The endless void of the mind, displayed on print for thou to comprehend it's meaning. Read each poem and feel what I felt as I wrote it.

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


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...

May we all be blessed with longevity?

Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?

Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!

With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!

Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!

Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers' Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!

Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

Shouts immediately exploded!

"Good poem!"

"What the f***!"

"Heavens! What did I just hear!"

"The pen of God! The pen of God!"

"Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!"

Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!

Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, "What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!" She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. "That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?"

Wow!

It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!

This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium's ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!

What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn's moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.

In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?

Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, "ride the wind to return home"? Why was the word "return" used? A few people from the Writers' Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word "return" was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to "return" to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem's essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers' Association were too shocked for words!

Zhang Ye?

Who was he?

What sort of person is he!?

Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers' Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!

When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?

Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Finally, loud cries began to shout out in unison. Many people were calling out Zhang Ye's name, cheering him on and encouraging him. They were backing him!

Why?

It was because Meng Dongguo was too much of a bully!

He had publicly invalidated Zhang Ye? And even said that he was an amateur? And even called him out to get him onstage for a showdown? And even wanted to find his faults, so as to show everyone how to write a poem? Don't forget that this was Beijing Radio Station. It was Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone was a bit angry that their colleague had been bullied! Hence, seeing Zhang Ye coming up with such a magical and godlike poem in an impressive fashion, everyone seemed like they were on stimulants as they cheered him on. Although they were cheering on Zhang Ye's name on the surface, they were in fact trampling on Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company!

Deputy Station Head Jia's face turned black. He stood up to clap his hands. This was a live broadcast. What were they doing!?

Seeing the station's Leader's attitude, everyone stopped shouting and began to sit down one after another. They were all waiting to see the commotion that was to follow!

The host, Zhang Huo, managed to come around and speak. As he drew in his breath, he asked, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of this melody poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "It's called ‘Shuidiao Getou’.”

Sun Mengjie said, "I already do not know how to evaluate it. I'm a layperson and do not understand melody poems much. However, with me dropping the microphone without realizing it, you should know how much I love this poem. Really, I love this poem to death. Its words are beautiful to an extreme!"

Zhang Ye was a person who did not fear stirring up chaos in the world. He immediately said, "It's alright. You are a layperson, but there are many experts on-site. They are professional Teachers from the Writers' Association." Turning his head, he looked towards Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder. Both of them had already returned to their seats when Zhang Ye recited his poem; however, Zhang Ye was able to find them with a glance. "Teacher Meng, Teacher Big Thunder... Previously, the both of you said my works have no literary value. Previously, you have also said I might not be good at writing poems. Yes, I admit I'm a beginner and an amateur. I shall modestly ask you Teachers for advice to please help me improve my level. Can you advise me on this poem?"

Zhang Huo nearly burst out laughing.

Sun Mengjie was also at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry.

Upon hearing this, Big Thunder nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. He nearly cursed his mother. Your granduncle! I advise you, my ass!

Find a problem? Find faults? I haven't even fully understood the melody poem's complete meaning! Where can I find fault with it!? Although he was unrelenting and was angry, most of this anger came from being embarrassed. To be fair, Big Thunder had no choice but to admit that Zhang Ye's poem was flawlessly perfect. Not even them, probably no one could pick a fault with it. Zhang Ye had trampled on them!

Meng Dongguo was even more direct. He stood beside a youth from the Writers' Association and whispered with his head down. It was as if he was discussing the poem and had pretended not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

Everyone who had called him out no longer made a noise!

Against such a dazzling poem, they had no means of making a noise!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt it was meaningless. There was no need to say anything more. He had already expressed himself using his work. Furthermore, it was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening into it. It was not good for him to say so much, as it was easy to make a mistake with too many words. It would make himself seem agitated. Although anyone could tell that those words were Zhang Ye's way of fighting back, what he said was without fault. He had admitted to being an amateur and had asked for advice as a newcomer. No one could speak ill of that. Hence, he passed the microphone back to the host and prepared to go offstage.

Zhang Huo was actually quite warm-hearted, "Teacher Zhang, although we are in the second poetry appreciation segment, it is still part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Your poem will definitely be voted upon by netizens. Do you want to canvass for votes for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled. "It's alright. There's no need."

No need to canvass for votes? Meng Dongguo and company had all canvassed for votes, but you don't need to?

Zhang Huo did not understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was and could only respect his idea.

Meng Dongguo, who was below the stage, squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He was not canvassing for votes? It was alright, even if he canvassed for votes. He believed that he was guaranteed to receive first place.

There were two reasons. Firstly, he also felt that his poem was very good. He did not believe that his "Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night" was in any way inferior to Zhang Ye's "Shuidao Getou". He felt that it was one of the best Mid-Autumn works that he had created in recent years. Secondly, he had the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo was the first person to recite his poem at the Poetry Meet. It began at 12 noon and ended at 2 P.M. There were two hours, so the longer the program went after your poem was presented, the more people there were to vote for you. There was no dispute. This was also the reason why Meng Dongguo had arranged to be the first to present a poem. As the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President, and a leader of the capital's poetry industry, he could not even show his face if he got second place for this sort of competition. He and the radio station had at least done their best to make sure that he would be the champion. If not, Meng Dongguo would probably not have participated in it, as it would affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

Now, it was already 1.30 P.M. That was to say, Zhang Ye had barely half an hour left!

Even if the netizens and listeners liked his poem and voted for him, how many votes could they cast? It definitely could not exceed the votes for Meng Dongguo. Hence, he believed the championship title was likely in the bag!

Other people also shared his thoughts.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom had the same thoughts. Although they knew that Zhang Ye's melody poem was well-written, it had no chance of becoming the champion. It was also quite impossible for him to enter the top three. How many votes could one garner in 20+ minutes? The other people already had more than ten thousand votes. It was already not bad if Zhang Ye could get into the top ten! When the results were out, people would not care about the procedure or that there wasn't enough voting time. They only looked at the final outcome. When the top three was dominated by people from the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye was ranked beyond third place, then it was a way for the Writers' Association team that Meng Dongguo led to save their face!

