Join me, as we venture deep into poetry.
Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

At 12 o'clock sharp.

The auditorium was directly broadcasted live.

The stage was decorated nicely and there were flowers and carpets. A handsome man and a beautiful man presided over the event as hosts. Well, unfortunately, only the staff and family members present at the radio station could witness this. The listeners in front of the radio could not appreciate this, as they could only hear their voices.

"Our listening friends, how are you?"

"I am your host, Zhang Huo. This is my partner, Sun Mengjie."

"People have reunions during the festive season of Mid-Autumn. Welcome to our listeners for today's News, Literature and Music Channels’ live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet!"

The two hosts were the star hosts of the News Channel, and they were recognized as some of the best in the station. They were steady with their words and rarely made mistakes. Letting them be in charge of this huge event was because they were highly appreciated by the station. After saying a few words of introduction, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let us welcome Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun!"

"Also Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice-President, Teacher Meng Dongguo!"

“Famous poet, Big Thunder!"

"Famous children's fairy tale author, Little Red Mushroom..."

Every introduction was met with applause.

After the introduction, the host, Zhang Huo, said beamingly, "Before the poetry meet begins, let's invite a few Teachers from the Writers' Association to come onstage to recite a poem as an opening. We also wish that the listeners in front of the radio have a good and perfect family. May your dreams come true. And may you have the best of all reunions!"

The poem recitation for the opening was clearly prepared beforehand.

Meng Dongguo was first to go onstage, and then he lightly recited, "Many Mid-Autumns underwent, but together seldom spent. Compensating it today, mellow, as a momento.”

With this sequence recited, everyone present knew what poem they were about to recite to tune up the festive mood. Of course, Zhang Ye himself was probably the only one present who had not heard of this poem.

Big Thunder went onstage, "Through the mirror, possessing two moons."

Zheng Anbang went onstage, "Wrapping silence with a wooden branch."

An old man from the Writers' Association that Zhang Ye did not recognize was the third person to follow up, "Fragrance from one tree lulls."

The last sentence was followed up by Meng Dongguo, ending the poem, "Brimming full of Fall."

Everyone enthusiastically applauded. Zhang Ye also applauded after hearing it. This poem was not bad, it was really not bad. 

This poem was "Time for Well Wishes", written by this world's famous poet, Ma Ruihong. Because of some reason, this poem was made famous everywhere. It was always a highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only a person like Zhang Ye, who did not understand this world, did not know it. Not many others did not know of "Time for Well Wishes". Anyone of any age and gender, if pulled off the street, would be able to recite it. Yes, if an example was needed, it was the same feeling as "Hoeing millet in mid-day heat, sweat dripping to the earth beneath" in Zhang Ye's world.

Zhang Ye no longer had the intention to belittle all heroes of this world. This world was also filled with capable predecessors.

After the poem was done reciting, Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun, went to the podium to give his speech. Following that, Deputy Station Head Jia also went onstage to give his speech, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of everyone working at the Beijing Radio Station.

After a while, the main highlight came.

The female host, Sun Mengjie, said with a brilliant smile, "Thank you for the speech of the Leader. Next will be the poetry contest segment. Let me introduce the rules. Regardless of whether it is for the poems by the Teachers from the Writers' Association present, or for the poems posted by listeners on our official website, anyone who likes poems can vote three times for the works you like. Today, we have invited a notary from the Chengdong district. We will find out who is voted into the top three. So please, cherish your every vote."

Zhang Huo smiled. "Then, who will be the first Teacher?"

There were more than a dozen people from the Writers' Association. After looking at each other, Meng Dongguo walked forward, "Hurhur. Since no one came forward, then let me be the first. I have a poem." Clenching the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and began speaking gently, "The poem's name: ‘Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night’."

"Abundance of flower blossoms fall, the full moon laments the waning moon."

"Day by day the Spring resides, farewell the twilight bids."

"Thickness begets flourishing, sparseness begets Autumn farewell bidding."

"The supporting pillow hears the thunder, as the stormy rain recalls the night."

Big Thunder was the first to applaud, "Good poem!"

Another youth from the Writers' Association said, "President Meng is getting more superb!"

Zheng Anbang also nodded, "It is well-written. There are too many reunion Mid-Autumn Festival poems these days. This poem reverses the trend, writing about separation, defects and weeping. It may not give people the scene of a family reunion, so it is not suitable for the occasion, but this makes people reflect and treasure the beauty of their reunion even more. This is writing about the Mid-Autumn Festival from another angle. This part of "recalls the night" was so well-written. Hai, I don't even feel confident with my poem."

Little Red Mushroom gave a wide smile, "Old Zheng, don't compete with them. We are novel writers, so wouldn't we die of anger competing with them over poems?"

Zheng Anbang laughed, "Indeed."

The two hosts also flattered onstage. They also introduced them to the listeners since they could not see anything. "This is the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President Teacher Meng Dongguo's new work. Wow, just hearing this makes me intoxicated."

Meng Dongguo laughed, "Not really. Hurhur. If the listeners find it good, remember to vote for me. I came here with some stress. If my voting numbers are too low, I won't have any face to go home, so I need to try to garner some votes."

Zhang Huo said, "President Meng is too modest."

"That's right." Sun Mengjie said, "I think this poem has the looks of a champion."

"This is just the first poem, isn’t it?" Zhang Huo pretended to ask.

"Hurhur. Zhang Huo, why don't we make a bet? I'm guessing that this poem will be first." Firstly, Sun Mengjie was giving face to Meng Dongguo. Secondly, she also felt that this poem was very good.

Zhang Huo said, "Alright, so what if we bet? Then I.. will also bet that this poem will be first!"

Seeing the both of them joking around, the audience laughed. Actually, many people agreed. Meng Dongguo was a professional at this, so how can his poems be bad? With his skills placed there, and with Meng Dongguo's status placed there, he was the Writers' Association's Leader and was quite famous in Beijing. He was a veteran. Even if this poem was not flattered by them to the heavens, it was still of very high quality. It was pretty difficult for it not to get first.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second person was Zheng Anbang. The moment he went onstage, he added onto Meng Dongguo's words, "President Meng said that he was stressed. Actually, my stress is greater. Just being after President Meng, isn't he trying to make a fool out of me? Forget it. I need to say it regardless. I'm not good at ancient poems, so let me help cheer the mood with a modern poem.”

A minute later, he finished.

Everyone was stunned as they all gave a round of applause.

