Divine Level Witch Doctor

Ye Feng clearly didn’t believe Zhao Yuan and just assumed he was bluffing. He sneered, ”A set of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills for every single person? That’s an outrageous boast.”

”Is it outrageous?” Zhao Yuan glanced around, doing a quick headcount. ”There are only about forty or fifty people here. One set per person is just forty or fifty sets. What’s so outrageous about that?”

In the past, producing so many sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills at once would have indeed been difficult. After all, back then, Zhao Yuan could only make a few dozen boxes of Soul-Stabilizing Incense at a time. But things were different now that he had a factory. Its daily output was over a thousand boxes. The only reason they were always in short supply was because demand far outstripped production.

Ye Feng sneered nonstop. ”Give you an inch and you take a mile, huh? Fine. Go on, then. Bring out your forty or fifty sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills.”

Zhao Yuan nodded. ”I’ll just make a call and have them sent over.” He took out his phone, dialed Fang Yi’s number, and after giving him the address, he gave the order: ”I need you to immediately send fifty... no, one hundred sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills to this location!”

Fang Yi agreed without a moment’s hesitation. ”Got it. I’ll deliver them myself.”

”The sooner, the better,” Zhao Yuan added.

”Understood!” Fang Yi responded.

Ye Feng didn’t know who Zhao Yuan had called, but he found the whole thing ridiculous. He huffed, ”What an act. You think one phone call is going to get you a hundred sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills? Are you kidding me? What, do you think your family makes the stuff?”

This time, he’d actually hit the nail on the head. The Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills *were* his business, after all.

Zhao Yuan just smiled, not bothering to argue.

However, Ye Feng’s words resonated with many of the guests. They all thought Zhao Yuan was bluffing. After all, ever since the Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills were released, no one had ever managed to buy even two or three sets at once, let alone a hundred!

”You’re not planning on buying some counterfeits to try and pass them off as the real thing, are you?” Chang Yun said with a sneer. When it came to tearing Zhao Yuan down, he and Ye Feng were on a united front.

Zhao Yuan responded, ”You can verify for yourselves whether they’re fake or not when they arrive.”

Ye Feng asked again, ”So when exactly will these hundred sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills get here? They’re not going to ’conveniently’ show up after the birthday party is over and everyone has left, are they?”

Zhao Yuan shook his head. ”It won’t take that long. Half an hour, tops.”

Zhao Yuan’s calm confidence was unsettling to Ye Feng, who couldn’t help but wonder, ’Why isn’t he panicking in the slightest? He even promised they’d be here in half an hour. Could he really have a connection to get his hands on Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills? But even if he does, there’s no way he could get a hundred sets. That’s just an insane amount!’

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He just couldn’t figure it out.

’Whatever. I’m done thinking about it. I’ll just wait and see how he plans to clean up this mess in half an hour!’

Pushing the distracting thoughts from his mind for the moment, Ye Feng said, ”Didn’t you say you also had a piece of calligraphy for Grandpa Lin? Well? Where is it? And don’t say I didn’t warn you—Grandpa Lin is no ordinary man. Not only does he have an incredibly discerning eye, but he’s also a master calligrapher in his own right. If that piece of yours is anything less than stellar, you’d be better off not bringing it out just to embarrass yourself.”

”Thank you for the reminder, Ye Feng.” Zhao Yuan tilted his head in thought for a moment before saying, ”I’m not sure what level my calligraphy would be considered, but I’m confident it’s at least a fair bit better than the piece you just gave!”

Ye Feng’s expression instantly darkened. He sneered, ”That piece was by Master Lan Wenbin! In the world of modern calligraphy, it’s considered a first-rate masterpiece. You’re saying your gift is better than that? Don’t tell me it’s a work by one of the top masters, like He Junwu or Wei Chengyu?”

Lin Liangzhe’s eyes instantly lit up.

But Zhao Yuan shook his head. ”It’s not.”

Ye Feng breathed a quiet sigh of relief. ”Aside from those top masters, I really can’t think of anyone whose calligraphy could possibly surpass Master Lan Wenbin’s! So where is your piece? Hurry up and bring it out for Grandpa Lin to appraise.”

Zhao Yuan smiled and turned to Lin Liangzhe. ”Grandpa Lin, do you happen to have a brush, ink, and paper here?”

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

Lin Liangzhe said, puzzled, ”I do, but... what do you need a brush, ink, and paper for?”

Zhao Yuan answered, ”To write a piece of calligraphy for you, of course. Didn’t I say I was going to give you a piece?”

”You mean... you’re going to write a piece for me right here on the spot?” Lin Liangzhe’s jaw dropped in astonishment. ”The calligraphy you were just talking about, the one that’s supposedly better than Lan Wenbin’s... you’re saying you wrote it yourself?”

”That’s right!” Zhao Yuan nodded.

Ye Feng, who was standing to the side, couldn’t help but burst out laughing. ”Fellow student Zhao Yuan, you really know how to talk big, don’t you? Bragging about a hundred sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills wasn’t enough, so now you’re claiming your own calligraphy surpasses Master Lan Wenbin’s. Heh, have you no shame? You have to understand, Master Lan Wenbin has been practicing since he was a child. He’s been at it for decades, studying all the great schools of thought before achieving his current skill. How old are you? Even if you started practicing in your mother’s womb, you couldn’t possibly be better than Master Lan Wenbin!”

Unfazed by the mockery, Zhao Yuan simply replied, ”For some things, hard work isn’t enough. It comes down to talent.”

Seeing how confident he was, Lin Liangzhe’s interest was piqued, and he immediately led Zhao Yuan into his study.

The crowd trailed after them, eager to see if Zhao Yuan’s calligraphy was really as good as he claimed—better, even, than a famous master’s.

With the paper laid out and the ink ground, Zhao Yuan gripped the brush and secretly activated the Thought Borrowing Technique. In an instant, all the knowledge and skills related to calligraphy stored within the Information Leaf flooded his body.

At this, Lin Liangzhe shook his head.

Just from the way Zhao Yuan ground the ink and held the brush, he could tell that even if the young man knew any calligraphy, his skill level had to be extremely limited.

’He doesn’t even have the basics of grinding ink and holding a brush down. How skilled could he possibly be?’

With a sigh, Lin Liangzhe decided to stop Zhao Yuan before he could defile his study. But just as the words reached his lips, before he could speak, he was startled to realize that the very aura around Zhao Yuan had changed!

Lin Liangzhe’s jaw dropped. Before he could recover from his shock, he saw Zhao Yuan’s brush begin to move, dancing across the white paper like a soaring dragon as he wrote with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, four words leaped onto the paper: Growing Stronger With Age!

”This calligraphy!”

Lin Liangzhe stared at the four words on the paper and felt as if they were radiating a brilliant light, so bright it almost blinded him, so powerful it made him want to fall to his knees and worship them.

”Perfection!”