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This is just some of my poems that I have made and wanted to post :)

It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

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Although young master Zhao was clearly astounded by Xu Que’s performance, he didn’t reveal the slightest hint of it on his face. He stood at his original place, his expression was unmoving. He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip before placing it down on the table.
"Pa da!"
The base of the teacup on the table broke the silence within the hall.
Young master Zhao then spoke, "Ten poems in ten steps, that’s too ridiculous and incredulous. Something as absurd as that cannot be real. This person must’ve already composed these works earlier before he came. When the occasion arose, he then took out the pre-composed poems to recite! Or else, these poems weren’t written by him. He probably copied it from somewhere unbeknownst to me. Don’t be fooled by him!" As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was awakened from their delusions!
Mo Yun Shang who was feeling extremely down and dissatisfied, along with the other students who had been made a fool of by Xu Que finally reacted as soon as they heard this.
That’s right. Ten poems in ten steps, that’s way too absurd.
How was it ever possible that a person was able to compose ten poem and each one of them were extraordinary? That was impossible to achieve!
"Young master Zhao is right. As for that Li Bai, this humble subject finds it extremely hard to believe that he’s capable of writing something as exquisite!"
"Indeed, that’s the case. Also, if everyone was to think about it carefully, all the ten poems shared different sentiments. How was a person able to feel so much and gain so many insights in just ten steps?"
"This Li Bai is incorrigible and arrogant. This humble subject also refuses to believe that those were his own original words. It must be that he had obtained it from elsewhere and used it here today!"
"Outrageous! This man’s actions are too despicable!"
Many students stood out and lashed out in anger.
The group of students who had voiced their support for Xu Que earlier frowned and objected, "Everyone, such words of accusations shouldn’t ever be spoken. If these works were truly written by someone else, based on how extraordinary they are, why haven’t we heard about it before then?"
"That’s right. You know Li Bai as well, he has a strange temperament and personality. He could be honorable at one moment, and a rascal the next. Just based on the fact that he’s very talented, it wouldn’t be impossible that he has the ability to compose ten poems in ten steps. In fact, it would be rather normal for someone as exquisite as him!"
"We have no proof that he plagiarized from someone else. Hence it would be improper for us to assume that just based on subjective ideas and thus negate the effort and works of brother Li!"
"Eh, this humble subject agrees with you!"
With the varied discussions and opinions, the hall started becoming noisy once again.
Madam Ya sat by the corner and gradually regained her senses. When she came to, she saw an entire group of students quarreling, unable to get along with each other. She couldn’t help but frown as she interrupted them, "Everyone, there’s no need to quarrel further. This is just a simple banquet for all of us to become friends through poems. We don’t have to remain friends based on personalities or characters after!"
As soon as she had finished speaking, everyone paused in shock. Even Madam Ya’s expression looked rather displeased. At once, everyone shut their mouths and didn’t dare to speak further.
Afterall, it was known that scholars often disparaged each other. These students had witnessed Xu Que reciting ten poems in ten steps without the need for much preparation. In fact, every single poem which he had recited were of excellent qualities. This caused the rest of the students to feel jealous and envious of his achievements, and thus suggested that these poems weren’t written by Xu Que himself.
However, they had absolutely no proof to substantiate their claims. All they could do was to be sour about it and vocalize their suspicions. This thus caused Madam Ya to tell them off in a rather fierce and displeased tones. The rest of the students scurried to retrieve their orderly expressions filled with regret and respect.
Madam Ya’s warmth only returned after she saw that the rest of the students had ceased bickering. With a grand gesture, she stood up and spoke, "Regardless of whether the poems were composed by young mister Li or not, there’s no need for us to probe further. After all, this meeting was supposed to be about artistic talents and poem recitals. We’re all here to enjoy the poems. What does everyone think about this?"
The students present all nodded their heads in agreement, "Madam Ya is right. We were being rude!" 

