Chapter 311: Chapter 318: Stellar Talent! Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing (an update)
Translator: 549690339
Although Yang Zhen did not care about the location of the Bell Tower, when they arrived, he was still taken aback.
A massive platform, like a peak half-sliced away by a blade, perched atop a mountain surrounded by oddly shaped stones—it looked mysteriously and floated into the fog-gnarled mountains, with an palpable feeling of strange grandeur!
It was as if such a giant platform should exist between heaven and earth—it was a conduit that connected these worlds.
“Is this the Bell Tower?” Yang Zhen was stunned, looking at Su Dajia with surprise in his eyes.
Su Dajia nodded, “The Bell Tower is also known as the Cloud Platform. No one knows how or when it was built. It seems as if it has been here since ancient times, enduring forever.”
“What do I need to do?” Yang Zhen suddenly felt a strange thing—the Cloud Platform was breathing. Its inhale and exhale seemed to make the whole world pay attention to them, a feeling that emerged and vanished quickly, surprising Yang Zhen.
Su Dajia looked deeply into Yang Zhen’s eyes, “The so-called Cloud Platform painting is secondary—the main requirement is for Practitioners to transmit their insights into the Poetic Qi, amplified by the Cloud Platform, to be displayed between heaven and earth!”
After listening to Su Dajia, Yang Zhen nodded, “It seems simple enough then!” Simple?
The crowd glanced at Yang Zhen with anger upon hearing this.
“How arrogant can he get? Speaking so irreverently in front of Su Dajia—how unaware of his own limitations is Yang Zhen?”
“Simple?” someone scoffed, “Isn’t it well-known that Su Dajia didn’t eat for several days in order to understand the Stellar Talent? If he hadn’t succeeded eventually, he might have starved himself to death. Can such a hard-won comprehension, which only brings one close to death, really be summed up as ‘simple’?”
“Shush, Su Dajia hates when people mention this. In the end, Su Dajia was successful. But if it was so hard for Su Dajia to comprehend, how can Yang Zhen be so confident?”
Inside Tieling City, more and more people began to converge toward the Bell Tower when they heard that Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin were going to compete in the art of painting.
The most valuable thing in all of Tieling City was the Bell Tower. Every time it was opened, it shocked almost half of the Practitioners in Tieling City. Now that they heard that the arrogant Yang Zhen was inside, and he was going to compete against Gan Bailin in front of Su Dajia, how could they miss such an event?
Everyone arrived at the Bell Tower as quickly as possible, and they looked at Yang Zhen and Gan Bailin in disbelief, then looked at Su Dajia—they all were somewhat uncertain.
“What is Su Dajia thinking? Although Gan Bailin has the potential to comprehend the Stellar Talent, isn’t this too risky? Under such circumstances, the chances of Gan Bailin comprehending the Stellar Talent are nearly fiftyfifty!”
“You might not be aware, but if Gan Bailin tried to comprehend it on his own, a fifty percent chance would already be pretty good. However, now with Yang Zhen’s challenge, his chances may have increased significantly. This is probably what Su Dajia had in mind!”
“What?” The crowd was startled and began whispering among themselves, “So
Su Dajia opened the Bell Tower and gave this bastard Yang Zhen the opportunity to paint, just to help Gan Bailin?”
“It seems so, but what a pity to let a conceited person like Yang Zhen step onto the Cloud Platform!”
“As an arrogant man, he will surely expose his true colors once they compete.
We just have to wait and see!”
Everyone looked at Gan Bailin enviously—they knew very well how rare such an opportunity was. But this was destiny—Gan Bailin’s fortune was evidently much stronger than theirs.
Su Dajia actually let that bastard Yang Zhen ascend the Cloud Platform just for Gan Bailin.
This news spread like wildfire, permeating the surroundings of the Cloud Platform and even radiating in all directions.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, raised his head, glanced at Gan Bailin who was beside him, and slowly walked towards the Cloud Platform.
Gan Bailin sneered, “Overconfident!”
With that, he stared at Yang Zhen and looked at Su Dajia with a confident smile, likewise striding toward the Cloud Platform.
The longer they walked, the brighter the mockery gleamed on Gan Bailin’s face. Yang Zhen walked slowly. If this continued, Gan Bailin would have already arrived near the drafting board to start painting before Yang Zhen could even reach the Cloud Platform. It was said that the weaker the talent, the slower the speed of climbing the Cloud Platform!
Gan Bailin laughed freely and confidently, stepping past Yang Zhen and leaving a trail of hearty guffaws.
The crowd below the platform was infected with Gan Bailin’s laughter—they all chuckled and looked at Yang Zhen as if they were watching a comedy.
However, no one noticed the shock welling up in Su Dajia’s eyes as he watched Yang Zhen. He muttered to himself, “Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing—he can sense the Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing. His every step seems slow and difficult, but in reality, they align with the pace of Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing. Just who is Yang Zhen?”
Tian Rou was nervously holding the dragon header painting and watched Yang Zhen as he slowly climbed—his speed was getting slower and slower and his distance from Gan Bailin was getting further and further. She whispered, “Brother Yang Zhen, keep it up!”
Su Dajia smiled faintly, turned to Tian Rou and looked at her with a curious expression, “Don’t worry, it seems Yang Zhen is even stronger than I thought. While he may not necessarily comprehend the Stellar Talent, he should not lose to Gan Bailin!”
At that moment, a humming sound suddenly emanated from the Cloud Platform and horrifying fluctuations of writing Qi swept out in all directions, resonating all over the platform.
Everyone was taken aback and looked at the Cloud Platform in a state of shock —their faces immediately turned ecstatic.
“It’s Young Master Gan. Young Master Gan has started painting. What is he going to paint this time?”
“I didn’t expect Young Master Gan to trigger such a commotion of Poetic Qj right away. If this continues, how stunning will this painting be!” “Look, Young Master Gan’s pen moves as swiftly as the wind—he truly possesses the demeanor of an expert. As for that Yang Zhen, he has only moved half the way, taking his time. Is he here for a vacation?”
“Every second is vital in the art of painting. Yang Zhen is treating it as a child’s play—he basically lost from the start!”
Rumble!
As Gan Bailin continued painting, terrifying Poetic Qi inscriptions formed in the sky. Gradually, they emanated a grand vibe, enveloping the whole Cloud Platform.
The expressions of the audience changed simultaneously—they had a refreshing feeling, and some even wished that Gan Bailin’s speed would slow down, so they could savor the experience for a longer time.
With this kind of ability, he deserved to be at the top of the Literary Talent list —Gan Bailin had the ability and the skill.
As for Yang Zhen, after his slow and relaxed climb, he wasted no time to secure an early start. Instead, he stood at the drafting board and foolishly closed his eyes.
Seeing this sudden strange scene, everyone was both puzzled and stunned. By now, shouldn’t Yang Zhen be rushing to start painting? What was he doing?