Capítulo 1422: Chapter 1296: If You Think You Can, Then Step Up!
“Brother Ye, I’m Sikong Po, considered a half-owner here. Your poem just now has profound aning and perfectly matches the scenery of Han i District, so I intend to keep this poem here. How about it, Brother Ye?”
Sikong Po was delighted at heart. The poem would certainly add luster to Han i District, so he wished to keep the poem.
“A rough work indeed, not worthy of a refined place. But since Brother Sikong likes it, let’s keep it!”
Ye Fan secretly mused, it’s a tiless masterpiece from Wang Anshi, a pri minister of the Song dynasty, and naturally so.
“That would be wonderful. Please, Brother Ye, bestow us with the inky treasure!” Sikong Po glanced around, and imdiately a young female cultivator brought over the four treasures of study for Ye Fan to wield.
“Well… all right, let give it a try then!”
Ye Fan pondered for a mont. Calligraphy primarily tests one’s foundational skills, yet Ye Fan was coerced by Chu Xuanji into practicing calligraphy for several years in his youth to cultivate his nature and lay the groundwork for future cultivation.
So, Ye Fan’s handwriting may not surpass Yan Liu’s, but it was certainly passable, not too shaful.
Moreover, the characters of this world had many similarities with the ancient characters of Huaxia, making them not difficult to write.
Witnessing Ye Fan’s agreent, Jin Changgeng was montarily stunned. It’s known that martial arts practitioners cultivate their temperant, yet calligraphy cannot be mastered overnight, but Ye Fan agreed nonetheless.
Ye Fan took the scroll, waved it into the air, stabilizing it with his holy power, then imbued the wolf-hair brush, focusing slightly, and imrsing himself wholly into a Tao realm.
The brush danced like dragons and snakes, penned with a suspended wrist, fluid yet swift!
At this mont, Ye Fan seed possessed by a calligraphy saint, the script spirited yet substantive, weighty as mountains.
Ti seed to halt montarily; nobody, whether Bai Yan wolf, Jin Changgeng, Sikong Po, or the eight young female cultivators, could avert their gaze from Ye Fan’s movents.
“As graceful as a startled swan, as nimble as a swimming dragon; indeed!”
Sikong Po fervently praised, such a dramatic, majestic, and ethereal fusion in calligraphy was truly a once-in-a-lifeti sight.
“Heavier than mountains, lighter than feathers, Brother Ye astonishes indeed; not only is your literary talent exceptional, your handwriting is unsurpassed.”
Jin Changgeng shook his head and said, “Brother Ye, just with these abilities, even if you weren’t a cultivator, you could undoubtedly make a na in the Southern Domain!”
Sikong Po agreed, deeply resonating with Jin Changgeng’s words. Ye Fan, ti and again, overca the strong with the weak, defeated enemies across realms, and was unrivaled in both poetry and calligraphy. Such talent, even across the Southern Domain, might be scarce among the Five Great Domains.
“Who could definitely make a na in the Southern Domain?”
As the three were conversing, a voice arrived from outside, followed by several graceful young individuals walking over.
Among these people, Ye Fan imdiately recognized the Ancient Saint and Tianxuan Saint. Although unfamiliar with the others, anyone accompanying them naturally wasn’t ordinary.
“You finally arrived; I thought you might not co due to last-minute engagents.”
Jin Changgeng smiled, approached, and led the group into a small pavilion.
By then, the food and drink were fully served. After introducing Ye Fan to the crowd, Jin Changgeng began toasting and swapping drinks, enjoying the snow and plum appreciation, imparting unique sentints.
A few drinks later, as topics burgeoned due to Ye Fan’s activities in the Southern Domain, these individuals weren’t strangers to him, tacitly acknowledging his equal standing.
Sikong Po ordered Ye Fan’s inscribed poem to be brought out for appreciation and critique by everyone, then intended to preserve it. As for the poem, he planned to have expert craftsn engrave it in prominent positions to highlight the scenic spots.
“Brother Ye, with such talent, why not showcase a few more skills for us to witness? How about it?” asked a burly, long black-haired young man looking at Ye Fan.
He was He Yunqi, Saint of Tianhe Sect of Bazhou. Last ti, due to being in seclusion, he missed the opportunity to et Ye Fan during the competition for fortunes.
In his view, Ye Fan rely had good luck, happened to cultivate the Thunderclap Treasure Skill’s introduction, thus obtaining the legacy; regarding strength, he didn’t think much of it.
Then, his suggestion undoubtedly was to see Ye Fan falter, also to scrutinize his true literary depth.
Understand that martial artists devote their lifeti to cultivation and martial enlightennt, often without significant achievents. Should Ye Fan indeed possess profound literary accomplishnts, it inevitably would occupy vast amounts of his cultivation ti, making his strength less daunting.
