The crowd in the Exhibition Hall personally witnessed Qin Wentian gifting the painting to Mu Rou, as they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. This fellow was truly willing to part with the painting, causing many to feel jealous of Mu Rou.
Naturally, such a scene also proved Qin Wentian's words. This Divine Inscription painting was indeed inscribed by him. If not, why would he gift it to someone else?
"The Mu Residence has given birth to a good lass." An elder smiled and nodded to Mu Rou. Upon seeing this elder, Mu Rou couldn't help but be startled. This elder had an extraordinary status in the Royal Capital.
Not only him, there were many people here today who all had extraordinary statuses. There were even quite a few 3rd-ranked Grandmasters among them.
"Haha, lass from the Mu Residence, not bad." Another person laughed. Mu Rou bowed to those who spoke, showing her respect.
Momentarily, Mu Rou became the focal point of the crowd. Such a scene caused Mu Rou to feel even more moved in her heart.
"Lass Mu, sell this painting to me."
That ordinary-looking elder spoke again. His voice wasn't loud, but as the sound of his voice faded, there seemed to be a mysterious energy that suppressed all the noises in the Great Hall.
Mu Rou glanced at that elder. She could tell from the attitude of the surrounding weaponsmiths towards this elder that this person was definitely not an ordinary person. She couldn't help but cast a glance at Qin Wentian.
"Lass, you should understand the logic of treasuring a jade ring a crime. Even as an elder of the Royal Academy, I'm afraid that even you, an elder of the Royal Academy, would covet this painting, let alone others. If this painting were to be placed in your possession, it would only bring you undeserved calamity." That elder continued.
Although his words weren't very pleasing to the ears, there was indeed some logic behind it. The countenance of the elder of the Royal Academy changed, becoming somewhat unsightly. Today, he had truly lost all his face.
Mu Rou fell silent. This was a birthday gift from Qin Wentian. From the standpoint of a friend, it wasn't good for her to use this gift to exchange for wealth. However, just like what the elder had said, even if she wanted to keep this gift, would she be able to keep it?
Not to mention these outsiders, even her clan would probably order her to hand it over. If that was the case, how could she not comply?
When Qin Wentian saw Mu Rou looking at him, he gave her a slight nod.
Qin Wentian had already experienced the viciousness of the human heart. If this painting had not been exposed, perhaps it would not have been a big deal. However, since it had caused such a huge commotion, it was indeed a disaster and not a blessing for Mu Rou to keep this gift.
Mu Rou understood Qin Wentian's gaze. She said, "This gift is of great significance to me. What does Senior intend to use to exchange for it?"
The old man stared at Mu Rou. Seeing that Mu Rou had relented, he pondered for a moment before saying, "In exchange for a promise from me, you can ask me to do something for you in the future."
If it was someone else who said this, the crowd would probably laugh out loud. However, after the old man finished speaking, the entire place became exceptionally quiet. Especially those who knew the old man's identity, they were even more shocked.
Sometimes, a promise was worth more than any amount of wealth. This was especially true for a promise from this old man.
At this moment, no one dared to fight with the old man.
Mu Rou's eyes narrowed. Just as she was hesitating, a voice rang out, "Mu Rou, agree to him."
The owner of this voice walked to Mu Rou's side. Upon seeing him, Mu Rou's expression turned into one of shock.
"Father."
"Mhm." Mu Rou's father nodded. "Agree to him."
"Okay." Seeing the solemn expression on her father's face, Mu Rou turned to the old man and said, "Senior, I agree."
The old man lightly nodded his head before saying to her, "Your clan members should know how to find me."
"Okay." Mu Rou stepped forward and handed the painting over to the old man.
After receiving the painting, the old man glanced at Qin Wentian as a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
"The younger generation will surpass us in time. Little fellow, work hard and your future will be boundless. If you have the time, you can come and chat with this old man often."
The old man nodded his head at Qin Wentian before he left.
However, the words he said before he left caused great waves to surge in the hearts of many.
The first half of the sentence indicated that he was optimistic about Qin Wentian's future, while the second half indicated that Qin Wentian could look for him at any time.
The crowd was extremely clear on what this meant. One must know that there were some third-ranked weaponsmiths among them, but even if they went to the old man's doorstep and requested to see him, they might not even be able to see him.
But before the old man left, he told Qin Wentian that if he had the time, Qin Wentian could look for him and chat with him!
Other than shock, many people also felt that it was a pity. That topsy-turvy Divine Inscription painting, they would never have the chance to see it again in the future.
Unless, Qin Wentian was able to create another painting that was similar to this one.
"Mu Rou, you have suffered a lot during these few days. Come back to the clan with me," Mu Rou's father spoke to Mu Rou.
Glancing at her father, Mu Rou seemed to be somewhat unwilling.