Meng Dongguo praised, "This Little Shen. He kept being modest, but he actually had such a good piece of work."

The other people from the Writers' Association did not expect that a romance novel author could compose such a good modern poem. It might not be better than Meng Dongguo's, but it definitely had what it took to compete for second or third place.

The third to go onstage was a young author. However, he did not recite a poem, but said a phrase, song lyrics. Although there was no companion music, the song lyrics were still vivid and refined. It was very creative.

The fourth person was Little Red Mushroom. The moment she went up, she first said, "Let me say something first. I don't have talent writing poems. I write fairy tales. Today I will tell a fable." She began narrating. The story was about personification, making the moon into a person. It was quite beautiful.

One worked followed another.

One person followed another.

Everyone that entered the Writers' Association was not simple. They all showed their abilities.

The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers' Association also gave him high praises after he came down.

"Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem."

"Do not care about the applause. It's very good."

"Their applause is lacking because they can't understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable."

Big Thunder said indifferently, "I also think it's fine."

About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.

The host, Zhang Huo, took over the microphone, "Thank you for the interesting works from the Teachers of the Writers' Association. It was indeed an eye-opener today. Every work really made me wish to not miss a single word. I'm guessing that the listeners in front of the radio must have enjoyed the feast for the ears. What are you hesitating for? Quickly vote for your favorite work. The voting deadline is at 2 P.M. sharp. Just now, the notary has told us that it takes five minutes to verify the votes. Hence, our poetry meet still has one hour and five minutes left. What will we do for the rest of the time? Let us announce the rankings from the voting website. Everyone can have a listen to the submissions by the netizens at the same time, too."

Female host, Sun Mengjie, held a tablet. There was no cellphone reception here, so most of the broadcast equipment was equipped with their own wireless signal. Hence, they could still use them. "Ah, let's see. Ranked first is Teacher Meng Dongguo's work. Let me announce the top ten."

1st place: Meng Dongguo, 23,019 votes.

2nd place: Zheng Anbang, 12,553 votes.

3rd place: Dong Fei, 9,813 votes.

4th place: Little Red Mushroom, 9,681 votes.

And so on and so forth. The top ten were all people from the Writers' Association. Meng Dongguo was leading far ahead. Dong Fei was also a very famous modern poet in the Writers' Association. They all swept up the top spots. Even though Big Thunder's poem was not well-received amongst the station's staff, it had also obtained 10th place. Only at 11th place was there a netizen's work.

The host read it out.

This piece of work called "Wind Breaking Through the Clouds" was not bad. But it was just not bad. There was always a difference between a professional and an amateur. One could tell just from the votes.


