If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

Chen Dongpeng was taken aback by this sudden order and turned to look at Zhang Yu in the cell with a blank expression, his eyes filled with confusion.

Who is this woman?

How can you be so rude?

Although Zhang Yu didn't know why Chen Dongpeng had suddenly come to visit, seeing the innocent and confused look in his eyes, and then looking at Jiang Luohan's bossy and stupid appearance, he felt speechless.

He shrugged helplessly, mouthed something to Chen Dongpeng, and then tapped his temple lightly with his finger, meaning, "This woman is crazy, ignore her."

However, Jiang Luohan took Chen Dongpeng's glance at Zhang Yu as a request for permission from his master, and her sense of smugness grew even stronger.

Seeing the two exchanging glances and seemingly still hesitating, she became increasingly sharp and impolite:

"Zhang Yu, how long are you going to keep up this act?"

You've already invited everyone, shouldn't you have had enough of the show?

"Quickly, bring this old man with me; repairing the alchemy workshop is the priority."

She spoke without thinking, blurting out the words "old thing".

"presumptuous!"

A low, angry shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly resounded within the prison.

Chen Dongpeng's originally calm, even somewhat confused face instantly darkened, as if covered with a layer of frost.

He's not exactly a good-natured, easy-going person.

A grandmaster of both formations and martial arts, what a prestigious status he must hold.

Even royalty would treat him with utmost respect, addressing him as Elder Chen or Senior.

His demeanor and temperament are the result of his real strength and status!

The politeness I showed to Zhang Yu earlier stemmed from my gratitude to the provider of the "Zhou Tian Xing Yan Tu" and my apprehension of Zhang Yu's unfathomable depths.

But that doesn't mean that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can yell at him and speak rudely.

Chen Dongpeng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his previously restrained aura erupted like a dormant volcano.

boom!

A powerful and overwhelming force, filled with a sense of oppression, surged into the sky!

It was no longer the array power that controlled the illusion array before, but a pure, domineering, and terrifying aura belonging to a martial arts master.

The aura of a Grandmaster was released without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire area.

The luxurious decorations inside the prison seemed to tremble slightly under this oppressive force, and the air became thick and heavy, as if filled with molten lead.

Jiang Luohan, who was the first to be hit, felt an irresistible force pressing down on her, as if her chest had been struck by a heavy hammer.

"puff--!"

Before she could even utter a cry of alarm, her face turned deathly pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She staggered backward several steps until her back slammed hard against the cold stone wall before she could barely regain her footing.

Grandmaster...?

Jiang Luohan's mind went blank, with only these two words echoing wildly, shaking her very soul.

This old man is actually a martial arts master?

Moreover, he was a martial arts master whose fossil aura was so terrifying and whose power so awe-inspiring.

What she found even more unbelievable, absurd, and terrifying was that this terrifying grandmaster had looked at Zhang Yu with a questioning gaze and... a hint of barely perceptible respect.

Zhang Yu... what exactly makes him so special?

He was a first-rank martial artist, an abandoned son of a marquis's family, and a prisoner in the imperial prison.

What gives her the right to command, or rather, to make a martial arts master treat her in this way?

Could it be that the power behind him has become so immense that he can command grandmasters at will?

This thought chilled her to the bone. All her previous confidence and calculations about Zhang Yu being an actor and Zhang Yu being inseparable from her were crushed in the face of this mouthful of blood and the terrifying pressure of a grandmaster.

Instead, there was a deep-seated fear and... a deeper regret.

Meanwhile, Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier, who were hiding in the prison cell and watching all of this unfold, were just as shocked as Jiang Luohan, if not more so!

They only knew that Chen Dongpeng was a master of formations, a highly skilled person whom Zhang Yu had somehow "invited".

But to their utter surprise, this person was actually a martial arts master.

Moreover, judging from the condensation of his aura and the imposing power he exudes, he is definitely not a beginner in the Grandmaster realm.

A master who is proficient in both martial arts and formations—what a rare and terrifying existence that is!

Its value and deterrent power far surpass those of masters in a single field.

How could someone like that be so... "obedient" to Zhang Yu?