Ah, alright!

Your melody poem this time had a lot of literary value to it!

We acknowledge that your melody poem was indeed very good!

But so what? Aren't you still ranked behind us? In the end, everyone will still see that you are inferior to us professional Teachers from a professional body like the Writers' Association!

Scholars tended to be more stubborn. There may have been some small conflicts at the beginning, but as the situation worsened, neither side would agree to back down. Anyway, they were going to go forceful on Zhang Ye! This was probably the clash between their orthodox background as Teachers of the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye, a half-past-six unorthodox "amateur" that wrote supernatural stories, fairy tales and poems! They would not give up until they beat the other party into submission!


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!

"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

71. Later, you will meet me prostrating in the third of the night. While the others are sleeping, but I pray. Just asking that I be able to make you happy from the previous days. Until I made God and His angels as the only witnesses of the love I have for you until this moment. Until the angels are willing to say aameen to him. Until God smiled, then blessed him. (1394th poem, 09 May 2017)
72. Cheer up dear, live today with the most beautiful smile you have. Don't worry about the ugly dust, I have removed them. Don't worry about the sharp gravel blocking the road, they have been fixed by me. (1404th poem, May 10 2017)
73. Do you see, God? Her smile was so beautiful, it was full of charm. (1378th Poem, May 08 2017)
74. Now, nothing else is mine that is completely mine. Nothing is more complete than all of mine. Now, mine is yours. My world, my poetry, the sky and even the sky of my heart, has been filled with everything about you. (1398th poem, May 10 2017)
75. And I have embedded my poetry on your body. May you be not only a place for all my poetry to rest on, but a place for me to live and settle down. Hopefully, your harbor is a place for me to always return to. (1424th poem, May 10 2017)
76. I love you through the verse of poetry. Simple, if my poetry stops writing, then at that moment you will know that I have stopped loving you. (1410th poem, May 10 2017)
77. Sometimes when you sing, I ask questions, come back guessing. Who is the lucky boy who managed to penetrate the cavity in your chest? (1382th poem, 09 May 2017)
78. I don't greet you directly, it doesn't mean I don't care about you. All my attention has been devoted to prayer and poetry. Where my little writing is always implied the deepest meaning of affection and sincerity. (1269th poem, 27 April 2017)
79. And if the river of letters that I write always leads to a sea of ​​poetry that has definitely bonded with you, then what should I do to stem it? While you also know that no matter how far the river flows, no matter how fast the river ripples, it still passes away to the crashing waves in the middle of the sea. (1330th Poem, May 04 2017)
80. I write poetry here not only to amaze you, but as a way to make you smile. At the end of the twilight, I have come to help solve your problem. So that when the night picks up and the twinkling of the stars begins to appear, you can fall asleep along with all the beautiful dreams and stories. (The 1134th poem, 16 April 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