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Are you kidding me! My nine recollecting fragrances cannot even compare to a cup of seawater?" Luo Mu Zi roared inwardly, while maintaining his calm appearance on the surface.
"Damn! This Wu Yi Hai is playing tricks and pulled a fast one, we are offering tea, yet he offers seawater? He is too shameless! Fairy Si Liu even approved of him, this is too infuriating!" Veins started to bulge in Lun Fei's clenched fists below the table.
Fairy Tian Lu quickly calmed the situation: "The moon is high in the sky, since we have already drunk tea, if there are no poems to accompany this festival, it would not be complete."
Fang Yuan pretended to not understand: "Are we really going to recite poems?"
He looked like he had heard it for the first time.
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei's eyes immediately brightened. This was another opportunity!
Another opportunity to knock down their rival.
"You managed to get away with it the previous time, duping your way through. This time, I am going to push you down from the limelight, then fiercely step on you a couple times."
Luo Mu Zi's mind was revolving around this thought, but on the surface, he was still wearing a smile and had a graceful demeanor. 
The same went for Lun Fei, having similar thoughts.
However, they did not know what kind of person Fang Yuan was.
Competing in poetry?!
Heavens!
This was worse than showing off in front of an expert.
Fang Yuan came from Earth, he had a large stockpile of traditional poems in his head, including those renowned works as well as earthshaking masterpieces. He could easily use one of them and these two would be unable to save face.
"Yes, we are going to recite poems, there is a story behind this." Qiao Si Liu answered Fang Yuan.
"Oh? Please explain." Fang Yuan continued to ask.
"This is a story that has been passed down in Southern Border, and is also the origin of the moon festival." Qiao Si Liu said with eloquence.
Once upon a time, at a certain village in Southern Border.
A young man fell in love with an old Gu Master's daughter, and this Gu Master's daughter also was in love with this mortal youth.
The youth mustered up his courage to propose the marriage, but he was met with the old Gu Master's rejection.
"You are only a mortal, while my daughter is a Gu Master with a bright future, how could you be worthy of my daughter? Get lost!"
The young man implored and begged, but the old Gu Master sneered: "You are daydreaming, thinking I will let my daughter marry you! You, a mere mortal who cannot even brew tea? What use do you have?"
The youth replied: "Isn't it just tea? What is so difficult about it, if I brew it, will you marry your daughter to me?"
The old Gu Master felt a headache.
He knew his daughter loved this youth deeply, forcefully breaking them up would only make his daughter hate him. 
"If you can make a cup of tea that meets my expectations, I will give you a chance."
The youth was joyous and agreed immediately: "Sir, I will definitely make it."
The Gu Master daughter was extremely worried when she heard about this: "My family is reputed for our famous tea, and you have to make a tea which can satisfy my father. You are only a mortal with no Gu Master abilities, how can you brew a good tea?"
The young man, however, replied: "Don't worry. Who says mortals cannot brew tea? Let me tell you three principles."
"The first principle: the law of the jungle, big fish eats small fish, and small fish eats shrimps."
Saying that, the young man walked to a stream and hooked a big fish, he cut the fish, retrieving a small fish inside, he then cut the small fish, and took out a shrimp from the inside.
"The second principle: humans need to eat and also need to defecate."
The young man then ate the shrimp and pooped out a pile of faeces.
"The third principle: faeces can nourish vegetation to grow better." 
The young man buried his faeces under the soil, and sure enough, flowers and plants started to flourish and grow.
The young man plucked a kind of flower from among them and soaked it in the stream, the entire small stream turned into tea.
The old Gu Master could not speak for a long while after he took a sip of this tea.
His daughter said, "Father, you are not thinking of reneging on your promise, right?"
Only then did the old Gu Master nod reluctantly: "Boy, you have passed the first test. But it is still impossible for you, a mortal, to marry my daughter. You are too crude and lack talent, you cannot recite poems." 
The youth scratched his head and spoke worriedly: "Although I have not recited poems before, I can give it a try."
The old Gu Master scoffed: "You?"
The youth asked back: "Why can't I?"
"Boy, reciting poems is not just casually chanting a few phrases. We Gu Masters can cause heaven and earth to change by reciting poems, we can make humans dance with joy. Can you do that?"
The youth said in a low tone: "How would I know if I don't give it a try?" 
"Alright, then try, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you fail, then you need to leave and never see my daughter again."
The youth had no choice but to agree, he began to pace around, thinking of a poem to recite.
But he had never recited a poem before, he had no clue how to start.
At this moment, he saw the ants on the ground, he saw the birds and the setting sun outside the window. Suddenly, he patted his head. 
He began to recite: "Sparrows fly low and snakes slither around, ants move their homes as it rains down."
Southern Border had many rainy days, and it was currently springtime as well. 
The youth had just finished speaking, when light rain began to appear in the sky. 
The old Gu Master's expression changed.
The youth continued: "A drop of spring rain resembles a drop of oil, too much of it sends us into turmoil."
The rain got heavier and the sky turned dark.
The old Gu Master's expression was slightly unsightly.
The youth grabbed his head and scratched his cheek: "Elm trees droop as farming commences, hair falls as seeds scatter."
At this point, the youth was stuck and for the life of him, he could not recite the final line.
"I will give you some more time." The old Gu Master sneered.
The youth's eyes brightened as he pointed at the old Gu Master and said: "Lord took away all the grains, our hungry stomachs are all in pain."
The old Gu Master immediately stomped his foot in anger and stood up, breaking the teacup in his hand.
Then, he pointed at the young man and shouted: "A mere mortal dares to be so audacious!"
But his daughter laughed and clapped: "Amazing, this song changed heaven and earth, and even made father dance." 
The old Gu Master was furious at seeing his daughter side with her boyfriend, but was unable to retort.
"Good, good, good, consider that you have passed the second test, but there is still the final one. You want to marry my daughter, what about the betrothal gift? Can you take out a betrothal gift that can satisfy me?"
The youth lowered his head dejectedly, he lived in a thatched cottage, slept on a straw mat and only had one set of patched clothes. 
"I will use all my assets as the betrothal gift." The youth spoke in a serious tone.
"Let me see them!" The old Gu Master said.
The young man brought the old Gu Master to his residence, to that old thatched cottage.
He then said: "These are all my assets."
"This old hut with holes everywhere?" The old Gu Master pointed with disdain.
"This straw mat that is about to break?" The old Gu Master threw the straw mat.
"These rocks used as stools?" The old Gu Master kicked the rocks and broke them.
The youth lowered his head.
Every sentence the old Gu Master said made the young man's head lower further down.
When the old Gu Master said his third sentence, the youth's head had almost hung down to his chest.
But right at this time, from a rock the old Gu Master has kicked open, a beautiful Gu worm that looked like the moon flew out leisurely, shining brightly. 
The old Gu Master was stunned.
The youth was also stunned, he had picked up this rock casually from the base of the mountain.
The old Gu Master's daughter cried out happily: "This Gu worm is definitely enough as the betrothal gift, right?"
The old Gu Master was unable to retort, he could not say anything and finally, he could only rub his nose and marry his daughter to this mortal lad.
Fang Yuan had already heard of this story before, it was indeed interesting.
The story portrayed a conflict between a mortal and a Gu Master, and actually ended up with the mortal's victory.
The youth had braved through the three hurdles, finally getting together with the beauty, who was also a Gu Master. The old Gu Master had not used strength from start to finish, this did not conform to logic. It, however, showed a lowly mortal's thirst towards a better life, as well as pursuing happiness.
Qiao Si Liu narrated the story to Fang Yuan, conveniently explaining the customs of the moon festival as well. 
Why it was that during the moon festival, the people in Southern Border, be they Gu Immortals or mortals, would make tea, recite poems and dissect rocks.
Naturally, the tea brewing of mortals was done with ordinary tea leaves, and as for dissecting rocks, it was replaced by breaking pebbles as a way of receiving auspicious blessings. 
"This is quite an interesting story, thank you, Fairy Si Liu, for answering my doubts." Fang Yuan said, politely.
Qiao Si Liu smiled: "Why are you so polite, you can just call me Si Liu."
"Huh?!" Luo Mu Zi's eyes opened wide.
Qiao Si Liu's attitude towards Wu Yi Hai was completely different from how she treated the two of them.
"We have had tea already, now let us recite poems." Lun Fei said, his gaze towards Fang Yuan flashed with some coldness and his tone had also turned somewhat icier.
Qiao Si Liu's beautiful eyes turned towards Lun Fei: "Lun Fei, you are already eager, I am very interested to listen to your masterpiece."
Lun Fei laughed happily, the coldness on his face completely dissipated as he replied: "Then let me recite my simple work."
He stood up and slowly walked outside the pavilion as he recited —
Stepping into society as an ignorant youngster,
Step by step I walk by myself.
But tonight I do not drink alone,
Because my dream beauty is here under the moon.
Lun Fei, in his blue robe and with fair appearance, recited slowly.
The first two lines described his cultivation experiences, hinting at his lonely journey.
The last two lines described the current situation, especially the last line, it was an implicit confession.
He had walked out of the pavilion, and after his recital, he returned inside, gazing deeply at Qiao Si Liu.
Qiao Si Liu sensed the passion in his eyes and quickly turned around to look at Fang Yuan.
However, Fang Yuan neither looked at her nor showed hostility towards Lun Fei, he was just quietly drinking tea.
A trace of disappointment flashed past Qiao Si Liu's eyes.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


