At that moment, everyone present had flushed faces.
They looked at Jiang Ye with gratitude.
They looked at Chu Nan with pity.
Although there were some elegant and pure individuals who disdained it, and some top disciples from major powers who didn't care, they couldn't sway the decision of the majority.
To take someone's money is to be soft-handed; to eat someone's food is to be short-mouthed.
Human nature is nothing more than this.
Among them, many also harbored a hint of schadenfreude.
Especially some female Cultivators, their gazes were fiery, looking at Jiang Ye with eyes that seemed to be dripping with affection.
The incense in the censer curled upwards, half-burnt.
Jiang Ye's eyes calmly swept over the crowd below, a faint smile on his lips.
Although there were many people below the stage,
how could the foundation of the Longevity Immortal Clan be imagined by ordinary people?
This bit of Divine Source was not even a drop in the bucket.
Moreover, the value of the Qian Ling Plate was far beyond this.
Time slowly flowed, and the deadline was approaching.
Jiang Ye wielded his brush like the wind, the vermillion brush in his hand rustling, dancing like a Dragon across the plain paper.
Your eyes are empty and full of self-importance,
Unable to distinguish right from wrong, you bring shame upon yourself.
Fleeting fame in broad daylight is like a dog's bark,
Delusional and incomparably foolish.
End of writing!
Opposite him, Chu Nan could no longer suppress the wild joy in his heart.
At the last moment,
he secretly glanced at Jiang Ye with a hint of smugness and provocation, feeling extremely triumphant in his heart.
“You just scribbled a few random lines at the end, right?”
“No… no…”
“I still can't laugh, I have to hold it in…”
“Wait a few more breaths, and you'll be disgraced, and I, Chu Nan, will declare victory…”
“Your Immortal Marrow is mine!”
The green smoke in the censer stopped burning.
Chu Nan suddenly stood up, vigorously unfolded the paper in his hand, stretched it left and right, held it high, and presented it to the Cultivators in all directions for viewing.
A smile he couldn't suppress was on his face.
A noble son from a humble family... finally ascending to great heights!
What a poem!
Truly a good poem!
But it was a pity.
Everyone's expressions were subtle, each suppressing their emotions, holding back laughter on their faces, trying their best to maintain a poker face and show no flaws.
Chu Nan's expression froze.
Such a masterpiece, shouldn't it be praised by everyone?
Why was there no reaction?
Cultivators' perception and eyesight were extraordinary; it was impossible for them not to see the handwriting. They should all be able to see it clearly, right?
Chu Nan coughed, then immediately read it aloud.
His voice echoed throughout the four fields.
He frequently smiled, already imagining the scene of being surrounded and praised by everyone.
Finally, many voices gradually reached his ears.
“Is this even a poem? The lines are dry and nonsensical, you can't even rhyme, it's embarrassing! It's simply unreadable!”
“These are cobbled-together phrases, not even a proper beginning, transition, turn, or conclusion. So crude, and you dare to show it off?”
“Pale and weak, without any structure, perhaps it was written with your feet?”
“This poem is mediocre, every line is like chewing wax, reading it makes people drowsy.”
“What do you mean mediocre? It's clearly trash!”
...All kinds of taunts and insults followed one after another, like a surging tide, harsh and unbearable.
Chu Nan was stunned.
He simply couldn't believe his ears!
A feeling of extreme frustration and inexplicable bewilderment came over him, and he immediately retorted sharply, asking:
“What's going on?”
“What do you mean by this? What's wrong with my poem? Speak clearly!”
“My poem clearly has such a profound Concept... Although it's not a world-shattering masterpiece for an impromptu poem, it's definitely a fine work!”
“Answer me!!”
“What exactly is wrong? Speak!”
Chu Nan couldn't express the emotions in his heart at that moment, his face flushed, his tone became hurried, and he continuously argued with the crowd, somewhat disoriented.
But alas, the number of people below the stage was simply too many, more than a thousand?
