211: Chapter 211 Ouyang Wanqing's jealousy seems quite intense... (5/19)

Before Chen Shanzhi and his group had even reached the entrance of Four Seas Academy, Palace Master Su Jianqing suddenly came to a halt.

She extended her jade-white, delicate hand and fished a long, sky-blue silk scarf from her sleeve.

It was unclear what kind of Spirit Beast's silk had been used to weave the scarf; its surface rippled with faint, water-like blue waves, clearly marking it as a high-grade Treasure Artifact.

Palace Master Su Jianqing elegantly tied the blue silk scarf behind her ears, concealing that gentle, dignified, and breathtakingly beautiful face.

Strangely enough, the moment the scarf was tied, wisps of blue Qi began to slightly distort in front of her face.

When Chen Shanzhi looked over, his gaze was gently deflected the moment it touched that layer of blue mist, leaving him able to see only a blurry, shifting water-like shadow, completely unable to discern the true face behind it.

"Palace Master," Chen Shanzhi leaned in closer, teasing her with a bit of a cheeky tone, "Every time you enter the academy, you cover your face. Could it be that you've broken out in acne recently? Are you afraid the young Disciples will see it and ruin your dignified image as a role model?"

Palace Master Su Jianqing didn't even turn her head; her voluptuous figure, wrapped in black ice-silk stockings beneath her skirt, merely paused for a moment.

"So disrespectful. What on earth are you thinking about all day long?"

Jiang Feiyu, walking to the side, rolled her eyes and unceremoniously elbowed Chen Shanzhi, loudly and carelessly explaining on her Master's behalf, "My Master is displaying the demeanor of an expert; she must maintain the dignity of a Palace Master in her daily life. With so many students in the academy, if they were to look at my Master's face every day, I'm afraid it wouldn't have a good influence."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Chen Shanzhi nodded, appearing to have a sudden realization on the surface, but inwardly he thought, "What 'role model' or 'doesn't want to reveal her true face.' Palace Master Su Jianqing is purely doing this because she hates working and just wants to slack off and idle away her time all day."

If she were to show her true face every day, taking even two steps in this academy would likely result in her being surrounded by students asking for help with official business. How would she get to enjoy her idle days for free then? By covering her face, she could openly wear her black silk dress and swagger through the academy, slacking off without worrying about being caught on the spot. This scarf is definitely a Divine Artifact for a corporate slave to avoid overtime.

The group arrived at the central Martial Arts Arena of Four Seas Academy. There were already quite a few people at the Martial Arts Arena today. A rough scan showed at least eight hundred to a thousand people, and the clamor of their voices soared straight to the clouds.

"She's here! That's Palace Master!"

"Look, behind the Palace Master... is the heir of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, Chen Shanzhi!"

"I heard he was injured and in a coma; does this mean he's finally awake? It seems the poetry medal challenge is finally going to start today!"

As soon as the group stepped onto the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, the people inside became noisy.

"Let's go, don't dawdle," Palace Master Su Jianqing's gentle voice sounded calmly. Before the words had even faded, her slender fingers, tucked inside her sleeve, gave a slight flick and grabbed Chen Shanzhi by the collar.

"Whoosh!" Chen Shanzhi felt his vision blur, and for a split second, he lost all sense of gravity as the scenery of the stands on both sides turned into countless twisted light and shadows. The next instant, his clothes fluttered loudly in the air.

"Thud." Chen Shanzhi's feet landed heavily in the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Beside him, Palace Master Su Jianqing's expression was calm, her slightly slit dress swaying gently in the breeze. The voluptuous curve of her inner thigh, wrapped in black ice-silk stockings, was faintly visible, fully displaying the charm and nobility of a mature beauty.

On the high platform, Palace Master Su Jianqing's expression was dignified, even through that layer of pale blue Origin Qi silk scarf. Her pair of autumn-water-like beautiful eyes scanned the area, causing the entire noisy Martial Arts Arena to fall completely silent in an instant.

"Students," Palace Master Su Jianqing parted her red lips slightly, and her ethereal yet majestic voice, amplified by the Formation, rang out like a great bell, causing the Origin Qi and blood of all the Disciples present to resonate faintly.

"Some days ago, the holder of the poetry medal was injured and in a coma, which is why our academy's monthly poetry medal challenge has been delayed until now."

"Now that Chen Shanzhi has recovered from his injuries, I have personally brought him here today to begin this poetry medal challenge!"

As her voice fell, Palace Master Su Jianqing elegantly raised her slender finger and flicked it lightly into the Void Realm.

"Hum—" A stream of pure, milky-white Origin Qi shot out from her fingertip, suddenly exploding in the Void Realm and transforming into a sky full of golden starlight.

That countless golden starlight wove together rapidly in mid-air, and in the time it took for two breaths, it condensed into four lines of huge characters emitting a faint golden light: [Heaven Class: Ouyang Wanqing] [Earth Class: Meng Yu] [Xuan Class: Xie Changgeng] [Huang Class: Fang Hui]

As soon as these four lines of characters appeared, the countless Disciples in the stands let out a gasp of exclamation. These four were the leaders in the Dao of poetry this month from the academy's Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang Classes!