"Since that’s the case, shall we proceed with the banquet? Is there anyone here with another poem to share with us?" Madam Ya asked.
Indeed, nobody present dared to open their mouths as they looked down.
There were several students who had prepared poems to recite and yet didn’t dare to recite any at this point.
In all honesty, this couldn’t be helped. After Xu Que had recited his ten poems, who would dare to recite anymore poems and make a fool out of themselves? If Xu Que hadn’t recited this brilliant poems, they could still read it out and might be viewed as passable. What about now?
If none of them would compete in poetry, their self esteem wouldn’t be harmed!
Even the Poem King, Mo Yun Shan looked down in embarrassment as well as he muttered under his breath but didn’t speak. If it had been a normal incident where a poem was needed to rival the previous poem, he would definitely have stood up and competed. He would’ve racked his brains for an inspiration to achieve victory over the previous poem.
At this point however, under the crushing pressure of Xu Que’s amazing ten poems, Mo Yun Shan looked down without an answer for the first time ever. In fact, not only was a poetic reply lost on him, his courage was lost as well.
However, he was thankful that Xu Que had departed right after reciting his poems. If not, the students who had mocked Xu Que earlier would be subjected to repeated humiliation.
Seeing that everyone around was silent, Madam Ya’s eyes revealed an expression of disappointment. She looked outside the hall as her heart sank.
After Xu Que had left, the only person who felt upset and regretful was Madam Ya!
She sighed deeply as her beautiful eyes looked towards young mister Zhao, who was silent and unspeaking. At last, a hint of a smile revealed across her face.
Even though young mister Li had left, she still had four of her great students, who might surprise her later on.
Thinking up to this point, she opened her mouth to speak, "Since everyone doesn’t wish to discuss poetry any longer, let’s proceed with antithetical couplets! The aim of this banquet is for everyone to share ideas and brainstorm together, so that we can all profit from this discussion!"
Couplets?
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up as they broke out in discussion once more.
When it came to poetry, most of them knew that they didn’t stand a chance. However, when it came to couplets, the field was more even. There was even a chance that they might impress.
The eyes of everyone landed on the leader of the four great students, young master Zhao.
They all knew that couplets were young master Zhao’s strongest suit. He even had the title of Couplets King. However, the students all knew that young master Zhao had a mild and mellow temperament. He never liked to be the first person to kick start the discussion. Instead, he prefered to sit back and vocalize the second half of the couplet.
Hence as soon as Madam Ya mentioned the word ‘couplet’, everyone started to get excited once more.
They knew that even if they were to be bested by young master Zhao, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, this person was the Couplets King, and was also the leader of the four great students.
On the other hand, if they could somehow baffle young master ZHao, they would almost certainly gain a reputation for themselves. This was such a great opportunity, and nobody in their right frame of minds would miss it.
Hence the students around all started becoming lively once again. Regardless of the circumstances, everyone was willing to try a couple of phrases and show their faces in a bid to increase their own reputations.
As everyone was rubbing their palms in excitement, ready to voice out a clever phrase which they’ve been thinking about for several months, Xu Que’s shadow had appeared right at the entrance. Nobody had noticed this, but he stood there, his face was filled with a sly grin.
"Eh? Are you about to discuss couplets now? Truth be told, this humble subject’s forte isn’t in poems. It’s actually in couplets!"
When the audience turned their heads to see who was speaking, they almost fainted.
Fuck, big brother, haven’t you already left? Why have you returned!
And…. Poems aren’t your forte? Your damned forte is in couplets now?
Are you here to discuss couplets, or here to incite a riot?
Can you give us all a chance to perform and excel?


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

The next bonus chapter I publish, rather than being only one chapter, will be equal to my collections number... and here is the current progress of each way of getting bonus chapters.;,;. Please help me.;,;.
As of November 14 2018
Poems Published: 7/10, 10/10, 25/25, 34/50 (can only help directly here by giving me poems, but it takes roughly 28 poems to add one... that or time)
Collections: 25/25 (Spread the word of my novel, and get more people to add it)
Comments: 41/100 (Not an excuse to spam comments, but feel free to comment on each chapter, and reply to any comment with a valid reply)
Weekly Stone Rank: Not Ranked (Vote for me)
Years Publishing: 0 (Can't help, this just takes time)
Number of reviews: 6/10 (Review, multiples won't count)
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Updated Daily (until chapter removal):
Poems Published: 36/50 (can only help directly here by giving me poems, but it takes roughly 28 poems to add one... that or time) (Get me to 100 poems in stock for another mass release (not poems published).(12/100))
Collections: 39/50 (Spread the word of my novel, and get more people to add it)
Comments: 65/100 (Not an excuse to spam comments, but feel free to comment on each chapter, and reply to any comment with a valid reply)
Weekly Stone Rank: Not Ranked (Vote for me)
Years Publishing: 0 (Can't help, this just takes time)
Number of reviews: 6/10 (Review, multiples won't count)
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So, if you wish to see many more poems, and not at such a slow rate, please help me out.;,;.