"Good poem, good poem." Fairy Tian Lu laughed charmingly: "Especially the last line, my dream beauty is here under the moon, it was truly beautiful. I think it is definitely talking about me, hehe."
She improvised a humorous remark, easing the atmosphere in the pavilion.
Lun Fei gave a helpless and bitter smile, sitting down again: "Please don't mind my crude creation, it is hardly presentable."
"Lun Fei, you are too modest, I have a poem as well." Luo Mu Zi said. 
"Oh? We would love to hear it." Qiao Si Liu smiled, looking at Luo Mu Zi with anticipation.
Luo Mu Zi turned silent for a moment before slowly reciting.
Climbed mountains to seek immortality,
Danger present in every step.
Dust specks float like light,
Dark Gu lurk in heart.
A dream like golden jade,
Thousands of years of loneliness.
Five regions and nine heavens,
Everything is in one breath.
The concept and imagination in this poem with five words in each line immediately moved the Gu Immortals.
They carefully savored it.
Climbed mountains to seek immortality, referred to a Gu Immortal's cultivation.
Danger present in every step, Gu Immortals needed to deal with calamities and tribulations in their cultivation, devoting all their effort in managing their immortal aperture. It was like climbing a mountain, the higher they reached, the more dangerous it became.
Dust specks float like light, the meaning was that time was always passing by, and in the mortal world, dust gathered on people and people were like floating dust. 
Dark Gu lurk in heart, on the surface, it referred to Gu Immortals storing Immortal Gu and mortal Gu in their immortal apertures. But the Gu Immortals present had deep background in literature, they could already savor the deeper meaning.
Dark Gu referred to darkness, setbacks, failures, compromises, disappointments, and other negative feelings.
Mortals thought immortals had good lives, but immortals faced difficulties they did not know. Just look at the living beings in the world, who was truly free and unfettered? 
Gu Immortals endured huge pressure in their cultivation, it was unavoidable for them to have negative feelings, even Immortal Venerables and Demon Venerables were not an exception.
Climbed mountains to seek immortality, danger present in every step. Dust specks float like light, dark Gu lurk in heart. These phrases were brief but contained profound meaning, which when carefully considered, resonated greatly with Gu Immortals.
The lines after this, 'a dream like golden jade, thousands of years of loneliness'; it referred to gold and jade, all kinds of wealth, being superficial objects and just like dreams. As time passes, love, hatred, and all feelings disappear. It showed how the poet looked indifferently at the changes in the world, that their mind was free from mortal emotions.
The final phrase 'five regions and nine heavens, everything is in one breath' was filled with vigor and majesty, sweeping away the gloominess and heaviness from the previous lines. There were several other meanings to it, as long as humans had one breath left in them they were living, when they lose this breath, they would die. People strived and fought for that one breath. Using the world as an analogy, Gu Immortal cultivation was just like the pillars holding up the five regions and nine heavens, everyone was just working hard to support themselves.
The entire poem was slow at first before it became faster in momentum, creating a majestic scene that filled the listeners with admiration.
For a moment, the pavilion was filled with silence, the immortals quietly ruminating over this poem.
Qiao Si Liu thought to herself: "Strange, from my understanding of Luo Mu Zi, how could he create such a poem with his nature? He probably stole someone else's work, hmm, he also did not say it was his creation."
She sized up Luo Mu Zi.
Luo Mu Zi looked calm on the surface, sitting upright as he quietly drank his tea, but the smile on his lips gave away his inner feelings.
Qiao Si Liu inwardly smiled, but did not expose him.
She then turned her sight towards Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan's expression was unexpectedly strange!
"This is Qi Jue's Five Words Poem? How is it possible! Didn't Demon Immortal Qi Jue's grotto-heaven only appear when dream realms flourished in the five regions chaotic war?"
'Strange! Strange! Strange!'
Demon Immortal Qi Jue was a great expert from the Olden Antiquity Era, a rank eight Gu Immortal with immense battle strength who had once fought Limitless Demon Venerable three times, the results were a win, a draw, and a loss.
Naturally, the first two battles were when Limitless Demon Venerable had yet to advance to rank nine.
And, in the final battle, Limitless Demon Venerable had advanced to rank nine, surpassing Demon Immortal Qi Jue. But the battle had still lasted for nine days and nine nights, before the latter was defeated. However, Limitless Demon Venerable did not kill Demon Immortal Qi Jue and let him go.
Limitless Demon Venerable had said this at the time: "You were my biggest enemy, but without you, I would not have trained so desperately. You also had a hand in pushing me towards my current cultivation level."
Having received the recognition and praise of a grand Demon Venerable, Demon Immortal Qi Jue's name was marked in history.
The grotto-heaven left after his death had lasted until the present.
In Fang Yuan's first life, dream realms manifested one after another during the five regions chaotic war, regional walls disappeared and the five regions turned into one. Such a huge change created a turbulence in heaven and earth qi, exposing many hidden blessed lands and grotto-heavens to the outside world. 
Demon Immortal Qi Jue's grotto heaven was revealed in such a situation.
Undoubtedly, the moment it appeared, it caused an uproar in the five regions.
"That shouldn't be."
"Simple logic is that Qi Jue's Five Words Poem was engraved in Qi Jue grotto heaven. How did Luo Mu Zi know of it at this time?"
'Could it be, he has already entered Qi Jue grotto heaven?!'
Fang Yuan's thoughts became somewhat chaotic for a moment.
