Does seal script possess great power? My poetry is invincible!

Seeing Hu Jingfa raise his thick eyebrows in displeasure again, the young man in the Dharma robe waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, Xiao Fa, if the new disciples are willing to try, let them try!"

"Once he learns what's what, he'll behave himself."

"Xiao Qiu, hurry up and arrange the application for him. Once it's done, make sure he leaves immediately and doesn't stay here any longer."

Wang Yan gave this big shot a cold glance, too lazy to refute him anymore.

After a slight pause, Qiu Xuankuang bowed respectfully to the young man in the Dharma robe, then looked at Wang Yan and Zhao Mingtong: "Come with me!"

……

After half a cup of tea.

In the room with the character "速" (speed) on the first floor of the main hall, Qiu Xuankuang first told Wang Yan how to report to the God of Literature.

Then, with a solemn expression, he reminded him: "Boy, in the history of our sect, you are the only one who could accidentally eat the mutated Crazy Hemp Grass and not go mad, and even write the character 'Nai' (meaning 'endurance')."

"If you heard about this divine combat technique from someone else, report it now. Your sea of ​​consciousness will suffer the destruction punishment of the inscribed stone, your profound energy will go berserk, you will become a cripple, and you will be expelled from the sect. Have you thought it through?"

Wang Yan looked at the crowd outside, and after a few breaths, slowly shook his head, saying firmly, "I'm not afraid!"

He proceeded cautiously, starting with the sneak attack from behind by Zhu Siniu. He even resorted to scheming against underage teenagers like Zhao Mingtong, and was nearly killed by the oppressive gaze of the young man in the Dharma robe. All of this was to expand his sea of ​​consciousness as quickly as possible and become stronger.

Moreover, the integrity and reputation of scholars must be protected!

After a slight pause, Qiu Xuankuang perhaps understood his gaze, nodded slightly, said nothing more, walked out of the room alone, and closed the door behind him.

A soft murmur echoed from inside the room, and strange patterns lit up one after another on the walls. The words "Sounds from outside cannot enter" shimmered on the ceiling, releasing waves of strange energy that filled the surroundings.

The room immediately became much quieter.

Finally, it's quiet!

Wang Yan, who had been standing tall and straight, suddenly relaxed, and his muscles quickly loosened up.

"At least I can be alone for a while now."

so tired!

I'm physically exhausted, and mentally exhausted too!

Having lived two lives, it wasn't until just now, when confronting the young man in the Dharma robe, that I truly understood what it meant to be on the brink of life and death.

I almost met my end!

All the nerves in my body are stretched too tight.

Wang Yan sat down slowly on the ground, exhausted, his back hunched over weakly. He leaned against the base that supported the stone, closed his eyes, and let his mind wander.

"Let's lean on each other for a bit, let's lean on each other for a bit..."

……

Inside the Divine Inscription Hall, all the Spirit Sprout disciples who had come to see the event stood outside the room with the character "Speed".

Looking at its smooth walls, as Qiu Xuankuang manipulated the stone table, a screen of light, like a water mirror, lit up.

Wang Yan's every move in the room was clearly displayed on the screen.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Soon, everyone saw on the screen that Wang Yan's tall figure suddenly relaxed, and he sat down wearily against the stone that held the inscription, his brows filled with helplessness as he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Everyone looked at each other, completely puzzled.

A few breaths later, Zhao Mingtong suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and raised his hand dismissively: "Wang Yan isn't moving now, his back is hunched, he's leaning there, I'm afraid he doesn't know we can see him from outside."

At this point, Zhao Mingtong stared at Huo Erdan with disdain: "He must have lied; he's hiding inside, scared!"

"No!" Qiao Bendu, who had been silent until now, suddenly shook his head and retorted, "The punishment for failure is too severe; he can't possibly take that risk."

"He must have come up with this divine script. It's just that he used up too much energy in front of his master earlier, and he was too tense. Now he wants to relax a bit."