"Grandpa Guo, Duo Duo, you're here!"
Zhao Yiling gracefully walked to Guo Yunzi and greeted him, before she grabbed Duo Duo's hand and smiled at her.
"Yiling is getting more and more beautiful. Where is this guy that you talked about earlier?" Guo Yunzi stroked his beard and smiled.
Zhao Yiling blushed and shyly pointed at Wang Hao, who was not far behind her.
Seeing that, all the men at the party felt that their heart break. Had their goddess really fallen in love with a man who wrote erotic limericks?
"Not bad…" Guo Yunzi laughed and said, "He does look quite handsome. I'm sure that Old Zhao will be very delighted to see him."
"Congratulations on finding your love, Sister Yiling." Duo Duo covered her lips and smiled.
"What are you talking about? He has to pass another two tests if he wants to marry me." Zhao Yiling stomped shyly and tickled Duo Duo.
It's over!
All the men felt hurt. Zhao Yiling, an ice queen, never showed such shyness before. Even a blind person could tell that the ice queen had fallen in love.
"He has passed the test for the poem he offered to you last time!" Duo Duo giggled, holding Zhao Yiling's hand.
Guo Yunzi smiled and read it aloud. "'A lady stood in the north, beautiful and detached. When she turned around, a city and a country fell for her.' It's truly a great poem!"
Every man felt heartbroken again. It was truly hopeless this time. Their goddess had stated that she wanted a man who was good at both martial arts and literature.
She had probably already been captivated by this poem, which praised her gorgeousness, as well as what Wang Hao created just now.
Now, as long as this man showed talent in martial arts, which did not even have to be extraordinary, he would be able to marry their goddess.
"Grandpa Guo, he wrote something else just now." Zhao Yiling blushed but looked very proud. After all, it was an honor for a woman to inspire a poet to create multiple works with her beauty.
"Oh? What is it?" Guo Yunzi grew interested.
"It was only two sentences. He hasn't told me the full poem yet," said Zhao Yiling shyly.
"Kid, why don't you share your full poem?" Guo Yunzi looked at Wang Hao hopefully, looking forward to the birth of a classic poem.
Wang Hao rolled his eyes. The poems he remembered consisted of a lot of references to his previous life; his identity would be exposed if he were to read the full poems.
"Old fart, who are you? Why do you think I should listen to you?" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Everybody was dumbfounded to hear that. This guy called Guo Yunzi an old fart? Did he want to get himself killed?
Guo Yunzi was one of the most famous poets in this country. If he was angered, Wang Hao would never be able to make a living as a poet. Some of his followers might even try to kill Wang Hao.
It was definitely not a joke, as poets and scholars were well-respected in the Glorious Sky Federation.
"Are you crazy? Apologize to Grandpa Guo right now!" Greatly shocked, Zhao Yiling glared at Wang Hao.
Guo Yunzi waved his hand and said with a smile, "You seem to be a proud kid who doesn't have much respect for me."
"You have to earn respect from other people instead of begging for it. Explain this poem I wrote earlier and show me how good you are." Wang Hao ignored Zhao Yiling.
"Okay! Let's see what a sophisticated poem you have written." Guo Yunzi grew interested.
Everybody laughed after hearing that, thinking that Wang Hao was overestimating himself by testing Guo Yunzi with a poem.
Xia Weiwei pulled at Le Xuan's arm and whispered, "Why do I feel that Wang Hao is setting a trap again?"
Le Xuan nodded. They had seen it a lot. Every time people thought that Wang Hao would lose for sure, they would fall into Wang Hao's trap.
"In the past, I went boating with a girl. In the spur of the moment, I composed a poem. 'I anchor my boat on the misty river. The sun is setting, but my sorrow is still fresh. The sky is lowered by the spaciousness of the wild, and the moon is particularly close in the clear river.'" Wang Hao raised his head, as if he were recalling a lovely incident from the past.
"You went boating with a girl?" Zhao Yiling turned cold. She had done a simple investigation on Wang Hao's identity and knew that this Jade-Faced Dragon loved sleeping with knowledgeable girls, but it was still an insult to her that he talked about his history so blatantly.
"What a great poem!" Guo Yunzi praised again and said, "The poem describes the natural view quite well. I think the sorrow in the poem is actually nostalgia."
"Nonsense. Who's nostalgic?" Wang Hao said in disdain, before he continued cockily, "Like I said, I was boating with a girl. The mist on the river was very enjoyable, and since it was getting late, we did something we both loved after the sunset. The poem describes that we felt so great when we were doing it that we almost flew to the moon."
Everybody fell silent. Was this really another erotic poem?
Well, it was an erotic poem without erotic words. Only a real shameless man would have created it!
Le Xuan felt like tearing Wang Hao apart alive as Wang Hao was using her identity. It meant that her name as a lustful poet would spread throughout the Glorious Sky Federation after the party.
After they rescued Qiu Lei and returned to the Universal Federation, she would be known as a girl who wrote erotic poems. Could she ever go shopping again?


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

The Soaring Dragon Continent is a world of summons, you can only become strong if you become a summoner! Yue Yang, an average high school boy, was suddenly kicked into this world. When he woke up, he was greeted with a lot of worried faces and found out that he had assumed another person’s identity. Turns out he’s the good-for-nothing third son of the Yue Family, who had just recently drowned himself because of a failed engagement. Unlike the third son of the Yue Family who was useless in summoning, Yue Yang succeeded in making a contract with a summoning grimoire on his first try, even when the other guy failed for the past fifteen years. Others would have a headache making contracts with beasts afterwards, but countless beasts tried to gain favour with Yue Yang instead, acting like a good kid before him.
Yue Yang the brat, however, didn’t feel grateful at all: “Scram, Mythical Beasts! Do you think you are cool like that? Go away from me now, I only like beautiful summons!”
Even when royal families approached him for his talents, the shameless brat replied, “I’m not interested in government stuff, I’m only interested in beauties!”

I would also like to tell you that this is not my work. I have just improved the Translation where it could be improved and I have provided all the links that the real author in some chapter so do check them out. Thank You.