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
Please have fun reading these poems.;,;.
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"The river comes from west in turns; I am startled by the featured scenery. Hundreds of houses gather here to form a county; although having no city walls, they lean against a mountain. The shadow of the sail is looming in the river not far away from the maple leaves. Water gurgled near my bed. In straw rain cape, I am close to Yan Ling; pitifully, I could only look at the crystal river and pass by...What a nice poem! This poem could at least stay in the list of Talents' Pavilion for one year. It's said that it was written by a talent surnamed Xu in Xintong City. Not bad! Not bad..."
"Look at this one. I feel this poem is more artistic. The wild wind blows my white coat; I move on the river by boat. As the sun sets in the distance, green contours of mountains undulate. Feeling cold, flowers drop their heads; being tired, birds twittered occasionally. After seeing smoke rising, I anchor my fishing boat and come to Zhuxi Temple..."
"I don't agree with you, brother Ou. If this poem appears in a remote hotel or a residence of a hermit in the deep mountain, it would be amazing. However, it appears in the Talents' Pavilion. Therefore, I think the poet perhaps want to show off his talent; instead of aiming to be a real hermit. I would not vote him..."
"You're right, brother Li; you're right..."
In the afternoon, after circling around the city for a few hours, Zhang Tie was finally sent to the Talents' Pavilion in Datang City cordially by the taxi driver. Through the constant introduction of the taxi driver, Zhang Tie gradually learned more about Datang City and Xuanyuan Wuji and acquired a lot of useful information.
Xuanyuan Wuji's position in Datang City was like that of Zhang Tie in Fiery-Dragon Bounty Territory. Each action of him would be eye-catching. Therefore, Zhang Tie easily got the message that Xuanyuan Wuji was in Datang City these days from the taxi driver.
According to the taxi driver, at the end of each year, the adorable third prince would host philanthropic campaigns like providing porridge and money and giving condolence to soldiers, civilians and students in the city. Therefore, Xuanyuan Wuji would always stay in Datang City in the entire December. After hearing this message, Zhang Tie finally felt relaxed.
After making a plan to pay a secret visit to the third prince's mansion tonight and kill him when possible, Zhang Tie finished his lunch in a hotel before being led to the Talents' Pavilion by the taxi driver. With the attitude of doing as the Romans do, Zhang Tie started to wander in the Talents' Pavilion.
Talents' Pavilion was a vast octagonal traditional Hua building. Being located in the west of Datang City, Talents' Pavilion was in a hill not far from Datang Learning Academy. It was surrounded by beautiful scenery. No ticket was required to enter the Talents' Pavilion. Instead, each one could get a ticket for free at the entrance. As many people came here, after receiving tickets, they would vote for their most favorite works, political opinions, poems or essays of those "talents" by putting their tickets into the ballot boxes under the creators. In each fixed period, the ballot boxes would be opened and the tickets would be counted. Those with more tickets would rank higher on the list and would win chances to be promoted to high-level officials. 
On the taxi, Zhang Tie had been told about the game rules in Talents' Pavilion. After entering it, Zhang Tie felt strange watching those literati concentrating on those works. 
As for Zhang Tie, the so-called Talents' Pavilion was just a trick that Xuanyuan Wuji used to buy the hearts of people at the bottom of the society and control the public opinions. As he wanted to fight for the throne, Xuanyuan Wuji had to act like a "sagacious emperor". Such a trick would work more or less. However, the so-called talents in the Talents' Pavilion were actually some bottom literati in Datang City and nearby provinces or prefectures. What about those knights of Taixia Country if these people could be called talents? Real knights always neglected these things. A real knight didn't need to show off his literary talents for fame and wealth here. 
These literati had a big say at the bottom of society, who could influence many people's opinions. That might be the reason that Xuanyuan Wuji played such a trick. 