Qi Jue grotto heaven contained the Demon Immortal's true inheritance. This Demon Immortal was on the same level as Sword Immortal Bo Qing, even Hei Fan paled in comparison to him!
"If I could obtain this true inheritance…"
"Will I obtain Qi Jue's true inheritance by killing this Luo Mu Zi?"
Intense killing intent rose in Fang Yuan's mind once again.
Without knowing Fang Yuan's thoughts, Luo Mu Zi gave a challenging glance to Fang Yuan: "I wonder what great work Wu Yi Hai has? We are really looking forward to it."
"That is natural." Lun Fei quickly chipped in: "Lord Wu Yi Hai's origin is not ordinary, he has plenty of experiences and what's more, Eastern Sea is very rich in resources. I can't compare to the scholarly attainment of Wu Yi Hai."
These two praised Fang Yuan with pleasant words, but their thoughts were anything but good.
Qiao Si Liu was well aware of it, at this moment, she did not protect Fang Yuan but stared at Fang Yuan and encouraged him: "I also really want to listen to your poem, I am sure it will definitely be interesting and special."
"Yes, yes." Fairy Tian Lu quickly agreed.
For a moment, Fang Yuan was pressured by everyone, he rubbed his nose and gave a forced smile: "Friends, you are all overestimating me, how could I have poems, I don't know how to make any."
"Wu Yi Hai, you are modest! Too modest!" Luo Mu Zi laughed.
Fang Yuan shrugged: "I am telling the truth, I did not even know we would have to recite poems to appreciate the moon."
"Since that is the case, Wu Yi Hai, why don't you make one right now, it should be a wonderful work, don't worry if it takes a bit of time, we are all willing to wait." Lun Fei said, not letting Fang Yuan off.
Fang Yuan heaved a deep sigh.
Of course, he had a lot of poems in his head.
There was many poems praised since ancient times from Earth, he could casually copy any of those famous stanzas, it would be enough for this occasion and resolve the difficulties from these Gu Immortals. 
But…
But so what?
Fang Yuan gazed around.
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei loved Qiao Si Liu, they naturally considered Fang Yuan an eyesore, both had come to a tacit agreement to work together and knock down their rival. What good would it do for him to contend with such losers? 
Fairy Tian Lu was Qiao Si Liu's best friend and was indeed working hard, helping Qiao Si Liu wholeheartedly. As for her lover, he did not speak much and was silent most of the time, quietly drinking tea from the side, this showed how astute he was.
As for Qiao Si Liu…
This fairy had both appearance and background, and was one of the three great beauties of Southern Border, she naturally had her pride. 
Qiao clan might have ordered her to approach Fang Yuan, but she had her own methods.
She had thought meticulously in hosting this moon festival today. She had thought out everything, not only taking care of small details like seating order, she had also brought her best friend to help her, and an even more brilliant move was that she had invited Lun Fei and Luo Mu Zi to take part in the event.
When two men compete with each other over a girl, even if she was a pig, they would think she is awesome. Only when one wins and the other is out of the competition, and when the victor looks at this pig, he will then realize: oh, this was a pig after all!
This was rather exaggerated, but the logic was similar.
When a competitor appears, it would make the girl who is being pursued seem even more precious and more valuable.
Qiao Si Liu was well aware of this logic, so she made this arrangement to evoke Fang Yuan's thoughts and make him take the initiative to pursue her, then she could conveniently agree and hook Fang Yuan in.
If it were the real Wu Yi Hai, perhaps he might have already fallen into the planning of beauty.
Unfortunately, the one she was facing was Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan remained unmoved the whole time because he knew the relation between Wu clan and Qiao clan, and also the scheme of Qiao clan's higher-ups.
With this understanding, Fang Yuan was in a strategically superior and stable position, while Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei were no more than roadside clowns.
When Fang Yuan sized up the Gu Immortals in the pavilion, the Gu Immortals were also focusing their gazes on him.
There was silence in the pavilion, this silence was no doubt a kind of pressure.
"Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei want to embarrass me. Qiao Si Liu also wants me to accept the challenge, hmm….maybe she is feeling a little upset. After all, for such a beauty, the seawater was too rude. As for Fairy Tian Lu, she is completely on Qiao Si Liu's side, and is nothing to worry about…"
Fang Yuan thought of all this, smiling inwardly as he said: "Then let me recite one, don't laugh at me."
"We are all ears!"
"We are looking forward to it!"
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei were all smiles.
At the next moment, the immortals heard Fang Yuan's poem —
"Oh great sea, you are made of water."
"Oh horse, you have four legs."
"Oh beauty, you have large eyes and a mouth!"
The poem ended.
The entire pavilion was silent!
Everyone's expression seemed to have stiffened.
Even Qiao Si Liu and Fairy Tian Lu were no exception.
"This, this, this… what the f*ck!"
"This is a poem? This is rubbish!!"
"This Wu Yi Hai is an utter boor."
"What nonsense is this? Appreciating the moon and reciting poems, it was an elegant event, now it is completely ruined!"
The Gu Immortals were unanimously screaming internally.
Fang Yuan was all smiles as he looked at Qiao Si Liu: "I wonder if Fairy Si Liu is satisfied?"
"Satisfied? Screw you!"
"You still have the nerves to ask this question? You are simply too outrageous!!"
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei roared inwardly, but being mindful of their bearing, they showed nothing on the surface. The pavilion was still a scene of silence. 
"Heh… hehe…" Qiao Si Liu laughed, even though it sounded very forced: "This poem is really special, to tell the truth, I… I have never heard such a poem. It is indeed worthy of being your creation… now that I carefully consider it, it is actually quite funny."
Luo Mu Zi:"…"
Lun Fei:"…"