That night.
　　 In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Mu Xu Zong was lying on a bamboo chair.
　　 After first aid, he was in good condition, but he had broken eight ribs.
　　 "President Yan, thanks to your help today, although there is no substantial help." Mu Xuzong said weakly.
　　 Yan Chu comforted: "As a man, I should be the same enemy and help each other, but I don't know if the 500,000 spiritual stones promised by the city lord are still counted?"
　　 "What 500,000 spiritual stones?" Mu Xuzong pretended to be foolish.
　　 Yan Chu smiled slightly and shouted to the rear:
　　 "Qingqian! Your father said just now that he will be a good man when he gets better, and he will let Qiuxiang from Tianxianglou wait for him!"
　　 Are you the devil? ! ? !
　　 Mu Xu Zong hurriedly roared: "Five hundred thousand is five hundred thousand. Please also ask Yan Zhangmen to leave a way for someone to make a living!"
　　 "City Lord Mu said he was joking!" Yan Chu continued shouting.
　　 Mu Qingqian did not kill again.
　　 Yan Chu smiled satisfied.
　　 "Hey, Lao Mu, it's the best time for me to say that I'm still single. Back then, I advised you not to get married. You have to get married. Now it's all right, right?"
 　　 On the other side of Mu Xu Zong, a fat, oily middle-aged man sat beside him, holding a pu fan in one hand and a watermelon in the other, eating happily.
　　 "You're so embarrassed to say, if it wasn't for you old man, I could lie here?" Mu Xuzong said angrily.
　　 "Hey, I'm the same as the city lord, don't have an old man, can you respect me and walk together?" The fat man said with a smile.
　　 This fat man who was going to send his wife to Mu Xu Zong, after just introduced by Mu Xu Zong, he turned out to be the city lord of Changle City——Piao Wannian!
　　 Not long ago, Yan Chu took Mu Qingqian away, and Mu Xuzong called his good brother Piao Wannian to Yongan City. The two had a great time.
　　Mu Xu Zong's two dozen beautiful women were all sent by Park Wannian.
　　 "By the way, I heard that the head of Yan is going to my Changle City to accept disciples?" Park Wannian asked curiously.
　　 Yan Chu nodded: "Exactly."
　　 "Good thing!"
　　 Pu Wannian slapped his thigh with excitement: "I heard that the head of Yan is strong and capable of educating students, and that the head of Yan is willing to come to our Changle City to accept disciples. It is a hundred years of blessing for the people of Changle City!"
　　 Park Wannian has heard a lot about Yan Chu's legend.
　　 What kind of strength is already in the Mahayana realm, what makes Li Zeyang break through with a palm, and what "being born with me to be useful".
 　　All are legends!
"And it's a good time for the head of Yan to catch up. Our famous Drunken Fairy in Tianshui Prefecture will come to Changle City tomorrow. This is a rare event in ten years. Even Chutian County will be admired by people. Come, Changle City will be very lively when the time comes, and Yan Zhangmen must go shopping."
　　 Yan Chu wondered: "What is Zuixianfang?"
　　 "The head of Yan doesn't know about Zuixianfang?" Park Wannian looked very surprised, "There are still men in Tianshui who don't know about Zuixianfang?"
　　Mu Xu Zong cursed: "The head of Yan is devoted to Taoism, and he lives in a simple way. Do you think you will be prostitutes like you for thousands of years?"
Park Wannian laughed and said: "If men don't go to Drunk Xianfang, even if the emperor is in vain! This Drunk Xianfang is actually the most famous brothel in Tianshui Prefecture. The women in the square are not only good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also literary and dance. He is also very happy to please men, and Zui Xian Fang is not fixed in one place, but a large fleet of ships that only stay in one city for three days at a time, and then go to the next city."
　　 Mu Xu Zong sighed: "If we Yongan City is not facing the river or the sea, we have no chance with Zuixianfang..."
　　Park Wannian said again:
"All of the above are secondary. The most attractive thing about Zui Xian Fang is the oiran in their workshop. It is said that Zui Xian Fang oiran is as beautiful as a god, and there is no woman comparable to it in the world. This oiran has only been doing art for so many years...it's not that he doesn't sell himself, but the oiran said that only the top talented person in the world deserves to spend the night with her, but the top talented person has never appeared."
 "The first night when Drunk Xianfang docked, there would be a Drunk Fairy Lantern Festival. All literary talents would come here admiringly, reciting poems, and competing for the top of the so-called talented scholars... Hey, I read little, and I am a oiran. Hopeless, but head Yan can go and try."
　　Piao Wannian, this guy is not only rich in experience, but also has a series of conversations, which makes Yan Chu ticklish.
　　 He wanted to see how beautiful this so-called oiran was.
　　 As for the Drunken Fairy Lantern Festival and poems, Yan Chu was not afraid at all.
　　 In the last life, the Chinese teacher always asked him to recite ancient poems. Yan Chu didn't understand it at the time. Now he understands-that is the golden finger prepared by the teachers for future students to cross!
　　 The head of the talented scholar, casually chanting a few poems, isn't it easy to catch him?
　　 "City Lord Park, I will go to Changle City tomorrow and ask the old driver to lead the way." Yan Chu said with his hands.
　　 "What is an old driver?" Park Mannian asked in confusion.
　　 Yan Chu smiled and said: "This is not important. In short, I will rely more on City Lord Park tomorrow."
　　 "Haha! That's natural!" Park Wannian showed a wretched smile.
　　 "What are you talking about?" Mu Qingqian suddenly appeared behind the three, holding two sabers.
 　　 The three shivered suddenly, and Yan Chu immediately pointed to the stars in the sky and said:
"We are talking about the stars! Oh, the two city masters, look, the purple star is big and round, it seems to be competing with the moon, and there are two small stars flying around... what kind of star is that? ?"
　　 Pu Wannian hurriedly followed up: "The head of Yan doesn't even know this Ziwei Emperor?"
　　 "What the hell?"
"Ziwei Emperor Star, it is rumored that the stars will only appear when the Emperor Master appears. The so-called Emperor Master is a super saint standing above the kings and sages! This Ziwei Emperor star has been around for half a month. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Although the light is dazzling, it is a little worse than the real Ziwei Emperor. This shows that the mysterious emperor is one step away from the real emperor."
Mu Xuzong followed, "But even so, this newly-emerged Ziwei Emperor Star has already moved into the Kingdom of God, and the seven holy places have sent people to find this powerful emperor. You see, Lord Yan, that There are two stars flying by the purple emperor star, indicating that this emperor teacher has trained two preparatory emperor sages."
　　 "Emperor, sage, Ziwei Emperor... How do I feel so familiar?"
　　 Yan Chu looked at Mu Qingqian in surprise: "Qingqian, when you and Zeyang had an epiphany that day, what was the qi that appeared on your head?"
　　 "Xuan Huang Zi Wei Qi." Mu Qingqian replied lightly.
　　 "So you two are preparing for the emperor and sage?"
"probably."
　　 Yan Chu was overjoyed and quickly said: "Congratulations, if you two dominate in the future, don't forget me as the head!"
 　　The disciple became the emperor and sage, so he should be flattering.
　　 Mu Qingqian looked at Yan Chu suspiciously: "Head, the second junior brother and I are preparatory emperor sages, you are the emperor, why would I forget you?"
　　 "Hey, yes! I am the emperor!" Yan Chu reacted.
Yes indeed! Lao Tzu is an emperor! The emperor is clearly better than the emperor and sage!
　　 He turned around, but saw Mu Xuzong and Park Wannian's expressions sluggish, and the emotions in their eyes were hard to find in the world.
　　 "My daughter... is actually the preparatory emperor sage??" Mu Xu Zong muttered to himself, "Yan Zhangmen... is actually the legendary emperor?!!!"

