Chapter 386: The Word with a Bid of 35,000,000 was Written by Me_1

"Hahaha..."

Jiang Qingwu burst into laughter.

Even Su Qinwei and the others couldn’t help but snicker along.

Yin Tian mocked the man before him, "So, if you want to live long, you’d better not meddle in others’ business."

"You!"

The man clenched his teeth before giving Yin Tian a cold look, "What’s the use of talking so much? You just don’t dare, how ridiculous."

"I don’t have to write anything, but could you please evaluate this piece of calligraphy of mine?"

"Zhang Shuhao! Don’t go too far!"

Fan Mingyuan shouted out without hesitation.

However, Yin Tian shook his head at Fan Mingyuan, then looked back at Zhang Shuhao, "Do you really want my evaluation?"

"Of course."

Zhang Shuhao spoke proudly.

But immediately after, he saw Yin Tian grab the piece of calligraphy he had written, crumple it up, wipe his shoes with it, and casually toss it to the ground.

"You! What the fuck are you doing?"

Zhang Shuhao was instantly infuriated, rushing over to pick up the crumpled paper and carefully unfolding it.

The paper was so wrinkled that it was all blurred, the writing on it barely distinguishable.

"Didn’t you ask for my evaluation? My evaluation is that your piece of calligraphy is trash. The paper, though, is quite good; perfect for cleaning shoes."

Yin Tian looked at Zhang Shuhao with a smile and asked, "Do all you cultured people start cursing with ’motherfucker’?"

"You madman!"

Zhang Shuhao glared at Yin Tian, his eyes turning red.

The piece of calligraphy he had just written was inspired by the previous divine work; it had been written in a moment of insight.

Even if he had to write it again, he wasn’t sure he could recapture that mood.

Now that Yin Tian had destroyed it, wasn’t his chance to become a disciple of Sir Wang ruined?

"Why so agitated?"

Yin Tian spoke in a light tone, with a smile on his lips, "Don’t tell me you really thought that with that piece of calligraphy, you could beat everyone. How ridiculous!"

With these words, he stood up and walked toward the crowd, "I only wanted to enjoy the show, but since you seem so unwilling to accept, let me make you convinced beyond doubt."

Seeing Yin Tian join the fray, Fan Mingyuan’s eyes lit up.

As a disciple of Sir Wang, he naturally knew that the "Seven Kills Stele" was created by Yin Tian.

He had been regretting not being beside Yin Tian when he wrote earlier in the day, but now he hadn’t expected to get another opportunity in the evening!

Even the second brother among The Four Sages was enthusiastic.

Despite his grudge against Yin Tian, he had to admit he respected Yin Tian’s calligraphic skill.

Zhang Shuhao followed behind Yin Tian, a disdainful sneer on his face.

He stood with his hands on his hips, staring intently at Yin Tian, "I’m really curious to see what you can write!"

Yin Tian didn’t speak; he just picked up the brush and began to write on the paper.

Yin Tian’s movements were casual, and his brush strokes were incredibly unrestrained. Soon, a character began to take shape.

As Yin Tian was about to finish the last two strokes, an idea struck him.

The final two strokes of that character should be a downward flick followed by a dot. But as he made the flick, his brush didn’t leave the paper. Instead, he dragged it outward until his hand swung into midair.

Zhang Shuhao was standing right beside Yin Tian, and by the time he realized he should dodge, it was already too late.

Swoosh!

The tip of the brush went directly from Zhang Shuhao’s chin, upwards across his mouth, nose, and up to the hairline. Only then did Yin Tian stop the brush and casually dot the final mark on the paper.

Zhang Shuhao felt an immense humiliation and kept wiping his face, but the ink was difficult to wash off. The more he wiped, the larger the smudge on his face grew.

At the same time, he heard the surrounding crowd gasp in astonishment.

Zhang Shuhao ignored his face and instead opened his eyes to look at the character on the table.

The word ’Scram’ entered his sight.

Suddenly, everything else disappeared from his view, leaving only the word ’Scram’ in the universe.

"Scram!"

It was like the sound of the great dao booming in his ears; he actually staggered and fell flat on his rear.

Laughter erupted from the crowd. After a few seconds of stun, Zhang Shuhao finally snapped back to reality and quickly scrambled up from the ground.

Although the meaning of the word wasn’t very nice,

It was indeed a well-written character.

It was just that the final flick had affected the overall aesthetic.

"Good writing! Looking at this character, I even feel like someone is actually cursing at me to scram..."

"Don’t say that, I feel it too."

"But this guy is just too weak, getting scared to the ground like that."

The audience was talking amongst themselves, some of them mocking the man.

Zhang Shuhao couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at the character on the table, not expecting this young man before him to possess such skill!

"So, are you convinced now?"

Yin Tian asked, a smile on his face.

Outside the crowd, the second brother showed a look of sympathy.

Seeing this man reminded him of himself at that art exhibition.

Only, it seemed this guy was even more pathetic.

Yin Tian glanced at Zhang Shuhao, who was still in shock, reached out, patted the man’s shoulder, and said, "I already told you, your calligraphy is not up to par."

"Oh, and let me tell you something else."

"The piece that you bid 35 million for earlier was also written by me."