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 


Zhao Yu had been involved in criminal investigation for a long period of time, so when he found a large number of numeric symbols in the book, he did some quick research and figured out some clues.
First, he searched the Internet and found out that these numeric symbols were a kind of phonetic symbol used during the period of the Republic of China. It represented the Chinese Pinyin during that period. According to the Internet, as the usage of Mandarin was not popular during that time, the Chinese Pinyin was not the same as today. Instead, it was made up of forty symbols that looked like Latin alphabets.
Next, Zhao Yu made a comparison between the numeric symbols and a previous hexagram. Very quickly, he found a matching symbol.
As this was a phonetic symbol, only the correct pronunciation of the hexagram poem mattered, not the exact meaning of the words.
In front of each symbol, there was a corresponding Arabic number. These numbers were not arranged in order of size. Some numbers were one or two digits, whereas others were three or four. There seemed to be no regular pattern at all.
After Zhao Yu found the corresponding symbol to the hexagram poem, he got a long string of numbers.
Strange!
Zhao Yu frowned, as he did not understand what the long string of numbers meant. With a growing sense of curiosity, he flipped through a few more pages. Unfortunately, the last few pages of the ancient book were previously drenched, and many wordings faded off.
From the front page of the book, Zhao Yu saw a drawing. On this drawing was a huge cross, placed right in the middle. In the middle of the cross was a big circle, which was divided into many parts, with some symbols and numbers in it.
Although the drawing was badly damaged, Zhao Yu could still learn a few clues from it. At first glance, it seemed to look like an ordinary math problem on a test paper. But after some careful analysis of both the drawing and the long string of numbers, Zhao Yu finally understood the mystery.
Wow!
Witnessing all these things made Zhao Yu very excited. He hurriedly put out his cigarette and opened another hexagram. In order to not wake Miao Ying, he even covered himself with a quilt.
He coughed under the quilt, and a new hexagram was opened. It was "Dui Zhen hexagram, Dui Ze Zhen Lei. Zhao Ze Yan Lei, Qi Zhuo Bu Wen, Shen Ya Lan Dai, Yu Yi Hun Chen".
Zhao Yu quickly jotted down this group of hexagram poems on the paper, and began to analyze the hexagram in accordance with his latest findings. First, he tagged all the words according to the phonetic symbol of the Republic of China.
The first portion of the hexagram poem was the "Dui Zhen hexagram" and "Dui Ze Zhen Lei", all of which corresponded to "0". Although the book did not clearly explain in detail what it meant, Zhao Yu felt that these two sentences should be the name and beginning of the hexagram poem. Since it was expressed as "0", it most likely meant nothing.
So, he set aside the two sentences and focused on examining the remaining 16 characters in the hexagram poem. These 16 words were evenly divided into four groups. After comparison, he found out that each group had its corresponding Arabic number.
The group "Zhao Ze Yan Lei" was expressed as 1507, "Qi Zhuo Bu Wen" as 8927, "Shen Ya Lan Dai" as 0013 and "Yu Yi Hun Chen" as 2109.
1507, 8927, 0013, 2109.
When the four seemingly meaningless numbers appeared in front of him, Zhao Yu thought through for a long time, and after awhile, seemed to have unraveled the mystery behind it.
He immediately took the drawing from the book and did a comparison. It took him only half an hour, before he found out what these numbers meant.
Unexpectedly, the meaning of this string of numbers matched some of his previous conjectures. First, Zhao Yu looked at the first set of numbers, 1507. Long ago, Zhao Yu had always wondered about those obscure hexagrams, whether they would indicate a certain direction or not. After all, it was a miracle system. If there was an adventure, there must be a place and a direction.
In hindsight, this conjecture is likely to be established.
It turned out that, on that cross, Zhao Yu found location information. Thus, Zhao Yu tried to look at the cross like an azimuth diagram, which then made everything seem to make sense.
Taking the center of the cross as the middle, he would draw a line repeatedly for every 10 degrees. So, 36 lines would be drawn, looking just like an azimuth map. And the 36 lines were undoubtedly representing 360 degrees, with every ten degrees corresponding to one direction!
For example, looking up the azimuth map with 1507, the 15th line indicated the eastern south direction. As for the 07 in the rear, if a person simply divided the map equally into 10 portions for every 10 degrees, the 07 represented one of them. Thus, this method could accurately indicate a location.
Once the location was confirmed, Zhao Yu guessed that the next set of numbers was likely to represent distance.
The next set of numbers was 8927. If 8927 represented distance, its measurement unit could not be either kilometers or centimeters. The most likely measurement unit would be the meter. That is to say, from the location where he opened the hexagram, 8927 meters in the eastern south direction, would be the exact place where his adventure would take place!
Although Zhao Yu also considered that, in ancient China, it was possible to use "feet" or other units of measurement, he was not in the mood to look deeper, and thus moved on to the next set of numbers.
According to his inference, the third set of numbers, following the location and distance, must be time. Time is an essential factor in any adventure.
However, the third set of numbers was 0013, something that was difficult for Zhao Yu to guess. If it was interpreted as time, the time would be in the early hour of the day. But the time right then was already three o'clock in the morning. Would that mean that the adventure was already over?
Besides, Zhao Yu opened the hexagram at two o'clock in the morning. It could not be that the adventure was already over, not when he had only just opened the hexagram! This meant that the set of numbers 0013 might be referring to the time on the next day. Otherwise, 0013 might not even be referring to time at all!
So... If it was not referring to time, what else could it be?
Could it be… Space?
Oh... 0013, could it be... Representing 13 meters high? Is it? But, if an adventure were to happen in an underground carpark, would this be a negative number?
A negative number... A negative number...
Zhao Yu searched the symbol graph, but did not find any negative numbers. He only found Arabic numbers.
With much uncertainty, Zhao Yu shifted his attention to the fourth set of numbers.
2109!
Hmm... Looking at this set of numbers, Zhao Yu's first thought was as to whether it was reasonable for these numbers to represent time.
Then… 2109 would be 09:09 pm in the evening?
Tsk tsk…
Although Zhao Yu felt that he might have unraveled the meaning of hexagram poem, when he saw the current time, he inevitably had some doubts.
Could this be wrong?
The Ghost Eight Diagrams came from ancient China. In ancient China, a 12-hour clock was used to tell the time. Could they have used the advanced 24-hour clock system instead?
As for the measurement for distance, could it be in meters? If 0013 represented the height, would the unit of measurement then be in meters as well?
Does this sound a bit far-fetched?
Could the Ghost Eight Diagrams really have predicted the future, so many thousands of years ago?
Or could it be that the Ghost Eight Diagrams and Miracle system were not created by humans?
Zhao Yu was a smart man. He knew that if he kept on harping on this, he would not get anywhere. So, as a detective, Zhao Yu quickly adjusted his thinking.
Yes!
Now that I might have found the mystery behind the hexagram poem, why don't I head to the southern east direction from my house, 8927 meters away, at 9:09 pm tomorrow, to take a look and see what happens over there… What?


