Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 839: Transmigrating to a Cultivation World to Be a Plagiarist

Chapter 839: Transmigrating to a Cultivation World to Be a Plagiarist

“Well, Brother Lu? If you can’t compose anything, there’s no need to force it. Simply admitting it will do.” Seeing “Lu Yang” lost in thought, Yang Changbin gave a cold sneer, convinced that Lu Yang was incapable of producing a poem.

Meng Jingzhou wanted to compose a poem, but the problem was that he didn’t know how to do that. His creations would only reach the level of doggerels.

Meng Jingyu gazed pitifully at “Lu Yang”, tugging lightly on his sleeve with great concern. I can tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin are deliberately targeting Lu Yang-gege.

Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Changbin was going a bit overboard.

“Fine, I’ll write then,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy said. She retrieved the four treasures of the study from her identity jade tablet, ground the ink, and began writing. In no time, she had completed a ci poem.

“So fast?” Yang Changbin furrowed his brow. This practically feels like you had prepared this in advance, writing it out without the slightest hesitation.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding arose within him. Could Lu Yang really be well-versed in the Confucian Dao?

The female attendant took the poem and passed it behind the cyan gauze to Ye Mengyin.

Ye Mengyin noticed the commotion in front of the cyan gauze. Hearing Yang Changbin demand a poem from Lu Yang, she had initially intended to help Lu Yang out of the predicament, but she never expected he could actually compose a poem on the spot.

With just a glance at those few lines, astonishment spread across her visage. Her hands trembled uncontrollably with excitement. Could this really be a ci poem composed on the spot by Fellow Daoist Lu Yang?

She had mentally prepared herself. If Lu Yang’s poetry proved lacking, she was ready to compose and recite a poem on his behalf.

Never did she imagine that Lu Yang possessed such outstanding literary talent.

“Young Miss?” the female attendant noticed something amiss with Ye Mengyin and whispered.

As if jerked out of a reverie, Ye Mengyin regained her composure and steadied her mind, preparing to recite the poem.

“Why hasn’t Fellow Daoist Ye recited the poem yet?” Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow. This was unprecedented, and everyone found it odd.

Right then, Ye Mengyin’s crisp voice came from behind the cyan gauze. “Green Jade Salver: Lantern Festival—”[1]

The crowd quieted down, all eager to hear what Lu Yang had written and find out whether it was a crude doggerel or a fine piece.

“The east wind tonight sets a thousand trees in bloom with flowers.

It also blows them down, like showers of stars.

Fine steeds and ornate carriages fill the streets with fragrance.

Xiao flutes sing like phoenixes, jade pots rotate and glow.

Fish and dragons dance through the night.”

Silence fell over the crowd.

Every person present was immersed in the scene depicted by the poem, unable to extricate themselves. “Fish and dragons dance through the night... In just a few short lines, it has painted such a vivid picture of the Shangyuan Festival.”

Many poems described the scenes of the Shangyuan Festival, but one that could immerse listeners in a dream of fantasy with just a few lines had not been seen for centuries.

Some stole glances at Yang Changbin. Regardless of how the lower stanza would turn out, just the exquisite descriptive technique of this upper stanza alone outstripped Yang Changbin’s overly flowery poem by several leagues.

Yang Changbin’s face turned ashen. He hadn’t expected the poem he had meticulously prepared to be eclipsed by Lu Yang’s impromptu creation.

He snorted coldly. So what if the upper stanza is good? If the lower stanza turns out to be nondescript, it will ruin the entire poem.

On the other hand, Meng Jingzhou wasn’t too surprised. After all, this is an omnipotent ancient immortal. Composing a few excellent poems shouldn’t be a problem.

Meng Jingyu gazed at “Lu Yang” with worshipful admiration, finding “him” more and more dashing. Is Lu Yang-gege not only highly talented in cultivation and combat, but also in poetry and prose?

Behind the cyan gauze, Ye Mengyin softly recited the lower stanza.

“Moth-shaped ornaments and snow-willow accessories adorn the ladies’ hair.

They pass by with smiles, leaving behind subtle fragrances.

I searched the crowd a thousand times.

