Who Let Him Cultivate?!-Chapter 840 - 839: Becoming a Scribe in a Cultivation World

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"Well, Brother Lu, if you can't come up with anything, there's no need to force it. Just admitting it would suffice," sneered Yang Changbin upon seeing Fairy Eternity deep in thought, certain that Lu Yang couldn't produce a poem.

Meng Jingzhou wanted to write poetry, but the problem was that he genuinely didn't know how. The best he could muster resembled mere doggerel.

Meng Jingyu stared eagerly at Fairy Eternity, tugging at her sleeve in concern. She could tell that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin were deliberately targeting her brother Lu.

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

"If I must write, then write I shall," declared Fairy Eternity, pulling out the Four Treasures of the Study from her Identity Jade and quickly penned a poem.

"That fast?" Yang Changbin's frown deepened. It was almost as if she had the poem premeditated, her pen flying across the paper without a moment's hesitation.

An ominous feeling arose without warning; perhaps Lu Yang truly was a master of the Confucianism Path.

The maid took the poem and handed it to Ye Mengyin behind the green gauze.

Ye Mengyin noticed the movement before the green gauze and, upon hearing that Yang Changbin had challenged Lu Yang to compose a poem, was prepared to bail Lu Yang out. However, to her surprise, Lu Yang was actually able to craft verses on the spot.

She glanced over the short lines, her expression shifting to one of shock; her hands trembled uncontrollably with excitement. Was this really a poem Friend Lu Yang composed on the spot?

She had been ready for Lu Yang's poetry to fall short, even preparing to write and recite the verses for him.

She had never expected Friend Lu Yang to possess such remarkable talent.

"Miss?" A maid noticed Ye Mengyin's reaction and reminded her in a whisper.

Ye Mengyin, as if waking from a dream, regained her composure and steadied her spirit, ready to recite the poem.

"Why hasn't Daoist Ye begun the reading?" Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow. This was an unprecedented occurrence, and everyone was curious.

Just then, from behind the green gauze, came the clear voice of Ye Mengyin: "Green Jade Case on Yuanxiao..."

Everyone quieted down, eager to hear whether Lu Yang had written a mere doggerel or a fine piece.

"The east wind unfurls flowers on a thousand branches. And blows down stars like falling rain. The scent of fine steeds and ornate carriages fills the street. As the sounds of phoenix flutes stir the air, the light of the jade flask shifts, and for one night dragon and phoenix dance."

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Silence filled the air.

All present were immersed in the imagery of the verses, unable to extricate themselves: "For one night, dragon and phoenix dance… With just a few short lines, the splendor of Yuanxiao is depicted so vividly."

There were indeed many poems describing Yuanxiao scenery, but to so instantly captivate with a mere handful of lines had been unheard of for centuries.

Some cast stealthy glances at Yang Changbin; regardless of how the latter half turned out, the exquisitely descriptive artistry of the opening alone put it streets ahead of Yang Changbin's overly ornate composition.

Yang Changbin's complexion turned ashen. He had not expected that his carefully prepared poem would be overshadowed by Lu Yang's spontaneous work.

He let out a derisive snort. What did it matter if the first half was well written? If the latter half proved mediocre, it would ruin the entire poem.

Meng Jingzhou, on the other hand, wasn't too surprised. After all, an Ancient Immortal capable of anything would have no trouble composing a few lines of excellent poetry.

Meng Jingyu admired Fairy Eternity with a sense of reverence, finding her increasingly impressive.

Could Brother Lu, with his high talent in cultivation and combat, also excel so in poetry and prose?

From behind the green gauze, Ye Mengyin softly read the latter half.

"Moths in snow willows, threads of gold. Silent laughter slips away with a faint fragrance. In the crowd, I search for him a thousand times over. Then suddenly, turning my head, that man is there… in the dim light of fading lanterns."

As she read the last line, Ye Mengyin gazed dreamily at it; having only skimmed it previously, she had not appreciated the meaning within the words. But as she read it aloud before everyone, she gradually discerned Lu Yang's intent.

"That man is there in the dim light of fading lanterns." Could this line be meant for her...?

Utter silence prevailed.

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After listening to the second verse, someone who was about to drink tea froze with their arm in mid-air, holding the teacup, unable to bring it to their lips for a long time.

Many others turned their heads in shock to look at Fairy Eternity, their faces brimming with disbelief.

If the first verse's description of beautiful scenery was a rare and exquisite phrase, then the second verse elevated this piece of poetry to an even higher level.

A phrase for the ages!

Once this verse was recited, it outshone all through the ages, and any other poem depicting the Lantern Festival paled in comparison. There was simply no chance of surpassing it!

Yang Changbin had intended to find fault in the second verse to embarrass Lu Yang, but when Ye Mengyin recited it, his mouth opened, yet he was rendered speechless, ultimately closing it in dismay.

He didn't even have the qualification to critique this poem.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Fairy Eternity turned to Meng Jingyu next to her, meeting her gaze, puzzled by everyone's intense reaction and feeling somewhat baffled.

Meng Jingyu was still immersed in the verse "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, then turned back unexpectedly, and there he was, at the place where the lights were dim," and her heart began to beat uncontrollably as she locked eyes with Fairy Eternity.

Was this using poetry to express love, could it be that Brother Lu had been looking for her all along?

"Very good, I had no idea that Brother Lu indeed received the true teachings of Daoist Buyu, to be able to compose such a timeless masterpiece!" Zhong Yi had planned to use this opportunity to make Lu Yang appear foolish, but he didn't expect Lu Yang to have hidden his depth so well.

Previously, Lu Yang had only shown his identity as a Cultivation genius, never revealing his Confucian Cultivator identity.

Zhong Yi considered himself to be quite scheming, but if he possessed such talent, he certainly would have been unable to conceal it, and would have become renowned worldwide for it long ago, rather than waiting until today.

And the provocations he had made several times before — Lu Yang hadn't been fooled by any of them.

Zhong Yi looked at Lu Yang with a hint of fear in his eyes, realizing that opposing someone with such a profound and unfathomable mind would surely spell misfortune for himself!

"This is called not being proficient in poetry?" Luo Wushuang recalled what Lu Yang had just said, and watched him with a mixture of laughter and tears. If this is considered not proficient, then no one in the world would dare to claim to be a poet or lyricist.

"Just learned it," Fairy Eternity chuckled and scratched the back of her head.

She had seen such expressions on people's faces before, when she took Xiao Ling and Lianyi out to play the fool to catch the wise.

She never expected that the poem composed for her by Second-in-command would have a similar effect.

"Xiao Yang, you're amazing!" In the Spiritual Space, Fairy Eternity excitedly looked at Lu Yang, feeling such sensations for the first time in a long while.

"Hmm, Xiao Yang, what is that expression?"

Lu Yang looked strange, having anticipated everyone's reactions.

He sighed, "Nothing, I just didn't expect that my identity could also be used this way."

Lu Yang truly didn't expect that one day he would be able to show off pretending to be an official scholar, even though it was Fairy Eternity using his identity to do so.

Fairy Eternity didn't quite understand what Lu Yang meant.

"Your identity?"

She remembered Lu Yang often saying that she was supposed to be the golden finger, like a living grandfather or grandmother by his side.

She asked Lu Yang what he meant, and he explained it was like residing in the Spiritual Space, able to use knowledge to help the master of the body show off.

Realizing this, Fairy Eternity had an epiphany, "Oh, I get it, so according to your terminology, Xiao Yang, your current identity is like a 'pocket-sized little old man'!"

Lu Yang: "..."

I help you show off, Fairy, and this is how you repay me?