"Don't worry, we will compensate you for all the resources the clan has deprived you of." Mu Rou's father laughed, causing Mu Rou's expression to stiffen. Was this all because of a promise from the old man? Or more accurately, was it because of Qin Wentian?
"Okay." Mu Rou glanced at Qin Wentian, "I will return first."
"Mhm." Qin Wentian nodded his head with a smile.
Mu Rou's father also smiled and nodded to Qin Wentian, before bringing Mu Rou away from the place.
Since the matter here was concluded, Qin Wentian also prepared to leave. There were many people here who didn't welcome him.
However, before he left, Qin Wentian's gaze landed on the Elder of the Royal Academy, as he calmly spoke.
"I have something to say to you. Are all the teachers of the Royal Academy as shameless as you?"
After saying this, Qin Wentian stepped out, heading towards the exit. This sentence was obviously directed at the humiliating words spoken by the Elder earlier. Are all the students of the Emperor Star Academy as shameless as you?
This humiliating sentence included the entire Emperor Star Academy. Naturally, Qin Wentian would remember it.
But now, his words were like a resounding slap to the Elder's face.
Not long ago, Qin Wentian had said that the Divine Inscription painting belonged to him. However, despite the Royal Academy making things difficult for him and humiliating him, Qin Wentian remained calm and indifferent.
The truth would give these people the best response. Now that the truth had been revealed, Qin Wentian's words were the most powerful.
Not only was it a slap to the Elder's face, it also caused those who had humiliated Qin Wentian to lose all face.
This time around, they had truly lost all face.
As Qin Wentian spoke, he walked out. The crowd automatically opened up a path for him, as several elders clustered around Qin Wentian, chatting with him.
Among them, there were many who had encountered bottlenecks in their comprehension of Divine Inscriptions, and it was extremely difficult for them to break through. Now that there was a young man with extraordinary attainments in Divine Inscriptions, if they could become friends and exchange their experiences in the future, it would be of great help to them.
Not long ago, this lonely young man, now had an unknowingly elevated status. Even in the Royal Academy, it was still so. If this was any other place, and considering the talent of this young man, it would be even more admirable.
Ye Zhan and Liu Yan stood together, as they personally witnessed Qin Wentian walking past them.
However, Qin Wentian had a smile on his face as he chatted with the people around him. He didn't even cast a glance at them. Maybe, they no longer had the qualifications to attract Qin Wentian's attention. The arrogance they had when they first arrived was now completely shattered.
Especially Liu Yan, at this moment, she lowered her head and didn't say anything. Maybe, they were people from different worlds.
Ye Zhan's countenance was filled with rage, so much so that his expression was contorted. In truth, Qin Wentian had never interacted with him before, nor had he ever humiliated him. His rage and contortion might have originated from the fact that his pride had been ruthlessly trampled on, yet he was unwilling to admit this inferiority complex in his heart.
What did he, Ye Zhan, count for? In the Ye Clan, there were many more outstanding youths that were more outstanding than him. If he left the Ye Clan, he might be nothing. But now, looking at Qin Wentian's glory, just based on his own hard work and talent, Ye Zhan was no match for him.
This kind of comparison caused Ye Zhan to feel a sense of inferiority in the depths of his heart, yet he suppressed this feeling of inferiority.
In fact, he had never thought that Qin Wentian would never compare himself to him. In Qin Wentian's eyes, he, Ye Zhan, was never an important character.
Other than Ye Zhan, Gretchen, who was standing behind Murin, also had a similar feeling.
She had once looked down on Qin Wentian. She was once a lofty and lofty existence. But now, in front of Qin Wentian, she could only stand behind Murin and watch Qin Wentian blossom with his brilliance.
That self-satisfied pride of hers, in front of Qin Wentian, wasn't even worth mentioning.
His combat prowess had long been proven. As for his talent in weaponsmithing? That Divine Inscription painting was more than enough to shatter the pride in her heart.
The people from the Sky Transport Network apologized and silently left. Xue Yuan stood there, not daring to speak.
The Elder from the Royal Academy stared at her, his countenance ashen as he angrily berated, "This is your fault."
At this moment, it was as though he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had suffered on this student, using this as a pretext to redeem his own face in front of everyone.
Xue Yuan lowered her head in shame, not daring to speak. In fact, although she was in the wrong in this matter, the Elder had no qualifications to criticize her.
As an Elder of the Royal Academy, how could she not agree to the Divine Inscription painting? As for what happened after that, it was all the Elder's own decision. It had nothing to do with her.
Mu Rou could criticize her, but this Elder had no grounds to do so.
However, in this world, there was no such thing as logic. No matter how severe the Elder's criticism was, as an ordinary student of the Royal Academy, she could only accept it. Wasn't this a form of sorrow?
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