 Criminality, it is one of those very few things that will forever remain on this planet of ours as long as humanity thrives. It is the spark that enlightens chaos, ripping apart the fabric of order and justice. Men of the society are known to be greedy devils, longing for those desires that crippled their minds. Don't get me wrong, even those who sew the fabric may be selfish at times.        Wealth, power, everybody longs for something. Their determination to seek for those desires is what leads to the infamous birth of criminals and masterminds. 
They are clever and genuine; therefore, they have been known to be the demons of the innocent. What is worse is that these demons are always among us. You never know when the person closest to you is actually one of them. Sometimes the truth reveals itself in unexpected ways. They may act innocent at first, gaining the trust of many and waiting for the perfect opportunity to commence their evil schemes.            
For others, these schemes are treated like bread. No matter how genuine these masterminds are, there will always be those pieces of crumbs left behind. And so, it is the duty and obligation of the analyst to find even the smallest of crumbs to detect who or why they have done it. Criminals do not flout the laws because of boredom. In every scheme, there is always a backstory to it, a purpose.       
 There are those who never intend to inflict harm to his fellow countrymen but because of the temptation of sin they fall into degeneracy. The poison of envy, the corruption of the human soul because of deep grief, and the longing for vengeance, these are the paths which lead an innocent to guilt.        
Pardon me, I have not introduced myself yet. I am Felix Schneider. I am a man with an age of forty-six, born in the city of Rome in the year 1890. My family and I were known as patricians, a class of the wealthy and rich. It is when I was ten when my family moved to Berlin, Germany. We bought a house, similar to our manor in Rome.       
As a child, I had great interest in writing. It is my passion, my forte. Every day, may it be during school hours or free time, I would write poems and short stories. As years passed, I developed my writing skills and in the year of 1920, my first book was published. It was entitled, "Geist der Jungfrau Spitze" a classical horror novel with a pinch of romance. In English, it means,  "Ghost of Maiden's Peak." I was surprised my first novel has gathered the attention of many.      
   I was proud; therefore, I did not stop my habit of writing and instead, I improved them over time. Throughout the following years, I wrote and published twelve books either a mystery or horror one. I aimed to be a fantasy writer, however, I failed miserably so I stayed in my comfort zone.      
  The more books I wrote, the more famous I became; hence the lucre of our family increased. My mother and father, both were proud of my works, sometimes even preferring me over my brothers and sister. Due to this, there was a slight jealousy among my siblings and they'd argue with me at times.         
As time passed, I became a famous author throughout Europe, and soon my name would spread to other continents. My books were the sources of my income; thus I became a wealthy man. Along the way I made enemies with other authors fighting for popularity and fame but that did not stop me from continuing my work.      
 In 1933, I met a woman who goes by the name, Margaret Symphony. She was like the gleaming disk of the sun for her beauty stood out from the rest, and she was known to be benevolent. She was passionate, a humble rose, a woman with a brave heart, willing to right whatever was wrong. At first glance, I fell in love with her. I would write stories and poems to express my feelings and in the month of February 1934, I made the decision to propose. As luck would have it, she said yes.        Together, we decided to buy a manor in the state of Dresden, Germany.
 Margaret was a woman who loved nature; therefore, I surprised her with a manor still in the state, but far from the city proper. Our house was located somewhere deep in the woods, a place where we could feel the fresh zephyr, and hear the hums of birds and animals. My wife was happy. Every day she would go outside to pick flowers and plant them in our vast garden behind our house.      
  Her smile whenever she mingles with nature gave me inspiration to write as I would watch her from the balcony. Another reason why we bought a manor in the first place rather than a simple house or cottage was because we were planning to have children. However, that dream of ours was crippled.       
 It started in 1935. I had to leave my wife in order to attend a business trip in France. She was willing to let me go as long as I promise to bring her flowers when I return. For one year, I stayed in France, talking and having meetings with gentlemen wearing their tuxedos. However even if I am busy, I would always allot time for my Margaret. Every night, I would send her letters and in the following day she would reply. Her letters, they would always end with the sentence, "Do not forget my flowers, darling." It always made me smile even until this day. 1936, and I sent my final letter, telling her about my arrival to Dresden, Germany.          
     My business trip is over, and it has been a year since I've seen her. She was pleased to receive my letter and even wrote one back before I left my apartment. I was surprised; she planned a reunion inviting all the members of my family and even my compadre to our manor.     
   I arrived at our house at exactly three in the afternoon and there I was greeted by the smiles of my siblings, my parents, and theirs. My compadre was also there and so was my cousin. I knew tonight would be the feast of a lifetime. I also met my wife, wherein I gave her the flowers I promised. She was delighted to receive those Iris flowers.      
  After dinner, during the time when the moon was about to reach its pinnacle, I stayed in my room to continue a draft of my latest novel entitled "Emordet" wherein in English it means "Murdered". I knew from the very beginning since I arrived at my manor, something suspicious was going on but I ceased to tell my wife and family about this. Amidst the moonlight entering my balcony, unsure of what time it was, I was struck blindly, murdered viciously. The famous Felix Schneider was now nothing but a pale dead corpse.         
     It is not my duty to tell who or why was I murdered for this is the obligation of Europe's greatest detective. A cunning perfectionist, making sure everything is balanced and neat. He may be arrogant at times, but his brilliance and cleverness exceeds mine. He is the famous Detective Wulfric Maxwell, and now it is time to solve the case of my death in a manor filled with mysteries and twists. Who is to blame for the death of an innocent? Or am I an innocent in the first place?

