Wan Feng was taken aback by these words.

He immediately sneered and turned to look at Shen Zhenguo, curling his lips and mocking, "Old man, you can't be so biased, even if you want to save face for that waste Jiang Chen, you can't just throw around such high praise. And right in front of Mr. Pang Boyuan, too. How do you expect Mr. Pang to feel about this? He..."

"You're talking bullshit!" But before he could finish, Shen Zhenguo cut him off with a curse, then sneered, "Are you blind? My eyes certainly are not!"

"Mr. Shen, you..." Wan Feng was stunned by the insult, never expecting Shen Zhenguo to publicly scold him for Jiang Chen's sake.

"Indeed, it is a good piece of writing!" But before Wan Feng could finish his sentence, Pang Boyuan beside him also exclaimed, "Bravo! This is genuinely good writing! Ah... I, Pang Boyuan, am humbled!"

What?

Wan Feng was truly dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the sincere-looking Pang Boyuan, then suddenly jolted, flipped over the calligraphy in his hands, and took a look!

Ah?!

Wan Feng was shocked!

Shocked so deeply that his mouth hung open, he stared in disbelief!

This, this writing... was really... too good!

Even as an amateur, he could tell at a glance that this writing was genuinely good!

The strokes were sharp and seemed divinely inspired as if there was a charm imbued within them that captivated anyone who looked!

It was indescribably good! Far better than what Pang Boyuan had written just now!

"What fine writing!"

"Truly fine writing indeed!"

"No wonder Mr. Jiang sent over his own piece of writing, turns out he's a master calligrapher himself!"

"Even Mr. Pang admits his inferiority, must be a top-tier master, right?"

At this point, everyone in the banquet hall changed their tune, all of them exclaiming in astonishment.

They couldn't deny it, the writing spoke for itself. It was excellent!

Gong Lin was also taken aback. She looked up at the scroll and her eyes instantly lit up, and a look of surprised delight spread across her face, her heart finally settling.

This guy, he had such a skill, why didn't he tell me earlier, making me worry for so long, really! But... this writing is truly beautiful!

Unable to help herself, Gong Lin felt a surge of joy and couldn't help but look up proudly at Wan Feng, "Wan Feng, have you nothing to say now? Is my husband's calligraphy not well done?"

Wan Feng's face turned red, and with a wave of his hand, he yelled, "Impossible! This is definitely not written by that damn Jiang Chen, he must have had a master calligrapher create it and then claimed it as his own!"

"This... could be possible!"

"Yeah, I've never heard of a master calligrapher named Jiang Chen. If it really were his work, he would've been famous already, wouldn't he?"

"Yeah, isn't this, this really him fraudulently claiming the work as his own?"

People around nodded, casting doubt upon the author of the writing.

"Who said that good writing must be famous!"

But at that moment, suddenly a detached voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see a young man entering the banquet hall from the entrance.

"Jiang Chen."

Gong Lin rushed forward with delight.

With a slight smile towards Gong Lin, Jiang Chen walked toward Shen Zhenguo.

"Is that Jiang Chen?"

"So young? Couldn't be a master calligrapher, right?"

"Definitely not, he must have fraudulently claimed it!"

Upon seeing Jiang Chen himself, the people in the banquet hall grew even more disbelieving that the piece of writing was his.

"Mr. Shen, I wish you longevity and prosperity!" Jiang Chen snatched the scroll from Wan Feng's hands, turned, and handed it to Shen Zhenguo with a light chuckle.

"Good, good, good, Mr. Jiang has been thoughtful, this writing is truly fine!" Shen Zhenguo said, receiving the scroll with a joyful expression.

Wan Feng's eyes darted around, and he burst out shouting, "Jiang Chen, if you say you wrote this, then prove it and write another one on the spot!"

Shen Zhenguo, Gong Lin, and a few others were startled. In fact, they didn't really believe that Jiang Chen had written it, considering he was too young. They had refrained from saying anything out of consideration for Jiang Chen's feelings, but now that Wan Feng was challenging Jiang Chen to write on the spot, it was like asking him to embarrass himself!

"No need, this piece of writing will suffice!" Shen Zhenguo interjected to stop him.

Gong Lin gave Jiang Chen a glance, looking at him with slight concern.

Jiang Chen patted Gong Lin's hand, gave her a reassuring look, and turned to gaze at the desk that Pang Boyuan had just used for writing. Because Wan Feng wouldn't let go of Gong Lin, the desk had not yet been taken away.

"Alright! If I must write, then I'll write!" Jiang Chen said meaningfully as he cast a glance at Wan Feng and stepped towards the desk, picking up the brush to start writing.

Shen Zhenguo and the others were taken aback; they hadn't expected Jiang Chen to actually write. It was too late to stop him now—doing so would be a direct affront!

The audience in the banquet hall was also surprised, gathering around Jiang Chen to watch him write.

Jiang Chen stood beside the desk, collected his thoughts, and poised his brush in the air.

Then, he quietly circulated his Cultivation Technique inside him.

A faint glow of blood seeped into his palm.

It was at that moment!

When Jiang Chen set the brush down, it was decisive, bearing the weight of a thousand jun!

Ink spread on the paper like an unfolding inky plum blossom.

"Excellent!"

"What a piece of writing!"

"He really wrote that!"

"This writing is magnificent! Absolutely the work of a master calligrapher!"

With the dragon-and-snake prowess of his pen, Jiang Chen wrote only the character 'Wan', and exclamations of awe burst forth from the banquet hall crowd.

It was perfect!

Identical to the character 'Wan' on the scroll, unmistakably from the same hand.

Just this single character was already proof enough!

Wan Feng's face was a mask of disbelief as he stared at the colossal character 'Wan' on the paper, utterly shocked in his heart.

How could this be? Wasn't he just a good-for-nothing living off a woman, at best a nouveau riche? How could he possibly possess such powerful brushwork?

This was truly the stroke of a top calligraphy master!

Yet Jiang Chen didn't stop. He looked up at Wan Feng, his lips curving into a smile, and lowered his brush again.

Next, the bold character 'Feng' appeared on the paper.

Jiang Chen put the brush aside, picked up the paper, and threw it directly at Wan Feng: "I'll gift you this piece of writing!"

"Pfft—"

The crowd was momentarily stunned, and some couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wan Feng, wasn't that the same as Wan Feng?

"Jiang Chen..."

Wan Feng was so furious that he howled and raised his hand to tear up the 'Wan Feng' writing.

"Hehe, my wife, isn't he quite mad?" Jiang Chen said, beaming and without intervening, instead turning to Gong Lin and asking casually with a smile.

"Isn't that the truth, Wan Feng, alright." Gong Lin replied in kind, laughing along.

"Hahaha…"

The crowd couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

Shen Zhenguo did not intervene; he had long been displeased with Wan Feng, and this mockery was exactly to his liking.

"You!" Wan Feng was so angry that his face turned red before darkening considerably, and with a sinister look, he glanced at Jiang Chen. His eyes shifted as he pulled a brocaded box from his pocket, opened it, and showed it to everyone: "Hmph, what's the use of good writing if it doesn't have any value as a gift? This is the Soul-nurturing Jade I've prepared for Mr. Shen, worth thirty million. Can you match that?"

Inside the brocaded box, an oval jade stone lay quietly, emitting a faint luminescence.

At that, the laughter among the crowd was abruptly silenced.

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