"I’ll crawl."
Almost simultaneously, all three n shouted out. Peng Yang led the way, dropping to the ground and crawling between Zhang Bin’s legs, followed imdiately by Guan Shanyue and Wu Xingxing.
Everyone watched, dumbfounded, hardly believing their eyes.
At that mont, the three n’s stature in Lin Youlan’s eyes plumted. After all, when Han Xin endured his great humiliation, it was because he was unwilling to fight to the death with a thug who was clearly stronger than him. The consequences were more than he could bear, and he still had great things to accomplish, grand aspirations yet to be realized. Therefore, he chose to crawl between the thug’s legs.
But what was the point of these three crawling between Zhang Bin’s legs now?
In truth, it served only one purpose: to display their foolishness, showing how easily they could be manipulated by Zhang Bin.
Once the three so-called talents had crawled through, Yang Yiyi could no longer contain herself. Her shoulders shook as she burst into peals of delightful laughter. She had just discovered another one of Zhang Bin’s traits: he loved to trick people. He was truly burying these three scholars in a pit of humiliation from which they could never escape.
From this day forward, the sha of crawling between Zhang Bin’s legs would follow them for the rest of their lives.
They would never be able to wash the stain away.
"Hahaha... Let this be a lesson to you. The next ti you dare to look down on soone, rember the day you crawled between a man’s legs," Zhang Bin said with a strange laugh.
The three scholars’ faces changed, and their hearts sank. This is bad... It seems we’ve done sothing incredibly foolish. When they saw the disdainful looks from the crowd, especially the contempt on Lin Youlan’s face, the full weight of their stupidity hit them. A wave of regret washed over them, but it was too late. The deed was done.
"If you have the guts, let’s compete in calligraphy and painting! The bet is the sa. Do you dare?" Peng Yang, ever the scholar, quickly thought of a way to salvage the situation.
The eyes of the other two lit up, and they joined in with angry shouts.
"Forget it," Zhang Bin said indifferently. "I think you’ve learned your lesson, and I have no desire to teach you another." He then jumped down from the stage, walked over to his seat, and began whispering to Yang Yiyi.
"You three can step down as well," Lin Youlan said to the scholars, whose faces were flushed a deep crimson. "The second round of selection is about to begin. The nas of those who have passed are..."
She read off fifteen nas, which of course included Zhang Bin and the three talents.
Those who didn’t pass also exited gracefully. They showed no signs of dejection; they had just witnessed a splendid and thrilling drama. Furthermore, they had been treated to a musical performance at the Grandmaster Realm. This trip was definitely worth it.
"Now for the second round. We will eliminate five people this ti. The remaining ten will pass and be granted an audience with my grandfather," Lin Youlan announced. "The second round is simple: a calligraphy competition. You will find brushes, ink, and paper in the drawers..."
Everyone took the supplies out from their drawers and prepared to create a piece of calligraphy.
The three talents, however, marched over to Zhang Bin’s table with bloodshot eyes. "Kid, do you dare compete with us in calligraphy?" Peng Yang demanded angrily. "The wager is the sa."
"I won’t bet with you," Zhang Bin said, shaking his head. He couldn’t bear to make them crawl between his legs again. I’m such a good person, after all.
With a look of fury, Peng Yang pulled a checkbook from his pocket, quickly wrote out a check, and tore it off. He thrust it in front of Yang Yiyi. "Beauty, just agree to spend one night with , and this 100,000 is yours."
He was a scholar, after all, and his mind worked quickly. He’d devised a plan for revenge: if the beautiful woman accepted, he would have his payback. If she refused, it might anger Zhang Bin enough to finally accept the bet. What he didn’t know, however, was that Yang Yiyi was not the kind of woman to endure such humiliation.
At that mont, she beca utterly furious. Not caring whether fighting was allowed here, she acted before Zhang Bin could.
SLAP!
A crisp sound echoed through the hall.
Peng Yang’s head snapped to the side, a bright red palm print instantly blooming on his cheek. His teeth felt loose as if they were about to fall out, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"So ’scholar!’" Yang Yiyi added furiously. "You’re just a beast in human clothing! No wonder you were so willing to crawl through his crotch earlier. A man like you will be a coward for life."
The crowd was stunned, barely believing their eyes. This beautiful woman, who exuded such a strong scholarly air, was actually so fierce and completely intolerant of insults.
Zhang Bin clapped his hands. "Good hit! An idiot like that deserves to be slapped."
On the stage, Lin Youlan’s face filled with rage. No longer able to contain herself, she said furiously, "The audacity! Throw them both out!"
WHOOSH!
The sound of air being torn apart echoed as a middle-aged man in white practice garb shot in from outside like a lightning bolt, appearing before Zhang Bin and Yang Yiyi in the blink of an eye.
A bone-chilling killing intent radiated from him as he shouted, "You two, pay 100,000 in dical fees, and then get out of here imdiately!"
His na was Ba Ziyun. He was fifty-five years old and a bodyguard for Lin Lanting, having cultivated to the Initial Stage of the Qi Sea Realm. In the martial world, a Cultivator who had reached the Qi Sea Realm was a rare sight indeed. He was exceptionally powerful.
Therefore, he didn’t give Zhang Bin or Yang Yiyi a second thought. Young people like them, even if they were peerless geniuses who had begun their cultivation in the womb, could not possibly have reached the Qi Sea Realm. They were naturally no match for him. Moreover, he detected no fluctuations of True Qi from either of them; they were just ordinary people.
Zhang Bin stepped forward, shielding Yang Yiyi behind him. He looked coldly at the middle-aged man. "Aren’t you going to ask what happened? Besides, your young miss only told you to throw us out. She never said anything about demanding 100,000 in compensation."
"It doesn’t matter what Peng Yang did; hitting soone is wrong," Ba Ziyun said arrogantly. "Once you resort to violence, you get thrown out. As for the 100,000 in dical fees, that’s not for . I’m collecting it on behalf of Peng Yang. It’s the price you must pay."
"And what if I say no?" A mocking smile spread across Zhang Bin’s face.
"Then I’ll have no choice but to drag you both out and hand you over to the police," Ba Ziyun sneered.
"Then why don’t you try?" Zhang Bin challenged with a wicked grin.
"Very well," Ba Ziyun said. "It seems you’d rather do this the hard way."
His right hand shot out, forming an eagle’s talon as it clawed for Zhang Bin’s neck.
Clutching his swollen cheek, Peng Yang’s eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold. That brat, that bitch! How dare she hit ? My na isn’t Peng if I don’t destroy them both today! he thought venomously. He could already picture the satisfying scene: Ba Ziyun grabbing Zhang Bin and Yang Yiyi like helpless chickens and dragging them away.
The other two talents felt the sa, their faces twisted in triumphant, vicious smiles.
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