He couldn't win the argument.
He simply couldn't win the argument.
After being ridiculed by the people below the stage again, Chu Nan was utterly humiliated, and the clamor gradually subsided.
At this moment, Jiang Ye's Spiritual Qi stirred, and the brocade silk paper on the table was unfurled, facing everyone.
The entire hall erupted in an uproar!
Praise immediately surged like a tide.
“It's brilliant! This poem is truly exquisite in every word, every line blossoming with beauty. It's not just a poem, it's the sound of the Great Dao, the rhythm of heaven and earth!”
“Wonderful, wonderful! This poem is written with vivid charm and magnificent integrity, truly unprecedented and unrepeatable!”
“Tsk tsk, this grand and unconventional style, only Your Highness, the Divine Son, can create it!”
“This peerless poem can be called a supreme masterpiece. With one stroke, it surpasses countless literary giants of ancient and modern times! It will surely be sung for all eternity and spread throughout the myriad worlds!”
Everyone clapped their hands in applause, wishing they could shatter their palms, their faces filled with fanaticism and excitement.
Good acting, extra money later!
Jiang Ye stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, a faint smile and a twitch on his face.
Even with his thick skin, he almost couldn't bear it.
【Ding! The Protagonist of Destiny, Chu Nan, doubts life, is dumbfounded and bewildered, feeling like his brain is about to grow, Luck value decreased by 200 points!】
【Congratulations to Master, Villain Value +200!】
Chu Nan's face was blank, he looked around, observing the expressions of the crowd below the stage.
He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.
“Is my poem… truly that bad?”
“Why is everyone praising Jiang Ye? I want to see what kind of messy stuff he wrote?”
His gaze fell upon Jiang Ye's banner poem, and he immediately reacted.
What the hell was this, a poem?
It was clearly cursing people in different ways!
Chu Nan's eyes instantly became bloodshot, filled with red streaks.
He scanned the people below the stage one by one, only to see that everyone had a small piece of Divine Source rich in Immortal Qi in their hands!
In an instant, Chu Nan realized, and his anger shot straight to the sky!
He suddenly turned his head and stared fiercely at Jiang Ye, feeling as if his chest was about to explode, his face turning purplish-black.
“Jiang Ye, you despicable and shameless scoundrel, you actually bribed everyone directly?”
“Is this the demeanor of the Divine Son of the Jiang Clan?”
“Is this how you toy with the people of the world?”
Chu Nan was furious, so angry that his vision blurred.
He never expected!
Jiang Ye would resort to such a rogue tactic, completely disregarding others, practically treating him as a clown to be played with!
Guan Yunyao and the two women couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker, trembling with laughter.
Everyone else was also holding back their laughter.
But having received benefits, they had to be professional.
After all, Jiang Ye had also promised a catty of Divine Source!
They immediately retorted that Chu Nan's poem was trash like manure.
Jiang Ye lazily raised an eyebrow, then calmly said:
“What a joke!”
“You yourself are shallow and unlearned, unable to write a good poem, and you blame me?”
“You're quite good at verbal sparring, though.”
“As for bribery? This Divine Son merely generously gifted a few wisps of Divine Source to Fellow Daoists, where does the talk of bribery come from?”
Jiang Ye's voice was clear and strong, and he even scoffed after speaking.
For a moment, Chu Nan didn't know how to retort.
His face turned ashen, almost black, and even his breathing became erratic.
He had truly witnessed Jiang Ye's thick skin today.
Such utterly shameless words could be spoken so righteously and confidently.
And the surrounding crowd cheered even more, their emotions running high.
“Your Highness, the Divine Son, has a magnificent demeanor and cares for the world, how can a petty person like you criticize him at will!”
“This Chu Hao is short-sighted and slanders the Divine Son, he truly deserves to die a thousand times!”
“Such a crude clown, yet he dares to dream of being on par with the Divine Son? That's simply hilarious, ha ha ha!”
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