Chapter 100

Xueyan had left this place, but as she strolled through the Royal Academy, she noticed many people heading towards the Exhibition Hall. It was said that someone from the Imperial Star Academy had the audacity to cause trouble, claiming that the divine pattern scroll belonged to him.

Such words made Xueyan's heart race, and she immediately rushed to the Exhibition Hall. There, she overheard a conversation between her teacher and Qin Wentian, as well as the arrival of people from the Heavenly Destiny Workshop. At that moment, she was among the crowd, her face slightly pale.

Not only her, but everyone from the Royal Academy in the Exhibition Hall also wore strange expressions, looking at the person in charge of the Heavenly Destiny Workshop. However, that person could only smile bitterly, not expecting such a coincidence to create this situation.

"Are you joking?" The elder of the Royal Academy said with a stern face, addressing the person, "This divine pattern scroll belongs to Xueyan, a student of the Royal Academy. I borrowed it from her."

"How could the Heavenly Destiny Workshop make a mistake? This item was indeed entrusted to us for delivery, received from Qin Wentian of the Imperial Star Academy. We originally planned to deliver it to Miss Murou, but since she wasn't at her residence, the delivery person asked if Xueyan could help receive it on her behalf. Xueyan agreed, so we felt safe letting her take it," the person said with a bitter smile, causing the crowd to stiffen. So, was what Qin Wentian said true?

Was this item a gift he intended to give to Murou?

Murou's beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced at Qin Wentian beside her. This guy actually gave her such a valuable gift, and she was secretly delighted. After all, her birthday this year had been particularly cold.

"Where is Xueyan?" The elder's gaze swept over the crowd, and Xueyan, with a pale face, stepped forward, head lowered. "Teacher, this is indeed something I received on behalf of Murou, and I planned to return it to her today."

Seeing Xueyan admit it in person, the last bit of doubt in everyone's mind was dispelled. The divine pattern scroll was indeed owned by Qin Wentian.

The entire Exhibition Hall fell into a brief silence.

Murou glanced at Xueyan, her expression showing disappointment. No wonder Xueyan suddenly changed her attitude towards her. She never expected Xueyan to be so shameless, taking the divine pattern scroll Qin Wentian intended for her.

"You claim this divine pattern scroll is your work. Then, can you create another scroll to prove your words?" After a moment of silence, the elder of the Royal Academy, unable to save face, spoke to Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian raised an eyebrow, looking at the other person with a strange expression.

"The Heavenly Destiny Workshop has testified, and Xueyan has admitted it herself. You still refuse to acknowledge it. I've never met someone like you before," Qin Wentian said with a cold smile. "Why should I create a scroll for you to see? Are we that familiar?"

The other person was speechless, unable to refute Qin Wentian's words. Those who had mocked Qin Wentian earlier now kept quiet.

The more the Royal Academy had insulted Qin Wentian, the louder the slap to their face now.

"May I ask, Elder of the Royal Academy, can I have my item back?" Qin Wentian asked calmly, walking towards the scroll. Earlier, he had been stopped from even approaching the scroll, and the other person had told him to stand at the back.

But now, the scroll belonged to Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian walked to the divine pattern scroll and rolled it up. At that moment, a weapon master beside him smiled and asked, "Young brother, is this divine pattern scroll really your work?"

"I'm not sure," Qin Wentian smiled, realizing he had underestimated the value of the scroll. Since the other person doubted it, he didn't bother to explain further.

"Master Qin, I'm Yan Ye. I hope we can exchange ideas someday."

"Ha, Brother Qin, I'm Lu Feng, a guest of the Divine Weapon Pavilion. I've long heard of your name and must get to know you this time."

At that moment, many people approached Qin Wentian, speaking to him politely.

"I don't dare to be called a master. Just call me Wentian."

"It's my honor to exchange ideas with a senior."

Qin Wentian smiled and responded to everyone's greetings, showing great humility. These people were all extraordinary, and getting to know them would certainly be beneficial.

"Before, I didn't believe the rumors. I thought how could a teenager in his teens create a third-stage divine pattern. Now, seeing this divine pattern scroll with my own eyes, I realize there's always someone better. Talent is indeed a wondrous thing. I fear I will never be able to create such a divine pattern scroll in my lifetime," an elder sighed.

"Indeed, ha, we can't be too self-important or overly proud of our own work. Wentian, did you create this divine pattern scroll yourself?" someone asked Qin Wentian, who was now surrounded by people, feeling a bit bitter.