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

As she listened to Chen Xinlu's words, Feng Tianlan frowned slightly. "The Demon King likes Princess Zhao Yang?"
Wasn't Princess Zhao Yang really Sister Lin?
Upon seeing Feng Tianlan frown, Chen Xinlu thought she had hit a nerve, and started gloating. "The Demon King went to the palace in person to send the letter to Princess Zhao Yang. It's a secret love poem."
With that, she started reciting the poem out loud, "Smug and mirthful countenance, dark eyes gaze at the distance. Why is there sorrow over star-crossed love when everything is crystal clear in the palace."
Upon hearing this poem, Feng Tianlan couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "It really seems like a love poem."
"It's a nuanced love poem. Lin is the surname of Princess Zhaoyang, and this poem praises Princess Zhaoyang for her beauty. Because she is separated from him by the palace wall, he feels sorrow, so he wants to get away from the palace and elope with the princess." Chen Xinlu explained the meaning of this poem, then said to Feng Tianlan mockingly, "It's obvious you aren't well educated since you can't even comprehend such a beautiful yet easy to understand love poem."
Feng Tianlan glanced at Chen Xinlu indifferently with a smile.
She wrote this poem with Sister Lin when she was a child. Dai and Lin referred to her and Sister Lin. The wording was originally "Me Dai and Lin", but Sister Lin didn't like how it sounded, so she changed the wording.
This poem was nowhere nearly as meaningful as Chen Xinlu made it out to be, and was completely playful in nature. They wanted to put both of their names in one poem to express how despite not being biological sisters, their relationship was as intimate as blood sisters.
Now, this poem of sisterhood was made out to be a love poem, so how could she not laugh.
"So, don't even think about marrying the Demon King. And you dare claim that you're Demon King's fiancée? If others exposed your lie, they would tell you how shameless you are." What a big fat joke.
Feng Tianlan simply laughed. No one knew about this poem except her and Sister Lin, so she had included this poem in her letter as a will, and in the letter she told her not to marry Shen Yunya.
Mobai brought this letter to the Xuantian Continent and sent it to Sister Lin.
Yet she never expected someone to treat it as Mobai's love poem to Sister Lin. How ludicrous!
Shi Yiqing simply thought it was Feng Tianlan seeking bittersweet joy amidst sorrow, and he comforted her gently, "Lady Feng should stop saying such a thing. If you're heard, the joke itself is a trivial matter, but if the Demon King hears of it, someone could die."
Even in the Western Yuan Kingdom, he had heard of how terrifying the Demon King was.
Feng Tianlan didn't explain herself anymore. It was unnecessary to explain when they were already convinced of their assumptions.
Perhaps it was because she said that Si Mobai was her fiancé, so Chen Xinlu felt that she was delusional and wanted to take advantage of her beauty to rise in stature. Because Chen Xinlu thought Feng Tianlan probably wasn't interested in Shi Yiqing, so she was less hostile towards her besides calling her a toad from time to time.
Chen Xinlu, who was in a much better mood, held Shi Yiqing's arm and said coquettishly, "Brother Qing, I want to eat red-tailed chicken."
"You've already let it go, yet now you want to eat it?" Shi Yiqing glared at her, then asked Feng Tianlan, "Would Lady Feng like to eat it? It wouldn't be too late to grab one now."
"No," Feng Tianlan refused indifferently.
"Brother Qing, what she wants to eat is swan meat. How could she reduce her beauty by eating red-tailed chicken." Chen Xinlu sized up Feng Tianlan. "But with her status, a lowly Dark Supreme doesn't deserve to eat red-tailed chicken."
Feng Tianlan glanced at her, then curled her lips saying, "Go, White Cutie-pie."