Helen looked absent-minded lately.
In the past, she had gone into mystic realms to increase her strength, doing the same things repeatedly day after day and year after year to increase her strength. She did things such as killing high-level magic beasts and completing large-scale battles, etc.
She had set targets for herself each day and finished them mechanically without thinking.
However, it was different now. In this world named Resident Evil, she would wonder if there were more powerful magic firearms or even simpler and condensed combat techniques.
She even wondered about the ending to this weird story about Leon and Claire.
In this strange world completely different from the realm world, what kind of schemes are hidden behind the scenes? What is the ending to this story?
Everyday day, a driven by strong curiosity, she went into the world of this story to explore. It was something that she wished to do as early as possible each day.
She had kept track of how much strength she had gained each day before. But now, she didn't care about it as much compared to other things.
She shook her head. In fact, she didn't have time to think about the game right now. She was working and on duty.
The Golden Griffin Legion strolled with a small team of elves on the street not far from the White Pigeon Square.
The warm afternoon sunshine fell on the pebble-paved street while the balmy wind brought them the fragrance of soil and flowers, scattering the tense atmosphere before the war.
For the Elf Clan that loved peace, they disliked the word 'war.'
When the elves heard the knights of Golden Griffin talk about the recent news about the war, they frowned in displeasure.
Elves exceled in poems, literature, and music, but it didn't mean that they were not good at combat. In fact, they had inherited a set of ancient combat techniques from their ancestors and had the most famous sword masters and archery masters in the world.
"Mr. Lance." The leader of this team of knights was a middle-aged knight wearing golden armor; he was about 40 years old. Riding alongside him was a male elf with pale golden hair and exquisite and elegant facial features. He wore green tight-fitting leather armor engraved with beautiful and complicated patterns.
As if sensing the mood of this male elf, the knight in the lead changed the subject. "The knights of our nation value exquisite and advanced combat techniques. In this city, we have masters from all over the world. Mr. Lance, if you have time, you can visit the outstanding magic craftsmanship in our Canglan City."
"Really? I heard many people talk about Canglan City's magic craftsmanship and the mystic realm craft studios belonging to the Alchemist Union." Before Lance could speak, an elf girl who was about 16 years old said cheerfully behind them, "But our Silver Moon Forest's magic craftsmanship and combat techniques are also not bad."
"Of course. The Silver Moon Kingdom has the famous Moonlight Sword Saint, Master Pluto, and Master Sara…" The man in golden armor shook his head and said, "Mr. Lance is a sword master as well. There are so many masters in your kingdom."
The girl stuck out her tongue and said. "I heard that the people who have the privilege to join the Golden Griffin Knight Legion are elites among elites. Mr. Elven, you are a level 7 master already and an influential figure."
Their horses ambled along the bustling street.
Legion Commander Elven looked up. "Origins Internet Club?"
"When did such a shop appear in our city?"
"It only opened recently…" A female knight said, "It's said to be a cultivation mystic realm… I heard someone mention it lately." 
"It's a good shop," the female knight added.
"Ugh…? We were just talking about these realms, and we ran into one? " The middle-aged legion commander said, "Mr. Lance, do you want to go in and have a look?"
At this time, Mr. Fang had few customers.
While he sat in boredom, two teams of knights stopped at his door and walked in.
These people found the items in the shop quite weird, but they were less confused when they saw that the shop owner was a foreigner.
"I think you, Ms. Sala, is an unusual genius. Few people of your age can join Mr. Lance's team," they continued to chat.
"Mr. Elven, your teacher is a famous master in this nation; we don't dare to compare ourselves to him."
"I remember that Mr. Lance is one of the youngest sword masters in the Silver Moon Kingdom."
"This should be a basic mystic realm of the lowest difficulty level…"
While talking about things like masters and sword saints, these people paid, got on computers, and started the game.
-In less than ten seconds-
"GAME OVER!"
"!!??"
They suddenly stopped chatting.
The place turned silent.
"Such lame players dare to say that they are masters and sword saints…?" Big Sword Crete swaggered past them with his peers and a bottle of Coke in his hand. He learned the slang from the shop owner and used it while glancing at the back of the heads and the tall computer chairs.
Helen who was about to start the game in excitement heard this comment. "Pu…!"
Elven stuck out his head from behind the computer chair while his face twitched. "…"
Lance stuck out his head from behind the computer chair as well. "…"
"Damn it!"
…
Different from the old shops, the new shop was harmonious without any trouble after Mr. Fang showed off his ability to fly on a sword and sent Helen flying with one sneeze.
However, the cultivators and warriors in the old shops in the Deserted Sea Realm and Spiritual State had a different feeling now.
In the desolate remote place north to the three saint factions, the sky suddenly turned dark with thunder, lightning bolts, and gloomy clouds appearing!
- Meanwhile, in the sky above the small nation of mortals in the Morning Star Sea Realm where Fang Qi had visited once -
Boom!
Black lightning bolts as thick as water streams destroyed buildings,!
In the deserted snowy land in the westernmost area of the Spiritual State, gloomy clouds gathered with the same horrifying phenomenon!
At this moment, Mr. Fang received a prompt from the System.
[Beep! With most players in the shops reaching the threshold for combat techniques, you have obtained the achievement, Basic Techniques.]
[Activating the series of achievements tasks: Techniques Reaching Dao.]
[Techniques Reaching Dao (I): Basic Techniques (the number of players who have mastered the basic techniques reaches 10,000. Completed)
Achievement Reward: Limited Time Offer – Movie: The Duel (Obtained)]
[TL Note: The Duel is a 2000 Hong Kong wuxia comedy film directed by Andrew Lau and starring Andy Lau, Ekin Cheng, Nick Cheung, Kristy Yang, Zhao Wei, and Patrick Tam.]
[Techniques Reaching Dao (II): Basic Techniques (the number of players who have mastered the basic techniques reaches 50,000. Incomplete)
Achievement Reward: Limited Time Offer – Movie: Tai Chi Master]
[TL Note: Tai Chi Master, also known as Tai-Chi Master and Twin Warriors, is a 1993 Hong Kong martial arts film directed by Yuen Woo-ping, and produced by Jet Li, who also starred in the film.]


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

"He is joking, right.", whispered a man in the audience to his friend.

"It's a love poem to a princess. There is no other princess than her."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"Why the trouble to make a poem about a princess when the theme is the moon?"

That's right. After all, in this kind of contest, the theme was not considered absolute. In the case of the Moon, the theme could be moonlight, moon-viewing, even battle under the moon would not be considered weird. But of all the possibilities, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan chose the Moon Princess. From the multiple meanings and message, it was a love poem. Out of all the time possible, he did it when Princess Ming was watching. How could this not be a coincidence!?

"...", the man could only stay silent.

Not just him, currently no one said anything. They did not cheer for the poem. They did not boo him for wooing the princess. After all, this was the first time a participant ever uses a poem to confess his love.

