I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Ye Chen's gaze fell on these two words, and his eyes were shining.

He couldn't help but say, "What a beautiful calligraphy! I wonder who wrote it, but it must be a great calligrapher. Every stroke is majestic and powerful, capturing both form and spirit. It's elegant yet majestic. It seems there are talented people among this mountain of calligraphy."

The little phoenix beside him grumbled, "He only has the form, but lacks the aura of righteousness. I think he's much worse than Master."

Little Phoenix looked disdainful at this moment.

"Girl, you should know when to flatter someone, or you'll get beaten to death."

Ye Chen was helpless, but very happy in his heart.

The little phoenix held his head high and said, "Master, every word I say comes from the heart, and I'm not flattering you. Master is the true master of calligraphy!"

Ye Chen smiled and suddenly felt that his disciple was just nice to hear the compliments. It was a rare opportunity for him to be complimented, so Ye Chen did not blame him.

Xiaobai on Liu Dan's shoulder looked at Xiaofenghuang with contempt, thinking that Xiaofenghuang was just a flatterer.

The three of them soon arrived in front of the mountain of books, and saw that many scholars were gathered there, thinking hard.

As soon as Ye Chen arrived, the eyes of Shushan's female disciples lit up involuntarily. Ye Chen's temperament was so extraordinary that the word "ethereal as a fairy" seemed to be prepared for Ye Chen.

His whole body exudes an air of elegance.

No matter how outstanding those Confucian scholars were in front of Ye Chen, Ye Chen completely crushed them with just his appearance.

A female disciple came running over excitedly and asked respectfully, "Sir, are you here to attend the book club held by the Saint?"

"Do you have an invitation?"

The female disciple looked very respectful at the moment, and seemed to be afraid that Ye Chen would not like it, so she tried to speak as softly as possible.

Ye Chen blushed slightly and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I don't have an invitation. I just arrived in Qinglong Immortal City and just found out about the book club. I heard that everyone can participate regardless of birthplace, so I came here. If this is not possible, then I'm sorry to bother you."

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, the woman hurriedly said, "Sir, if you don't have an invitation, you need to write a poem containing calligraphy before you can enter."

"Writing poetry?"

"That's no problem. Please lead the way, young lady!"

At this moment, Ye Chen smiled.

"Sir, please!"

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hurriedly invited Ye Chen to come over. The writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone had already been prepared there. There were many Confucian scholars around who were thinking hard, and each of them wanted to make themselves stand out and be noticed by the Saint of Shushan.

Ye Chen didn't think too much about it, and had no interest in the Book Mountain Saint. He picked up the pen and wrote directly: "Dandy will not starve to death, but scholars often ruin their lives. Father-in-law, please listen carefully, I will tell you everything. When I was young, I was already a guest of state. I have read thousands of books and my writing is like a god. My prose is comparable to Yang Xiong, and my poetry is comparable to Zi Jian. Li Yong wants to meet me, and Wang Han wants to be my neighbor..."

As Ye Chen wrote, words fell on the rice paper one by one. The female disciple from Shushan widened her eyes at this moment, and an expression of disbelief appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Ye Chen's pen seemed to give every word a soul, and every word Ye Chen wrote seemed to be able to fly away.

"Floating like a cloud, agile like a startled dragon. Iron writing and silver hook, unparalleled in ancient and modern times."

At this moment, Shushan's female disciple couldn't help but cover her mouth with an expression of disbelief on her face. This calligraphy was even better than that of Shushan's calligraphy master.

Ye Chen looked very young, and the woman was stunned.

Ye Chen put down his pen, his eyes fell on the woman, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, can I come in?"

After hearing Ye Chen's voice, the woman came back to her senses from her shock and immediately said with a smile: "Young Master is qualified to enter the Tianzi Palace. This is your seat number!" At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan hurriedly took out a wooden sign and presented it with both hands.

"Thank you!"

Ye Chen took the wooden sign and walked straight into the mountain of books.

After Ye Chen left, the woman was so excited that she wanted to put the poem away quickly. However, when she wanted to take away the rice paper, her eyes widened instantly, and shock appeared in her beautiful eyes. The woman thought she was hallucinating because she did not pick up the rice paper immediately. She suddenly found that the rice paper in front of her was unshakable.

"How can this be?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

"It's just a piece of paper, and I can't even pick it up."

At this moment, the female disciple of Shushan couldn't help but shook her head, and the next moment she looked at the ancient poem in front of her.

It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at it. When she did, the woman was shocked, because at this moment she suddenly discovered that the words in front of her had strangely changed from black to gold, and those words seemed to be coming alive.

The next moment, in front of the mountain of books.

A mighty energy rose into the sky.

Deep in the mountain of books, in a thatched cottage, an old man who looked very old was flipping through bamboo slips. At the moment when Haoran's divine power appeared, the old man turned around abruptly, and the turbidity in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a bright light.

"this······"

"This is, this is the Haoran Divine Power. The Haoran Divine Power only appears in legends. Why did it appear here?"

"Could it be that a great scholar above Haoran has descended upon the Book Mountain?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, endless divine light burst out from the old man's eyes. His body was shaking with excitement, and the next moment he disappeared into the thatched cottage.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the Book Mountain. At this moment, the female disciple of the Book Mountain was still muttering to herself, with an incredible look on her face, "Why is it like this? Why is it like this? I am a cultivator, but why can't I pick up this poem? Am I trapped in an illusion?"

What the female disciple of Shushan didn't know at this moment was that on the rice paper in front of her, rich and powerful divine power was slowly entering her body, and her body was transforming at an extremely terrifying speed.

The old man glanced at it at this moment and his eyes widened instantly.

His lips trembled violently, and his eyes were fixed on the female disciple from Shushan in front of him.

"Divine power enters the body, transforming from mortal to divine?"

"What kind of method is this?"

The old man in front of him was quite powerful and had reached the realm of True Immortal. In Qinglong Immortal City, he was also considered a pinnacle existence. As the power of heaven and earth continued to grow stronger, he had a tendency to step into the realm of Celestial Immortal. The old man felt that he would soon become the most powerful one in Qinglong Immortal City, but he did not expect that at this moment, he would watch Shushan's female disciple forging a divine body with the help of divine power.

The old man's mind was greatly shocked at this moment.

The old man's body couldn't help but tremble.

But then, the old man reacted instantly, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Not good, Haoran's divine power is dissipating too quickly, and this little girl doesn't know how to absorb it. She just lets the divine power enter her body instinctively. What a waste."

At this moment, the old man saw the divine power dissipating and was almost angry to the point of vomiting blood. He thought that the female disciple was an idiot for wasting such a heaven-defying opportunity.