The Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 101: The Promise

As the crowd watched as Qin Wentian personally handed the painting over to Mu Rou, they could not help but secretly sigh. This guy was actually willing to give you the painting. They could not help Mu Rou's jealousy.

Naturally, this proved that what he said earlier was true. This Divine Inscription painting was something that he had actually created. Otherwise, why would he be willing to give it as a gift.

"Good girl was born from the Mu Clan." An old figure smiled at Mu Rou. After noticing this figure, Mu Rou involuntarily felt her heart tremble in shock. This person had an extraordinary status in the Royal Capital.

Not just him, some of those who came today came from prestigious backgrounds. There were even some level 3 Divine Inscriptions mixed within the crowd.

"Haha, Son of the Mu Clan. Not bad. ”Other figures laugh. Mu Rou slightly bowed to everyone who spoke, showing her respect.

Suddenly, Mu Rou had become the focus of everyone's attention, making her a little overwhelmed from all the attention.

"Mu Rou, for this painting, why don't you sell it to me?"

The ordinary-looking old man wearing a simple robe once again spoke. The volume of his voice was not very good but when his voice sounded, his voice seemed to have a mystical element that suppressed the other voices in the hall.

Mu Rou glanced over and after noticing the attitude of the surrounding gunsmiths towards the old man, she guessed that besides having an incredible background, she should also be someone highly respected. Unknowingly, he glanced at Qin Wentian.

"Little girl, you must understand the logic of holding this painting. Even the Elders of your academy all have hearts filled with greed, not to mention the others. If this painting remains yours, I fear it will only bring you endless trouble, "continue the old man.

Although his words were not pleasant to hear, Mu Rou understood that it was true. The elder from the Royal Academy had a bad-looking expression on his face. Today, all of his faces have been discarded.

Mu Rou was silent for a moment. This gift was something Qin Wentian had given her for her birthday. It wouldn't be too good if he traded the painting for wealth. But since keeping it was also not an option, what should he do?

Not to mention these random people. His clan would also no doubt order him to flip the painting. If that was the case, how could he not obey?

Qin Wentian slightly nodded in response to Mu Rou's tacit question.

Qin Wentian had experienced it deeply with regards to the betrayal that humans were capable of. If this painting were not known to the public, there would be no problem at all. But now that it had managed to create such a wave of commotion, if the gift still belonged to Mu Rou, it would definitely be a disaster and not a fortune.

Mu Rou understood Qin Wentian's intent, as she replied. “This world has incredible value in my heart. What will senior use in return if I am willing to sell it? "

The old man glanced at Mu Rou, and he replied after a moment of silence. “A promise from me. I promise to complete the task for you, regardless of what it is. "

If this sentence was spoken by someone else, the crowd would definitely rave at the speaker in ridicule. However, as the old man said these words, silence descended on the gallery. Especially for those who knew the identity of the old man, their hearts trembled involuntarily.

Sometimes, even wealth will not be able to get an appointment. Especially the promise of the old man.

At this moment, no one dared to stand up and compete to paint with the old man.

Mu Rou's face froze as she hesitated, only to hear a voice drifting from her back. "Mu Rou, agree to the terms."

The owner of this voice appeared on Mu Rou's side. And when he saw that figure, he could not help but reveal a shocked expression.

"Dad."

"Hm." Mu Rou's father nodded. "Again to her."

"okay." Noticing the serious expression on his father's face, Mu Rou turned her gaze towards the old man. "Senior, I agree."

The old man nodded lightly as he declared. "Your clan members should know where to find me."

"true." Mu Rou walked forward and handed the painting to the old man.

After receiving the painting, the old man glanced at Qin Wentian as a smile could be seen on his face.

“Young generation is scary indeed. Little one, keep working hard. Your future is unlimited. When you have free time, you can always find this old man to chat with. ”

The old man nodded to Qin Wentian before leaving.

However, his parting words caused an uproar among the remaining crowd.

The first half of his words praised Qin Wentian. The last half meant that Qin Wentian was welcome to meet him whenever he wanted.

The audience was all clear about what those words showed. One should know that among the crowd, there were even some tier 3 Divine Inscriptionists who would not be able to have the chance to meet the old man, even if they were to beg for him.

But before the old man left, he actually said that if there was time, Qin Wentian would be welcomed to meet him for a chat!