In a world dominated by knights, literati who only thought about reading instead of cultivating their battle strength would not enjoy high positions. Even if these literati could make some achievements in literature, most of them could at most be some grass-root clerks and officials. Very few of them could become the trusted subordinates of third prince like Fang Qingming on His Majesty's side. Right because of this reason, so many literati were longing for showing off their talents in the pavilion as they all dreamed to be the very trusted subordinate of the third prince and provide political suggestions to him. 
Zhang Tie was not interested in poems and essays; however, he was clear about the function of Talents' Pavilion. Standing behind those literati and listening to their comments, Zhang Tie revealed a despised look as if he was watching some kids building a castle using sand.
"Bro, I wonder about your noble opinion..." One of the literati in front of Zhang Tie asked when he caught Zhang Tie's contemptuous look and became irritated. Hearing his words, all the other literati in front turned around and fixated onto Zhang Tie at a stroke.
"Haha, I have no noble opinion; I have no noble opinion. Now that these poems and essays could be displayed here, they are nice for real..." Zhang Tie replied with a big smile as he cupped his hands towards them and intended to leave. Because Zhang Tie didn't feel like wasting time with these humble literati at all. 
"Bro, you're so presumptuous!" One of those literati was instantly driven mad by Zhang Tie's response, although Zhang Tie didn't have malicious intent. As a result, all of them were glaring at Zhang Tie as if Zhang Tie had insulted their belief. "These poems and essays are all top works among hundreds of millions of works. Bro, you might be erudite; how about showing us...We want to broaden our vision..."
"When I watched the snow last year, I got a poem by accident. Its name is Falling Snow. If you want to hear it, this humble man would read it for you..."
"Hmm, go ahead. I would like to appreciate your good piece..." a literati said with a sneer.
After looking around, Zhang Tie cleared his voice. After that, he read his poem under the gaze of all the others, "What is flying in the sky? There's a pile in the east, another pile in the west. Is the Jade Emperor building the Imperial Palace? Screening lime yo, screening lime!"
After Zhang Tie finished his poem, all the onlooking literati were petrified as their faces turned purple, quivering all over...
It appeared that Zhang Tie's interest was aroused. Before those people opened their mouth, he continued, "This humble man got another one when I watched the lightning bolt in the sky. Its name is Singing the Lightning Bolt. Glad to hear your comments about it. Ahem, ahem. I suddenly see a fiery chain in the sky as if the Jade Emperor is smoking; if Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is there a fiery chain...Eh, brothers, brothers, don't run away; I've got some more..."
Those literati who intended to make Zhang Tie embarrassed were severely injured by Zhang Tie's two poems. Soon after Zhang Tie finished his second poem, those literati had covered their faces with sleeves and left there as they didn't feel like talking with Zhang Tie any more.
Zhang Tie pretended to persuade them to stay; however, those literati paced up in case of being influenced by the bad luck brought by Zhang Tie. 
Shaking his head, Zhang Tie smiled and was going to leave. Unimaginably, a burst of applaud sounded behind him. 
"What nice poems! What nice poems..."
Zhang Tie turned around as he saw a hermit-like middle-aged literati in white robe clapping his hands.
"Young brother. Your poems look coarse; however, they're of great charisma. If charisma only is considered, your poems are much better than all the others in the Talents' Pavilion..."
After hearing the middle-aged literati's comment, Zhang Tie knew that he was not jeering at him. Given his personality, Zhang Tie started to like him. 
"Haha, to tell the truth, the two poems are not created by me; instead, I read it from a book by accident. The writer is a rude soldier of Hua people before the Catastrophe..."
"Oh, I see!" the literati replied as he continued, "Young brother, now that you could admit it frankly, you must be a straight-forward man. It must be your first time in Datang City. Me too! Young brother, how about traveling around the city with me..."
"Nice..." Zhang Tie replied with a smile too. 
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