Others hadn’t contemplated so deeply, especially Sikong Po, whose eyes bead with interest.
Ye Fan’s literary talent was outstanding, with considerable fa in the Southern Domain. If he could compose more poems for other scenic spots, it would undeniably elevate the Qi Shi Restaurant’s notoriety.
“Such a suggestion is excellent; what say you, Brother Ye?”
Sikong Po was full of expectation, as the young master of Qi Shi Restaurant, future heir of the Sikong Family, he naturally endeavored to facilitate this.
Before Ye Fan could respond, Sikong Po continued, “Rest assured, Brother Ye, it’s not for free. If my Sikong Family owes you a favor, at your need, we will definitely assist!”
This was an offer hard to refuse!
Though the Sikong Family resided in the Eastern Domain, they undoubtedly rivaled major holy lands; their promise was imnsely valuable.
With this promise, Ye Fan essentially has an amulet—who would be foolish enough to offend a massive clan comparable to a Holy Land?
“This…”
Ye Fan hesitated, truly uncertain what the result would be of getting entangled with the Sikong family.
“What? Have you exhausted your talents?” He Yunqi said with a faint, cold smile.
If it weren’t for Jin Changgeng and the prince from the Jueluo Empire present, along with Sikong Po having a favorable impression of Ye Fan, he wouldn’t even allow Ye Fan to sit at the sa table, seeing it as an insult to himself.
“Writing poetry isn’t like sparring; it’s not that easy. It’s nothing if you can’t compose one; it’s not embarrassing!”
The speaker was a young man in blue nad Lin Qingfeng, also from Bazhou, and a Saint Heir of the Tianqi Sect.
On the surface, he seed to be speaking up for Ye Fan, but it was actually a veiled jab at Ye Fan’s inability to create anything, saying he’d just embarrass himself.
Ye Fan calmly glanced at the two, noticing they both had late-stage Divine Realm cultivation, showing signs of breaking through to the Peak of Holy Embryo Realm.
“What are you saying?”
Jin Changgeng suddenly stood up, coldly glaring at the two, with a faint killing intent already rising.
“Jin Changgeng, what’s this? The competition hasn’t even started, and you already want to have a bout with us?” He Yunqi also stood up, unleashing a terrifying aura.
“To deal with you two, do I even need the word ’bout’? I could suppress you with just one hand!” Jin Changgeng said forcefully.
“Gentlen, this is my Sikong Family’s Qi Shi Restaurant, not a battlefield. Give so face and don’t make a move.” Sikong Po also stood up, stepping between the three, separating their energies.
“Humph!” Jin Changgeng snorted coldly, saying, “Inviting you was to save you face, so don’t be ungrateful!”
“We ca here to give the Treasure Pavilion face; otherwise, you couldn’t have invited us.” He Yunqi was unyielding, challenging his words.
“Very well, then we’ll et on the competition grounds!” Jin Changgeng suddenly cald down, giving the two a pitiful look.
Just that look sent a chill down He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng’s spines!
That gaze seed as though they were viewing a dying man, leaving them extrely annoyed.
However, within the Sikong Family’s Qi Shi Restaurant, they truly didn’t dare cause trouble, lest even their sects couldn’t protect them.
Even among Saint Heirs, there are differing levels. To the Sikong Family, the Tianqi Sect and the Tianhe Sect are rely second-rate sects, far from Wu Shang Sect. Their so-called Saint Heirs are just an empty title, incomparable to the Saint Heirs of Holy Lands.
To put it bluntly, it was just self-aggrandizent!
“Everyone, this started because of . If I had agreed readily, there wouldn’t have been any misunderstandings.”
Ye Fan gave everyone a glance, then said to Sikong Po, “Let’s go, let’s explore other areas!”
“Are you sure?”
Sikong Po was secretly delighted, glaring fiercely at He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng, then stood up and led the group toward the neighboring Hui Zhi Lanxin District.
Once out of the Han i District, the cold wind ceased. After a few more steps, they reached the Hui Zhi Lanxin District, which was, in fact, a scenic area filled with orchids.
It’s a sea of flowers, a world of orchids, with various orchids competing in beauty, exuding intoxicating fragrances, colorful and breathtaking.
“You’ve co, so why not write sothing?”
“Playing with words is the realm of petty scholars. We are cultivators—such pedantry is beneath us. The vast world is our stage!”
He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng bantered, their words dripping with sarcasm as they continually attacked and mocked Ye Fan.
To such comnts, Ye Fan acted as though he hadn’t heard anything, not bothering to react. If this were a competition ground, he would have long punched them away with the Xuandi Fist, saving himself the annoyance.
“If you can do it, go ahead and show us. If not, then shut up!”
Bai Yan wolf retorted bluntly, leaving the two red-faced.
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PS: Another update will be posted at twelve o’clock.
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