"Ride this, my beloved consort!" Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, "I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!"
Having died a cruel and excruciating death in her past incarnation, she was reborn into a body imbued with an impeccable talent for cultivation. A good-for-nothing? Fire, water, ice, wind, thunder, and nature; switching between the six elements is easy as pie. Supreme grade pills? She scatters them in the air like candies. Legendary beasts? They're begging her to form a contract. She is the arrogant Queen almighty! You say that heaven is undefiable? Then she will defy it!
"Bad news, my Lord! The consort has beaten the Empress of the Heavenly Phoenix Nation into a pulp!"
He raised an eyebrow and brimmed of pride, "It's nothing. Send a million troops to back up my beloved consort. Tell them that I'm the one who's pampering her!"

At last, Xu Que and Buttface walked out of that alley. Xu Que didn't care what the strongly built man would do to punish his wife or Lord Wang either.
Very quietly I take my leave, as quietly as I came! Quietly, I wave good-bye and only leave with an invitation! As for the rest, it's none of my business!
"Holy crap! Little brat, how did you discover the hidden meaning in that note just now? You are just awesome!" Buttface, who was following him, said in surprise.
"Humph! Every member of the Exploding Heavens Faction would see through that old trick!" Xu Que snorted proudly as he walked forward.
"I am also a member of the Exploding Heavens Faction! Why didn't I see it? Hey, don't go, little brat! Just tell me the reason!"
They walked away in their usual clamorous wrangling.
As they were walking, Xu Que checked the invitation. He understood that some classy activities would be performed during this banquet held by the Dong Family, such as composing poems and couplets, playing musical instruments and singing, as well as friendly fighting matches and the like. These activities weren't daunting for Xu Que. With the assistance of the System, nothing could baffle him.
The only thing that puzzled him were the words written in the last part of the invitation—the results of all contests and matches don't count!
"This is weird! If the results don't count, what is the meaning of the matches and contests? How could they choose a husband for the heiress?" Xu Que asked with puzzlement.
After reading the invitation, Buttface also was curious. "I guess they will do it according to their feelings! Or according to appearances!"
Xu Que was surprised by that. "If that is the case, I will definitely be the winner, right?"
"Holy crap! I will also attend this banquet!" Buttface said proudly as he touched the hair on his head. The next moment, he put down his paw and shouted angrily, "Damn! Toy poodle is really a psycho! He placed a lot of hair lotion on my head but didn't wash it away with water! Little brat, I need to wash my hair!"
"Nonsense! You can't wash away the hair lotion for it is teeming with life!" Xu Que replied.
"What? Living hair lotion?" Buttface was stunned a bit. Then he said with wild laughter, "Is there really such a miraculous hair lotion in this world? Awesome! I guess it will provide a lot of nourishment for me if I eat it!"
"No...."
Before Xu Que could stop him, Buttface had put his paw into his mouth.
Holy crap!
Xu Que touched his forehead disgustedly for he really couldn't watch it anymore! He turned around and started to ask pedestrians about the address for the Dong Family. He got their address easily; their home was located in the center of the city. Their magnificent and beautifully decorated building was the tallest in the city.
From a distance, the building of the Dong Family was quite stylish and towered into the clouds. When Xu Que and Buttface arrived at the gates of the Dong Family, they were shocked by the magnificent building.
"Holy crap! The iron tower of the R Nation is even lower than this building! Why did they build such a tall building? Aren't they afraid of falling and dying from such great heights?" Buttface exclaimed.
"Nobody is afraid of dying from falling today!" Xu Que said with a faint smile. He stepped forward and handed over the invitation. Then they were ushered in by a waiter courteously.
Before entering the building, they walked through a spacious yard, which was full of beautiful pools, pavilions, and rockeries containing unique rocks. Sculptures of ferocious animals were placed on surrounding walls and rooftops. They were so lifelike that it seemed they could run away at any time.
"Lord Wang, this is the venue of tonight's activities. Please enjoy yourself!"
Xu Que and Buttface had arrived at the entrance to the party. The waiter went back to welcome other guests.
First Realm City was very large, so a lot of young men were attending this banquet. Although the Dong Family had many waiters and waitresses, all of them were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Xu Que found that a lot of people had already arrived. The entrance hall was lavishly decorated with a golden ceiling and colorful stone walls. The floor was covered with embroidered carpets. 
A lot of small tables full of refreshments had been placed in the hall. When the guests arrived, they would sit down at a table and start to chat with others. Xu Que sat down at a table in the front row that didn't draw too much attention. This kind of position was quite suitable for acting tough. If he planned to keep a low profile, this position could be ignored by others easily. If he tried to amaze others, this place could become the focal point of the entire area soon.
Buttface, who was quite honest about his desires, rushed toward the refreshments directly. Then he started to gobble up all different kinds of tasty food!
More and more people were arriving every minute and gathering in the hall. All of them were young talents who were quite powerful and even extraordinary. During this period, Xu Que refreshed his spirit by closing his eyes aloofly. He didn't chat with any of the others. Actually, a lot of acting tough fans like him were in this hall.
One hour later, the hall was almost full of people. A maidservant walked out and shouted in a clear-cut voice, "On behalf of our Heiress, I hereby thank you for coming. Now, the banquet begins officially!"
Then, a beautiful figure walked up from the central area of the hall. However, that place was covered by a gauze curtain, which created a mysterious atmosphere. Through the curtain, they could only see a shadowy figure. A lot of perfume sachets were hanging next to the gauze curtain and they gave off a most refreshing fragrance.
Most people here could see nothing, but the gauze curtain couldn't baffle Xu Que. He focused his True Core Strength and squinted his eyes. Then he could see everything behind the gauze curtain clearly. He was shocked by what he saw. A gorgeous young woman was sitting behind the gauze curtain. Her temperament and beauty could rival those of Liu Jingning. She was quiet, graceful, and seemed a little bit innocent, like Xiao Rou.
Xu Que was more and more anxious to go back to the Four Great Continents. After the revival of Xiao Rou, she was performing cultivation in the Mystery Land of the South Continent. He hadn't seen her yet. Seeing the Dong Family's Heiress, Xu Que couldn't help but miss Xiao Rou.
"I really appreciate your attendance! The purposes of today's banquet are communication and learning about all of you great talents. As the host of tonight's activity, I will have a small poem read out first to get the ball rolling!" The Dong Family's Heiress said as she handed a scroll to the maidservant at this time. The maidservant walked out with the scroll and read the poem on it.
Instantly, the hall was full of applause and compliments. However, Xu Que just sat there aloofly as he shook his head slightly.
"I've heard the Heiress of the Dong Family is of great learning and ability. Today, I was so lucky to see it. I also composed a poem recently. Please comment on it, thanks!" A young man stood up and said politely at this time. Then, he started to read his poem.
The rest of the people listened carefully. When he had finished reading his poem, the hall was full of applause again. Xu Que kept shaking his head as if complaining about how terrible the poem was.
Next, another man stood up to read his poem. This time, the poem was pretty good. A lot of people stood up to applaud and praise it.However, Xu Que was still shaking his head. After that, no matter who read a poem, he would be ridiculed and disdained by Xu Que, who was shaking his head continuously. A lot of people saw his reaction. However, they ignored him completely and nobody blamed him.
Xu Que was totally puzzled.
What do you mean?
Are you really so magnanimous?
My neck is almost broken. I am mocking you! Why don't you blame me? How can I act tough in this way?
This is really humiliating! 
Humph! It seems I have to act tough forcibly! Xu Que snorted coldly to himself and was about to stand up.
At this time, Miss Dong's voice came out from behind the gauze curtain. "All of you are so gifted! I've learned a lot today! Now the poem performance is over!"
Hearing that, Xu Que got annoyed.
Damn! Why did you end it so soon?
I haven't acted tough yet. How could you end it now?
You've ruined my plan!
"Guys!" Miss Dong said again at this time. Her voice was quite melodious. "I guess all of you know I like music very much. I suggest we could have a contest of playing musical instruments. Is that OK for you?"
The people in the hall responded to her proposal immediately.
"OK! Actually, I also like music very much!"
"Hah, hah! It happens that I also have some musical knowledge. I will take this opportunity to show myself!"
"Miss Dong, if I may venture to ask you to play a composition first, so that we could learn from you?"
"Exactly! Miss Dong, I am suffering from a serious illness and couldn't live long in this world. I hope I could enjoy your music, so that I can close my eyes in death."
People started to shout.
When Miss Dong suggested having a music contest, Xu Que started to purchase songs and compositions from the System store.
I've missed the poem performance. I will never miss the music contest!
Since you don't want to give me the chance to act tough, I have to do it myself!
Today, nobody could stop me from acting tough!
I will definitely act tough in the music contest!
.....


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!  

Everyone all seated in a circle with at least a drink or cookie in hand as Kanaya spoke about future meetings and what was about to take place. You could hardly understand a word from her though, only picking up fragments of words in her sentences. The nervousness of speaking your mind was so pressured, that strait thinking was hazed in worry of embarrassing yourself, making you wish to be somewhere else at this moment of time. 

A promise is a promise.' You reminded yourself and looked over to the jade blood sitting next to you. 

"-and so everyone is to share any type of poem or writing that explains more in depth about you in general. Keep in mind, this is a judgemental free zone and anything is accepted as art. Obviously, everyone here today has at least something in common." As she finished her sentence, a couple of laughs were heard across the room. "I would also like to thank Aradia Megido for catering the most amazing cookies to such short notice. Her generosity is much appreciated, especially to our stomachs!"

Aradia stood up from her seat and took a curtsy bow with the end of her long skirt. All who attended, including you, started a light applause for her. "Thank you guys so much! I'm just happy to contribute towards this club!" She seated herself down, but you couldn't help to notice a faint blush on her cheeks. Was she embarrassed?

"Now, I will start as an example and we'll follow like a clock." Kanaya had a piece of paper with neatly written cursive on it. She stood from her chair in a graceful manner, the confidence she had was admiring. "My name is Kanaya Maryam and I have a piece called With What I Have:

With the feathery words I speak,

The cloth I mend together is fragile.

Parts of my skin in patchworks of art,

The blood on my finger tips dance just to fall.

With the soft touch of my hand so meek,

Embroidery at it's finest is hardest to handle.

The blood I draw forms a flower monarch,

So beautiful it grows but quickly dulls. 