When Lu Xiaoyu heard Lu Shu talk, she rolled her eyes. She knew that Lu Shu had spent a lot of time on his plan to brainwash them. At first, Lu Xiaoyu had thought that he wanted to carry out multi-level marketing. Later on, she found out that Lu Shu had no intentions of doing so. 
According to Lu Shu, if their business spread too far, the aristocrats might be alerted and they might be surrounded. This could possibly endanger them. After all, they were not strong enough. Thus, they could not be too open. 
Lu Xiaoyu then watched as Lu Shu started to brainwash the traveling businessmen. These businessmen were elites. When they had first started, they had done business as well. Who would believe such a trick? They just looked at the profits in front of them and resisted. 
But Lu Shu did not want to trick them. He purely wanted them to be more enthusiastic in selling soap.
When the traveling business realized that this was not a scam, they started to listen to Lu Shu attentively.
At first, Lu Shu had thought that this was very simple. But when he actually carried it out, it was not easy…
It was definitely not easy doing any kind of business. Over the last two days, Lu Shu had to remember the reactions of every single businessman, as well as emotions that showed in their eyes when they heard something… 
At night, when Lu Shu was taking down notes, Lu Xiaoyu lay down beside him and quietly watched. There were times when she felt that days like these were not bad.
For some reason, without Lu Shu beside her, she was always filled with explosive anger and murderous intent. If Lu Shu was by her side, she would be able to calm down.
It was as if an ocean wave had come into contact with the Dinghai Shenzhen[1]. The ocean was still an ocean, but one's feelings were different.
The next day, Lu Shu started to teach them. "How do you do your business? Do you open your doors and wait for customers to come? Do you believe that good wine needs no bush? Let me tell all of you. Good wine still needs a bush!"
That day, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu led a group of traveling businessmen down the mountain to the city. Ye Xiaoming was amazed that they actually dared to enter the palace. But when he thought of their power, he did not dare to act rashly.
There was a meeting among scholars of the King's Studies that day. Lu Shu did not slack off. Recently, he often visited Yun An City to send soap to the scholars. Thus, they had to invite the Azure Dragon Village to their meeting today.
Everyone knew that the Azure Dragon Village would not come. Thus, they did not expect them to actually attend.
But when the Azure Dragon Village arrived, the scholars were shocked… that was the representative of the New King's Studies, right?! 
When the traveling businessmen behind Lu Shu heard the praises from the scholars, they were dumbfounded. How did the new Great Lord of the Azure Dragon Village become an outstanding representative of the New King's Studies?!
Someone asked softly, "What new theories has he proposed?"
The traveling businessmen liked to pose as lovers of culture as well. There were many classic poems in the King's Studies. It was a trend to drink alcohol and ponder about poems!
Someone else said softly, "He said that 'Yi Shanjin' could be the name of a person…"
The traveling businessmen gasped in shock! This?!
Suddenly, one of the scholars smiled at Lu Shu. "Do you have any insights today? We will be inspecting three poems by the King of Gods…"
Lu Shu looked at the thread-bound book in his hands. He shook his head and smiled. "You are far too disrespectful to the King of Gods. Before you read his poems, even if you don't take a shower and change your clothes, at least wash your hands. The poems would be stained if you did not do so, right?"
As he spoke, the Bishop had brought a bucket of water. Lu Xiaoyu obediently passed Lu Shu a bar of crystal clear soap. The scholars watched as Lu Shu used the soap to wash his hands before he carefully flipped open the collection of poems.
When the scholars saw Lu Shu's serious expression, they were stunned. They did not know that there were such practices when reading poems written by the King of Gods.
Everyone looked at Lu Shu's clean fingers, then looked at the clear bar of soap. It felt like a ceremony…
The traveling businessmen looked at one another helplessly. They remembered what Great Lord Lu had said to them during their lesson yesterday. "Sales is not just selling items. When you sell something, not only do you have to entrust the object with its basic function, but also give it significance!"
Lu Shu immediately continued. "How do you give it meaning? Make it feel like a ceremony? Let me ask you, what does this mean? This means to give something that is insignificant significance…"
Now, a simple cheap trick by Lu Shu had become the basics of ceremonies in the King's Studies. Before one read the king's poems, they had to wash their hands with soap from Azure Dragon Village…
How mysterious! The traveling businessmen had their horizons widened. After two days of brainwashing, they still doubted the Azure Dragon Village. But Lu Shu's action gained their respect and admiration.
As Lu Shu flipped through the poems, he casually said, "Typically hand washing cannot completely clean your hands. You must use soap. If you flip through the king's poems with dirty hands, you are being disrespectful to the old King of Gods…"
The scholars and traveling businessmen almost vomited blood. How shameless!
Although the new King of Gods had taken over the throne, he had never rejected any of the old King of Gods' contributions. Thus, the people in this world still continued to respect the old King of Gods. Some of the King's Studies scholars were extremely passionate.
But with Lu Shu's actions, if someone looked through the king's poems without washing their hands with soap, they would be disrespecting the old King of Gods…
Although the scholars felt that it was somewhat nonsensical, but… it suddenly felt very important. It was very elegant!
In reality, Lu Shu knew that some things were held in high regard precisely because they were involved in ceremonies. He had just linked the ceremony with soap for the scholars…
The traveling businessmen felt that this personal experience was a classic. They had never seen this before!
Lu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at the side. She silently said, "How terribly shameless."
Four days later, the traveling businessmen left. They had all come from afar with the intention to earn money, but left with a devout passion. It was not that they had been brainwashed. It was just that when everyone realized how fashionable the king's poems were, a ceremony would allow them to earn money!
This was similar to some religious organizations that needed products like joss sticks. Their business was flourishing!
After that, the saying that one had to wash their hands with soap before reading the king's poems or it would be disrespectful to the old King of Gods spread like a virus. The traveling businessmen repeated Lu Shu's actions in a frenzy…
They marketed their products in a frenzied manner in order to earn money. It was also a subversion of ceremonies in the King's Studies. If scholars of the King's Studies did not bring a bar of soap with them, they did not have the courage to say that they were out on a meeting…
Lu Shu stood on the wall around the Azure Dragon Village and looked at the mountains in the distance. There were too many cases like these on Earth. Diamonds were a global scam in the name of love.
Far too many people have been scammed and kidnapped in that era. But no one was willing to wake up to reality, as there was joy in this. 
The current King's Studies was also the same. Lu Shu had given them a way to increase their importance.
[1] a weapon found in the novel Journey to the West


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

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