Huo Erdan immediately chimed in loudly, "That's right, he must have come up with that divine script."

"But," Zhong Jinghuo suddenly questioned calmly from behind, "Huo Erdan, there are no private schools or teachers in your village. Wang Yan has never been to school; at most, he learned some characters and combinations within his sect. I can't understand how he managed to combine those four 'divine' characters."

After saying that, seeing Zhu Siniu lying on the ground whimpering, Zhong Jinghuo thought for a moment, then walked over and scolded him disdainfully: "Idiot!! You knew Wang Yan was angry, why did you have to provoke him? Now look what happened, he's silenced you, hasn't he?"

A divine script emerged from between Zhong Jinghuo's brows, circled above Zhu Siniu's head, and materialized into an open mouth, saying, "Try it, see if you can speak?"

Zhu Siniu, lying on the ground, first showed a hint of joy in his eyes, then tried to move his mouth, and then looked at him in astonishment. His lips moved quickly, but he still couldn't open them, and could only continue to whimper from his nose.

Zhong Jinghuo was immediately surprised: "Huh? There's no solution?"

Huo Erdan scoffed disdainfully, "Yanzi knew you'd help Zhu Siniu out of his way while he was away. The divine script you used is definitely different from what we usually use!"

He then stared disdainfully at Zhu Siniu on the ground: "Zhu, I warned you to restrain yourself, but you wouldn't listen! Only Yanzi is soft-hearted, using the sect's reputation to intimidate you. If it were me, I would have knocked you out!"

Seeing Zhu Siniu glaring angrily after being scolded, Zhong Jinghuo frowned unhappily: "Junior Brother Huo, Zhu Siniu's mouth is bleeding, isn't that enough? We're fellow disciples, is it necessary to be so harsh?"

"Ha!" Huo Erdan sneered again, "He entered the sect three months before Yanzi. He tried to ambush Yanzi before, but he couldn't even catch a glimpse of Yanzi. Now that Yanzi has made a move, he's beaten him until he vomits blood, and he still has the nerve to complain?"

"If I were him, I'd be so ashamed I'd want to crawl into a hole and disappear!"

Several second-level spirit sprouts who had just gotten up from the ground immediately chimed in: "That's right! Zhu Siniu ambushed Wang Yan last night but didn't even get a touch on Wang Yan's clothes, yet he was just punched away by Wang Yan and then suppressed and silenced. He's too weak!"

"He didn't have the strength to fight head-on, yet he kept spouting nonsense. Getting beaten and spitting blood was his own fault!"

Zhong Jinghuo was stunned for a moment, then glanced guiltily at the young man in the Dharma robe and Hu Jingfa's disdainful looks, and said nothing more.

"Zhong Jinghuo," Zhao Mingtong suddenly said irritably, "I'm afraid you'll have to remove the phantom of the sect's archway from Zhu Siniu's body before you can lift his silence."

Zhong Jinghuo was slightly taken aback, then cast a divine script on Zhu Siniu on the ground.

Unfortunately, the phantom image of the sect's archway pressing down on Zhu Siniu remained completely still.

Zhong Jinghuo frowned and tried another passage of divine text.

The phantom of the sect's archway remained motionless, while Zhu Siniu, who was being pressed down, whimpered in pain, his eyebrows and eyes twisted to one side.

Zhong Jinghuo's face flushed, and he dared not release any more divine inscriptions. He clenched his fist in anger and demanded, "What's going on?"

"Still asking? Yanzi must have known you'd find a way to solve it, so he changed a few 'god' characters." Huo Erdan sneered, his eyes narrowing with schadenfreude. "I advise you not to try. Wait for Yanzi to come out first! Otherwise, you'll only make things worse and might even aggravate Zhu Siniu's injuries!"

Zhao Mingtong glanced at him skeptically, then frowned in confusion and stepped forward: "I'll give it a try."