"Go." Palace Master Su Jianqing waved her jade-white hand gently. The four lines of large golden characters in mid-air suddenly burst open in an instant, turning into four golden pillars of light like Dragons. With a piercing sound of breaking through the air, they shot towards four directions in the stands!

The golden light accurately rushed into the crowd and, amidst a chorus of exclamations, wrapped around four figures respectively. Then, carrying them like shadows skimming over water, it traced four golden parabolas in the air and landed them steadily onto the Martial Arts Arena.

The golden light dissipated, revealing the figures of the four. Palace Master Su Jianqing's expression was calm, her hands hanging at her sides, as she said indifferently, "According to the rules of our Four Seas Academy, for any medal challenge, the leaders of the four major Classes must first compete to decide the victor and select the strongest among them. Finally, the winner will have a final Dao of poetry duel with the medal holder."

"Now... the duel begins."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Palace Master Su Jianqing extended a finger toward Chen Shanzhi and tapped it lightly.

"Whoosh!" A flash of white light enveloped the two of them. Chen Shanzhi felt the ground beneath his feet vanish, and when he opened his eyes again, he and Palace Master Su Jianqing had silently appeared in the VIP viewing area below the high platform.

Chen Shanzhi was speechless. If I don't need to go on stage now, why did you drag me up there just a moment ago...? It really was like taking off one's trousers to fart—completely unnecessary. Of course, he didn't dare to show these petty emotions. He could only grumble to himself inwardly. Then, he cast a few fierce, lingering glances at Palace Master Su Jianqing's beautiful black-silk-clad legs.

On the high platform, only the leaders of the four Classes remained. A duel in the Dao of poetry never involves the clash of blades; it is far more elegant than a typical Martial Artist duel. Just after the four people on the high platform cupped their hands in salute to each other, "Hum—" Above the firmament, the phantom of the immortal stele slowly emerged.

The immortal stele's phantom gave a slight tremor, and a dazzling golden light shot down from the tablet. In the sky above the Martial Arts Arena, it condensed into a huge golden character: [Moon]. This was the theme of this four-person duel.

"Everyone, I shall make a fool of myself." The four of them each took half a step back. Fang Hui was the first to press his palms together, and the Origin Qi in his Xuanguan began to surge in a strange way. He closed his eyes, his lips moving, and lines of poetry carrying a faint aura of literary talent spilled from his mouth. As he recited, wisps of weak white literary talent were drawn down from the Void Realm, faintly forming a weak phantom of moonlight in mid-air.

Subsequently, Xie Changgeng and Meng Yu were not to be outdone, each channeling their Origin Qi and literary talent to stir up their own poems in the Void Realm. Unfortunately, in front of Ouyang Wanqing, their meager literary talent was simply like the light of a grain of rice meeting the blazing sun in the sky.

At this moment, Ouyang Wanqing, in a water-blue soft-feather dress, outlined her extremely slender figure, which was not inferior to any top beauty. She lifted her beautiful eyes slightly and swept a glance at the other three on the stage. Then she elegantly took half a step forward. A layer of pale golden literary talent light, almost materialized, suddenly began to glow faintly on her delicate body.

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds..." She parted her red lips slightly, and her crisp, melodious recitation sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate, clearly echoing throughout the huge Martial Arts Arena.

"Boom!" The moment her voice fell, a golden pillar of literary talent light crashed down from the Void Realm, solidly enveloping Ouyang Wanqing completely.

The powerful pressure of literary talent swept out like a landslide, instantly washing away the pitiful white literary talent of the other three. The outcome of the duel had no suspense the moment Ouyang Wanqing began to speak. The concentration of literary talent contained in her poem was several times greater than the other three combined!

"Senior Sister Ouyang is truly a Divine Being!" A thunderous cheer erupted from the stands in an instant. Countless students cast their gazes with a bit of schadenfreude toward Chen Shanzhi, who was lazily waving his folding fan below the high platform.

"This time, the heir of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion is probably going to show his true colors."

"Exactly, exactly. In the last poetry class, he just had good luck, like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. He gave some insights on the peerless poem 'little pond' and, by a stroke of luck, caused a resonance of literary talent, which is how he picked up the poetry medal."

"That's right, if we're talking about real talent and learning, how could a playboy who spends all day eating, drinking, and having fun write any real poetry? Today, encountering Ouyang Wanqing, he's definitely going to have to hand over the medal."

Amidst the harsh chatter, Ouyang Wanqing, standing in the center of the high platform, slowly turned around. Her pair of cold, beautiful eyes looked at Chen Shanzhi's somewhat roguish face. The wind blew, and her clothes fluttered. Ouyang Wanqing's hand, soft as if without bones, rested somewhat coolly on the hilt of the water-blue long sword at her waist.

She smiled coldly, and in those beautiful eyes, a cold light shot out: "Heaven Class, Ouyang Wanqing."

"I seek instruction... from the great heir Chen whom Your Majesty personally granted a marriage to."

As soon as she said this, Chen Shanzhi secretly thought, "Not good." Ouyang Wanqing's jealousy in this tone seems quite significant...