In addition to the overwhelming shock in their hearts, many people also felt pity. That heaven-defying creation, there would be no chance for them to see it in the future.

"Mu Rou, you're having trouble during this period of time. Come home with me after this, okay? "Mu Rou's father told Mu Rou.

Glancing at his father, Mu Rou felt aversion in his heart.

"Don't worry. As for the cultivation resources kept secret by your clan, you will be duly compensated for all of them. "Mu Rou's father gently smiled. Mu Rou froze. Was this all because of the old man's promise? If that was the case, wasn't it because of Qin Wentian?

"okay." Glancing at Qin Wentian, he added. "I'll be back first."

"true." Qin Wentian smiled.

Mu Rou's father also smiled in response and nodded lightly to Qin Wentian before leaving the hall with Mu Rou.

At this time, Qin Wentian was also preparing to leave. Although there were many people here, they did not welcome his presence.

However, before he left, Qin Wentian turned his gaze to that Elder from before. He calmly stated.

"i have a question for you. Are all the Elders in the Royal Academy as shameless as you? "

After finishing that sentence, Qin Wentian walked away. His farewell words were targeted at the Elder's shameful words from before. Are all the students of the Star Emperor Academy as shameless as you?

The embarrassing tone of the sentence included the entirety of Emperor Star Academy. Qin Wentian would naturally remember him.

The parting words he left behind at this moment were akin to a loud slap on the Elder's face.

Not long ago, when Qin Wentian declared that the Divine Inscription painting was his, many tried to complicate it, ridiculing it with ridicule and even humiliating it.

The best answer to answer this type of person is to slap their face with reality.

As Qin Wentian walked towards the exit, the crowd automatically opened a path for him. Many of them with extraordinary statuses started to surround him, wanting to have a chance to chat with him.

Naturally, among them were a few gunsmiths who had encountered obstacles with regards to their understanding of the Divine Traces. If they could make friends and interact in the future with the youths who created the heaven-defying Divine Traces, it would definitely help them greatly in the future.

'The 'Solid' from before somehow gained such an important status. Even if it was not because of his talent in inscriptions, just his talent for cultivating alone was enough to make others respect him.

Ye Zhan and Liu Yan stood together. The two watched silently as Qin Wentian walked past them.

Qin Wentian was chatting with the people around him with a smile on his face. He did not even glance towards them. Perhaps, they no longer had the qualifications to attract Qin Wentian's attention. The arrogance that Ye Zhan had when he first arrived was now shattered into nothingness.

Especially Liu Yan. He stood with his head lowered, not daring to make a sound. Perhaps, they were truly people who had different worlds.

Ye Zhan's face was filled with anger and even some traces of regret. Previously, Qin Wentian had no interaction with him but also never humiliated him. But due to the arrogance in his heart, he chose to offend her.

What value did Ye Zhan have? In the Ye Clan, there were many young people who were many times more talented than him. If not for the support of his clan, he would have been evaluated as completely worthless. Just Qin Wentian's hard work and talent alone had left Ye Zhan far behind in the dust.

This comparison was like a blade mercilessly piercing his heart. However, Ye Zhan forcefully suppressed the emotions of self-pity deep within him.

In reality, Qin Wentian had never even bothered comparing himself to him, because in Qin Wentian's eyes, Ye Zhan was never someone important.

Other than Ye Zhan, Murin and Gretchen also felt like this.

He had never had anything other than contempt for Qin Wentian. But after today, he realized that his talent that he was so proud of was just trash in front of him. Be it combat ability or talent in comprehending inscriptions, Qin Wentian easily destroyed it.

The representative from the Sky Transport Network quietly left as well, while Xue Yuan stood still, not even daring to make a sound.

The Elder of the Royal Academy glared at him as he angrily scolded, "Look at what you've done."

At this moment, Elder really wanted to let go of all the humiliation and anger he felt today in Xue Yuan.

Xue Yuan looked down in silence. Although he was wrong on his part, the Elder had no right to criticize him like this.

Using his status as an Elder of the academy to borrow the painting from him, how could he possibly dare to disagree? And as for the events that followed, weren't they all caused by pride and his own decisions? It has nothing to do with him at all.

Mu Rou could criticize him all he wanted, but this Elder did not have the right to do so.

However, this world was never based on logic. Facing the heavy hardships of the Elders, as an ordinary student in the Royal Academy, he could only quietly endure it. Isn't this a form of tragedy?