Perchance I turned my head,

And there that person was—

In the dim glow of the lanterns.”

Upon reciting to the end, Ye Mengyin stared at the last line, lost in a trance. Earlier, she had only taken a brief glance, unable to grasp the meaning of the poem. But as she recited it before everyone, she gradually discerned Lu Yang’s intention.

“‘And there that person was—in the dim glow of the lanterns.’ Is this line written for me...?”

Utter silence.

After hearing the lower stanza, someone who was about to drink tea froze mid-motion, cup in hand, but unable to bring it to their lips.

More people turned their heads in shock to look at Lu Yang, their faces full of disbelief.

If the upper stanza was a rare, fine poem that depicted a beautiful scene, the lower stanza’s description elevated this poem to an even higher level.

A timeless masterpiece!

Once this poem emerged, it overshadowed the other poems through the ages. Any poem describing the Shangyuan Festival fell short; there was simply no comparison!

Yang Changbin had thought that even if the lower stanza was written well, he would nitpick to make Lu Yang lose face. However, when Ye Mengyin recited it, he opened his mouth and couldn’t find a single word, forced to close his mouth in defeat.

I don’t even have the qualification to critique this poem.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy turned to look at Meng Jingyu beside her, meeting her gaze. She was baffled as to why everyone had such dramatic reactions.

Meng Jingyu was immersed in the depiction of “I searched the crowd a thousand times. Perchance I turned, and there that person was—In the dim glow of the lanterns.” Making eye contact with “Lu Yang,” her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Is this using poetry to express love? Could it be that the one Lu Yang-gege has been searching for all along...is me?

“Excellent, excellent! I didn’t expect Brother Lu to inherit the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s true legacy, capable of composing a timeless masterpiece!” Zhong Yi had intended to use this chance to humiliate Lu Yang. Never did I imagine Lu Yang to have concealed himself so well, presenting himself as a cultivation genius and never revealing his identity as a Confucian cultivator.

Zhong Yi considered himself quite scheming, but if he had such talent, he was certain he couldn’t hide it. He would have used it to gain fame long ago and wouldn’t have waited until today. Moreover, Lu Yang showed no sign of taking the bait despite Zhong Yi’s repeated provocations earlier.

Zhong Yi’s gaze toward Lu Yang held a trace of fear. Opposing someone whose heart is as deep as the abyss, I’m bound to be the unlucky one!

“You call this not well-versed in poetry?” Luo Wushuang recalled Lu Yang’s earlier words, looking at him with a mix of laughter and tears. If this counts as not proficient, no one in the world would dare call themselves a poet or bard.

“I just learned it.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy rubbed the back of her head and chuckled.

I have seen such expressions from the crowd before—when I took Little Ling and Lianyi to pretend to be weak, like disguising ourselves as pigs to eat tigers.

I didn’t expect the Second-in-Command’s poem to have such an effect.

“Xiao Yangzi, you’re so amazing!” In the mental space, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy looked at Lu Yang excitedly. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

“Hmm? Xiao Yangzi, what’s with this expression of yours?”

Lu Yang wore a peculiar expression. He had anticipated the crowd’s reaction.

He sighed. “Nothing. I just didn’t expect my identity could be used this way.”

Lu Yang genuinely hadn’t expected that one day he could show off as a plagiarist, even though it was the Everlasting Immortal Fairy using his identity to do the showing off.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy didn’t quite understand what Lu Yang meant.

“Your identity?” She remembered Lu Yang often saying she should be a “golden finger cheat,” a “pocket grandpa,” or “pocket grandma.”

When she asked Lu Yang what that meant, he had said it referred to residing in a mental space and leveraging knowledge to help the body’s owner show off.

At the thought of this, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy had a sudden realization. “Oh, I get it! By analogy with your naming, Xiao Yangzi, your current identity would be called a ‘portable old kid!’”

Lu Yang, “...”

Immortal Fairy, I helped you show off, and this is how you repay me? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

1. This is a famous poem written by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty. It depicts the scenes of the Yuanxiao or Shangyuan Festival, where the poet attempts to search for someone amidst the crowd, only to find her(?) in a dimly lit spot. ☜