They did not know what to do. Confessing your love to a woman was good, they will surely support him. But, the target of the confession, the Princess of Xiang Lan Nation. Do you think she will accept someone like you?

What they need to do was to wait for Princess Ming's reaction, then they will go along with whatever the Princess said. With her outgoing personality, she will probably say something like 'Big brother poem is the best!' or 'Qiao An thinks this poem is inappropriate!'. The former answer means they will cheer for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One and praise his poem. The latter means they will condemn him for his action.

Kong Ling Jue and Emperor Fu Sheng Jian, the two men who know the real identity of the young man were especially shocked. Is that why you're here? Feng Ao Xiu must have found out that the Princess is here as a special jury, so he participates in the contest to pursue her.

Everyone intensely stared at Princess Ming. However, it only makes her more embarrassed. This was a new side of the Princess who was always cheerful and outgoing.

[Why is she so embarrassed? Isn't she supposed to be outgoing and cheerful?]

In the middle of it, was one man who's more confused than anybody, Feng Ao Xiu. 

[What happened? What's wrong with the silence? Could they have found out that I was cheating!?]

Yes, Feng Ao Xiu cheated again. The rules stated that the poem must be originally made, which Feng Ao Xiu did not follow. It was a big gamble considering that there were many scholars who knew thousands of poems and could easily detect if the poem was original. However, he was sure that if he used one of the poems that he learned during the last three years, no one would find anything weird.

Feng Ao Xiu shook his head. 'The Moon Princess' was a popular poem, but no one here has ever heard of this poem.

[Is there something wrong with the poem? It's just a love poem for a princess, there is nothing wrong... Wait! What the f*ck!? What have I done!? Princess Ming is here!]

Feng Ao Xiu did not know what to do. He could only stand there in silence waiting for a reply.

The silence continues. After about a minute of no sound, the Princess realized that all the attention was on her. She finally opened her mouth.

"I... It's..."

Oh! The Princess finally responds.

"It's ugly! I... I hate this poem! You pervert!"

Although Princess Ming said harsh words, everyone perceived it differently. 

[The Princess is angry! She's cute when she's angry!]

[Her personality doesn't allow her to be angry. What happened!? She's like a different person.]

[With that embarrassed look on her face, it is obvious she likes the poem, but she doesn't want everybody to know. So cute!]

If the princess wants them not to know, then they will pretend not to know. If the princess wants the poem to be ugly, then they will pretend the poem is ugly. Whatever the princess wished for, they will surely do their best to fulfil.

"Ah... It's too bad! That poem is ugly! I hoped too much from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan!"

"Such an ugly poem. There's nothing uglier than this."

"Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, you did your best, but you cannot win with an ugly poem."

Mo Tie Yang suddenly stood up and said, "I declare the winner Master Sun!"

Kong Ling Jue was the one in charge of this match, he should be the one who declares the winner, but he stays silent. Since Feng Ao Xiu real purpose was to flirt with the Princess, then it won't matter who won.

Everybody claps and cheer, but it's obvious that it was not wholehearted. 

Master Sun Huang won, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan stole all his glory with one poem, for him nothing was more miserable than this moment. Although he won, it feels like he lost. 

Feng Ao Xiu was shocked. 

[It's over!? Just like that! This poem has been declared ugly. I lost!!! Don't you know that this poem is really famous!?]

The Princess occasionally glanced at Feng Ao Xiu. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu stares back at her, their eyes met each other. She quickly turns her head away, "Hmmph!"

Feng Ao Xiu breaks out a cold sweat. 

[What to do!? She's angry! If this keeps up, it won't matter how good I am at the last match, I will definitely lose!]

The little girl controls everything. Whoever she likes will be the winner, no matter how bad you were. If she said you lose, then you will lose no matter how well you perform.

The host said, "Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, It's too bad, but there is no way your ugly poem can compare to Master Sun's legendary poem."

You still dare to call it ugly!? If the real owner knew that you people call his poem ugly. He will definitely kill all of you.

The host continued, "It's time for the last contest! The painting contest!"

"It is simple. Within an hour, the participant could draw anything, it's freestyle! The best painting declared by the juries is the winner! May the best painter win!"

The contest started and the participants started painting. The white canvases gradually changed colours. There were many drawings like a fluffy rabbit, ferocious tiger, lantern festivals, high mountains, and relaxing ponds. It could be said all of them were fairly good.

After half an hour, many contestants finished painting. Although the three scholars gave a solid and constructive criticism, nobody cares about them anymore. Instead, Princess Ming comments became the highlight of this contest.

Fluffy Rabbit.

"This Rabbit is really fluffy. Qiao An wants to play with this rabbit!"

Ferocious Tiger.

"Qiao An wants to have this kind of tiger at home."

Mountain Landscapes.

"It's beautiful! Qiao An wants to go there someday."

Gorilla.

"This gorilla is so cute! Qiao An never see such a cute gorilla!"

"That gorilla is cute?" An audience asked his friend. Although there were many ways to draw a gorilla. Cute was not the correct way to describe this one. No matter how he sees it, it could only be a vicious gorilla wrecking everything in its path.

"Don't ask! If Princess Ming said that gorilla is cute. Then it is a cute gorilla!"

Another man in the audience shouts, "Ah... Such a cute gorilla!"

Princess Ming was a cheerful girl, anything she said will be positively good. She never called anything as ugly... except for the last poem.

Everyone already finished or almost finished their drawing, except Feng Ao Xiu. His canvas was still blank.

Feng Ao Xiu glanced again at the Princess. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu looks at her, she immediately blushed and turned her head away while acting angry.

Feng Ao Xiu smiles. [Ahh... She is so cute! Wait, it's not the time for this! She's still angry!]

Feng Ao Xiu was right to be worried. If her anger would not subside, then everything he draws will be useless. She will just call it ugly again.

[Think! What kind of paint can make her happy!?]

But nothing comes into mind. 

[It's supposed to not just makes her happy but also won't deny that she is happy!? Or at least something that she could never deny it's ugly...]

At this moment, something struck into his brain. But this idea was a double-edged sword, his body shuddered to know all the bad possibilities that would happen with it. However, time was not on his side. This was the only chance he got. It's all or nothing.

Feng Ao Xiu holds his paintbrush. His hands move fast while painting on the canvas.

The audience has been anxiously waiting at what Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan will draw. After all, the results of his performance in the previous contests were extraordinary.

"Look, he starts painting!"

"What kind of painting is it?"

"Ah!!! It's... It's..."

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

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