.

The old woman from Mo Chi Peak coughed heavily and looked at Mo Xueling meaningfully.

Mo Xueling's expression froze, she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself, snorted and turned away.

Hua Youyue shook her head, as if talking to herself: "Even if we know that this will give people a chance to talk about us, the Three Lotus Seats can only do this. Beiguyuan can force Yang Zhen into a dilemma and lose face, but it must not fail!"

"Why?" Mo Xueling said angrily.

Hua Youyue chuckled, looked at Yang Zhen and murmured to herself: "What will you do this time?"

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and doubt. Not only Yang Zhen, but even other irrelevant people frowned, obviously they were helpless in the face of such a situation.

However, what surprised everyone was that there was not even a trace of panic on Yang Zhen's face, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more solemn.

Just when everyone was in doubt, Yang Zhen suddenly said to Sanlianzuo and Ning Wuque, "It is said that the Master is a man of great integrity, but now I, Yang Dingtian, see a group of hypocritical descendants. You have completely disgraced the Master."

"Asshole!"

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The Three Lotus Seats had a furious look on their faces, and with a bang a terrifying wave of talent burst out from their bodies, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, like a raging sea!

Faced with such a situation, everyone's face changed, and they stepped back with horror and looked at the unimaginable scene in front of them with shock.

Yang Zhen actually completely angered a powerful being in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, which was almost tantamount to seeking death.

Moreover, if Yang Zhen loses all face today and offends Beiguyuan, even the Lingxue Palace will not be able to save Yang Zhen's life.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, not understanding why Yang Zhen did this, being almost arrogant and presumptuous without even realizing it.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Zhen's expression remained unchanged in the face of such terrifying talent and pressure. He said with a smile, "You are right. Today, I will let you see what true literary and military strategies are."

As he spoke, Yang Zhen walked to the chopping board where the treasures of talent and culture were placed, glanced at Sanlianzuo and Ning Wuque and said, "Do you two feel that this Sao Saint is insulting you?"

Yang Zhen, holding the wolf-hair brush, laughed heartily, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He reached out and dipped the wolf-hair brush into the ink until it was full. He stared at the two and said, "Beiguyuan Lotus Seat, right? There is another genius who is even better than you. You can't recognize a few words that this saucy saint writes. Do you believe it?"

"What a joke!" Ning Wuque sneered repeatedly. When he heard that Yang Zhen really wanted to write a piece of calligraphy in front of everyone, Ning Wuque felt relieved.

In this situation, how could Yang Zhen win? Not to mention writing a few words, even if it was a thousand or ten thousand words, as long as they were words, how could they not be recognized? Swish, swish, swish! With a very fast speed, Yang Zhen wrote eight big words on the paper, in one go, without any pause, which shocked everyone.

No one expected that Yang Zhen would actually dare to write the inscription in public, and he wrote quickly and steadily.

It was obvious that Yang Zhen wanted to present this character to the old palace master.

Everyone held their breath, stretched their necks to look at the words written by Yang Zhen, and were immediately confused.

The eight big words appeared in front of everyone. Ning Wuque's face changed drastically and he blurted out: "Catch the toad and squeeze out the urine?"

"Asshole, Yang Dingtian, how dare you write such a ridiculous thing to give to the old palace master?"

After hearing Ning Wuque's words, everyone present changed their expressions and looked at Yang Zhen in confusion.

Damn it, you could just draw a few words randomly, it’s for the old palace master’s birthday, but you actually wrote... such vulgar words?

I can’t bear it anymore. I can’t even open my eyes. I’m so sleepy. Good night, my friends.

(End of this chapter)