But this scene made the Royal Academy even more embarrassed. Was this really the Royal Academy? It seemed more like Qin Wentian's home, with many senior figures seeking his favor.

"The connections of a powerful weapon master are indeed terrifying," many people thought.

In the Chu Kingdom, there's a saying: never offend a powerful weapon master. It's said that in the capital of the Chu Kingdom, a leader of a sect once insulted a weapon master who was skilled in crafting but weak in strength. A few days later, his sect was besieged by a group of experts, and he was killed, shocking the Chu Kingdom.

"By chance, I had an epiphany and created this scroll. I guess I was just lucky," Qin Wentian smiled, and though the others' expressions didn't change, they were even more shocked. They no longer doubted his words.

In the Chu Kingdom, no one had ever heard of anyone creating such a divine pattern scroll. Now, a young genius had created this miracle.

"Little brother, can you sell me this divine pattern scroll?"

At that moment, a sudden voice rang out. The crowd turned to see a very ordinary-looking old man. However, those who knew him changed their expressions slightly. He was actually interested in this divine pattern scroll.

"Yes, if you're willing to sell it, the Star River Guild is willing to make an offer," Mu Qing said, catching Qin Wentian's attention.

Mu Qing hadn't expected the divine pattern scroll to be Qin Wentian's work. Thinking back to when Qin Wentian had refused to become his disciple, he felt a deep resentment. The growth of this young man was faster than he had anticipated, and if this continued, he would pose a real threat.

As for the scroll, Vice President Zuo Yin had specifically instructed him to obtain it. However, he was frustrated that it belonged to Qin Wentian, so he had to speak up.

"Do you want it?" Qin Wentian looked at Mu Qing.

Mu Qing nodded, "As long as you name the price, I'll pay it."

He believed that even if he and Qin Wentian were enemies, it wouldn't hinder a mutually beneficial exchange.

"I want your arm. Will you give it to me?" Qin Wentian said calmly, causing Mu Qing's face to turn cold.

Qin Wentian didn't look at him again. This proud Master Mu Qing would eventually pay for his past actions, and that day wouldn't be far off.

He believed that his current status in the weapon crafting world had already surpassed Mu Qing's.

Qin Wentian looked at the person beside Mu Qing and said, "I once had a sincere heart to become a guest of the Star River Guild, but that heart was coldly betrayed by Mu Qing. Of course, I believe this has nothing to do with the Star River Guild."

Qin Wentian didn't continue, but this one sentence made Mu Qing's heart tighten. Qin Wentian was indeed ruthless. This sentence was very thought-provoking, with many possible interpretations.

For example, if Mu Qing's issue was resolved, he and the Star River Guild could still be friends.

If the Star River Guild truly wanted to recruit Qin Wentian, Mu Qing wouldn't be able to use the guild against him. Instead, he would have to be wary of the guild abandoning him for Qin Wentian.

After saying this, Qin Wentian looked at the ordinary-looking old man and smiled, "I've kept you waiting, Senior. However, I've already given this divine pattern scroll to my friend Murou."

"If I'm not mistaken, such a divine pattern scroll was created under special circumstances. Even if you wanted to create another, it wouldn't be easy. Moreover, the value of the first one is undoubtedly the highest. Are you really willing to give it away?"

The old man's lips curved into a half-smile as he looked at Qin Wentian.

"Can a gift to a friend be measured by its value? It's just my sincerity. Besides, if certain people weren't so shameless, this gift would already be in my friend's hands. Do you want me to take it back?" Qin Wentian smiled. "Of course, if my friend is willing to sell it to you, I have no objections."

With that, Qin Wentian turned and handed the divine pattern scroll to Murou, smiling, "Though there were some mishaps, delivering the gift to you in person should make up for my mistake."

Murou's head lowered slightly, and when she looked up, her eyes were slightly red, touched.

The scroll had caused such a huge stir, and Murou was well aware of its value. In such a situation, Qin Wentian, who had only met her a few times, still chose to give it to her as a birthday gift, while her own family had been so cold.

How could Murou not be moved?

"Thank you," Murou said, smiling brightly as she took the scroll from Qin Wentian. This friendship was heavy but warm.

"Thank you for what? Back then, you recognized me as a friend under such circumstances," Qin Wentian smiled, referring to the banquet where everyone had been hostile towards him. Despite the immense pressure, Murou had told everyone that Qin Wentian was her friend!

At that moment, Qin Wentian had promised himself that he would repay her one day.

PS: It's been a month and a half, and I've unknowingly reached 100 chapters. Ha, I'll continue to work hard and write a great story. As for votes and such, I'll leave it to you all!