Zhang Yu's casual attitude, Chen Dongpeng's subconsciously inquiring look... all of this was extremely strange and unbelievable.

Xiao Fenghua covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open. The bitterness she had felt earlier because of Zhang Yu's leniency towards Jiang Luohan had now been replaced by unparalleled shock.

She realized that she had greatly underestimated the man's mystery and dreadfulness.

Xiao Meier's pupils contracted and her heart pounded wildly.

She had been trying to analyze, imitate, and control Zhang Yu, but the scene before her eyes was completely beyond her comprehension and calculation.

How deep is the water hidden behind Zhang Yu, who can command two grandmasters?

Her previous attempts to imitate Jiang Luohan now seem utterly ridiculous and childish.

An unprecedented sense of awe and... an even more intense desire to possess grew wildly in her heart.

Chen Dongpeng glanced coldly at Jiang Luohan, who was slumped against the wall, her face covered in blood and filled with horror, as if she were an ant oblivious to its own mortality.

He did not continue to attack, but given the disrespect shown to the grandmaster, a slight punishment was already merciful.

He ignored the inexplicably crazy woman and turned to look at Zhang Yu. The intimidating authority on his face quickly vanished, replaced by a hint of urgency and confusion. He shook the scroll of "Zhou Tian Xing Yan Tu" in his hand and said with a wry smile:

"Young friend Zhang, this picture... I have studied it for several days, but I still cannot understand this part, so I have come to ask for your guidance."

But as soon as I walked in... cough, what on earth happened?

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Zhang Yu waved his hand casually, as if Jiang Luohan's offense and Chen Dongpeng's display of grandmaster-level pressure were nothing more than a gentle breeze passing by.

He nodded, his gaze falling on the scroll. After a moment's thought, he understood Chen Dongpeng's purpose in coming here.

He and Chen Dongpeng have a close relationship, which is somewhat like that of a mentor and friend.

Chen Dongpeng is obsessed with the art of formations. Although he is somewhat protective and arrogant, he is pure and sincere in his scholarship.

Since he had come to seek advice, Zhang Yu was not stingy with his guidance and immediately offered his answers.

His voice was not loud, and his pace was slow, but what he said went straight to the point, and every sentence seemed to clear away the fog in front of Chen Dongpeng's eyes.

His line of thinking is quite different from the mainstream formation concepts of today, and is even somewhat unorthodox.

But upon closer examination, it becomes intricately detailed and wonderfully subtle, clearly touching upon a deeper level of the principles of formations.

These are all formation skills and knowledge awarded by the system.

Chen Dongpeng initially frowned, listening intently. As Zhang Yu explained, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his face gradually revealed an expression of sudden understanding, followed by ecstatic joy!

"I see, I see, I have learned a lot."

His reaction was not just politeness, but a genuine expression of admiration.

A master of two arts was moved to tears by the respectful demeanor of a young prisoner, who humbly accepted his teachings.

!!!

This scene, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, struck the hearts of the three women watching from the sidelines once again!

Jiang Luohan slumped against the wall, blood still wet at the corner of her mouth. Her mind, already terrified by the Grandmaster's pressure, was now subjected to a devastating shock.

Her wide eyes were filled with utter absurdity and disbelief, and she almost wondered if she was hallucinating from her serious injuries.

Is Zhang Yu... imparting knowledge and answering questions for a grandmaster?

That terrifying master listened with rapt attention, just like a student, even slapping the table in admiration and saying he had learned a lot.

This completely overturned all her understanding.

Shouldn't Zhang Yu be a martial arts failure who only knows how to please women and family?

When did he learn such a profound formation?

How could it possibly convince a grandmaster?

Inside the cell, Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier were so shocked they were speechless. Their beautiful eyes were fixed on the two people sitting and standing outside, one speaking and the other listening, their pupils dilating in shock.

Both of them clutched their wildly beating hearts, their minds in complete chaos.

They knew Zhang Yu was unfathomable, but they never imagined that he was so terrifying that he could teach a Grandmaster.

Just how many unknown abilities does this man still possess?

After Chen Dongpeng left, Xiao Meier rushed out of the cell and went to Zhang Yu, wanting to learn more about this mysterious man.