With the thoughtful ideas I sewed into its peak,

Eyes come and go but never at a well enough angle. 

The hard work underappreciated tastes so tart,

Tis I will not be satisfied amongst these thread walls."

You knew what the poem represented, but was stumped to why it described her as a fellow troll. It obviously stopped to second guess your piece of scribbled nonsense that took no effort at all. She most likely thought about every syllable, meaning, and letter, and here you are playing with a pile of horse-manure like you know shit about making a meaningful poem. You're a disgrace for even being here.

As Kanaya sat down, she had gotten a few applause and turned to look at the next victim for hopeless social interaction. It went on for a while, each individual having something personalized to their own lives like work, styles, fetishes, the weird olive blood spoke in third person about playing with her pet meow-beast. The next one up was Aradia, and you were a bit more attentive to listen to her than the others. She stood up empty handed, and shyly smiled towards everyone. "Hey, I'm Aradia and I call this poem The Rose:

A few roses are growing in a field, so beautiful they look, so indifferent from the scenery. 

They all blend and intertwine together in a nest of comfort, of family. 

As the months pass by, all of the roses except one began to lose pedals.

One by one, each pedal was lost and carried away by the wind.

All of them withered away to nothing, leaving just a single rose from the parted. 

The rose was alone for the first time of its existence, but it never lost its stance and stands proudly for the memory of what was left.

Still beautiful, still strong, but will forever be missing something unreplaceable."

The red blood finished, a hand coming up to wipe one of her eyes gently as the group gave it's feedback with more optimism. This encouraged a beaming smile from Aradia that made your heart flutter with a tingling feeling. You placed a hand on your chest, a bit confused why she triggered such a strange feeling. Not really denying that you think she's a decent looking female, but you've never felt anything like it before. You guess it's just something to do with the poem she read aloud, it was pretty impressive.

"What the thuck...?" Sollux whispered under his breath as the olive blood shouted meow-beast noises to express her understanding for Aradia. You only rolled your eyes at his comment, but noticed the judgemental one to the right of you was next, nudging him to pay attention. The yellow blood slouched up and pushed up his glasses with two fingers, a smirk finding its way upon his over-bite. "I'm Thollux, and I have a poem about beeth:

Beeth are great.
Beeth buzz.
They are yellow and black.
I like beeth."

The yellow blood took a bow as a few applause broke the awkward silence. You gave Sollux a glare, not because of the lack of seriousness in the poem, but because he obviously is just here to have a laugh. After the poem from the female red blood, it was quite the tough act to follow though. You secretly give him points for at least participating.

"Alright..." You whispered to yourself as you slowly took the stand. Focusing on the messy handwriting that was scribbled in a rush, you cleared your throat to ready the introduction as your hands shook with fear. The room started to spin in anticipation, making it seem you've been standing there awkwardly for minutes just to prepare mentally. As you gave a final glance around, your eyes landed on one eager individual; Aradia. It was surprising to see her supporting you, but this only placed more pressure onto this crappy poem. Finally gaining enough courage to speak, you just wanted to get this over with once and for all. "I'm uh- Karkat and I don't have a title for this, so here it goes:

Sometimes I can't sleep, not from an active mind that I can't seem to settle down, but from fear. The fear itself festers to the unimaginable depths of any dark place my mind can think of. 

It sits there, unmoving, waiting for me to close my eyes as it sinks its sharp talons into my flesh and pulls me under the waves of unconsciousness. 

No one can save me now. No one can here me struggling to breath as it pulls my body more down. It engulfs around me, slowly tightening and suffocating me, squeezing the life out of me just enough for me to wake up. 

I was just sleeping.

It was just a dream."

Your voice had gained volume and confidence as the words flicked off your tongue with emotion. It may have seemed short and sweet, maybe a little rushed, but the pressure that was there had been quickly released. You closed your eyes and respired slowly, finally taking a much needed breath. Reopening your sight to face the group, a flush of heat creeped upon your features as the response of the group lit up with unexpected praise. A twitch of your lips threatened to show, but you quickly took a seat and crumbled up the paper at hand. You were still embarrassed, but not the worst you've imagined it to be.

"Good job, Karkat, thank you for sharing." Kanaya beamed with admiration, placing a gentle hand on the top of your head. You shrugged it off, not wanting to accept any praise you believe wasn't earned. It honestly felt like you barely even tried, yet others besides Sollux, memorized theirs just to impress members. 

Since you were the last one to share, some trolls had decided to head back to the snack table for refreshments, while others stayed seated and conversed with their neighbors. 

"Okay, the wath mildy entertaining." The yellow blood piped up as he slouched back into his chair and crossed his legs, seeming to get comfortable. 

That comment sparked a bit of frustration leaking into your voice, "Sollux, this isn't about having a free laugh. There's meaning into whatever they read and honestly, it wasn't that bad."

Sollux burst out a laugh, "Sayth the guy who didn't want to be here."

With an exaggerated sigh, you let the brewing argument go. You didn't have it in you today to fight with Sollux, though it was your upholding specialty most of the time. It's probably because of the rough couple of hours, your body is finally catching up to it's more physical injuries than mental. Since there's a lingering burning sensation coming from both of your wrists, it was hard to forget the traumatic events so quickly. All you want to do now is go home and reflect on all of the shit decisions you've made. 

Your emotionless gaze caught sight of the hypnotic red blood. She was obviously a professional at socializing, laughing and giving a slight tilt of her head at whatever the older rust blood was saying. A drink was in her hand, almost spilling it as she naturally moved her hands as she spoke back. You wander if she has any personal problems of her own, just hiding them under the fake surface of a red glazed smile. 

"Huh." 

You raised an eyebrow at the yellow blood, "What's your deal now?" 

His hand came up and tapped at the frame of his glasses, quickly pointing a finger towards the troll you were starting at. "You like her, that's why you changed your mind."

Almost choking on the air itself, you stuttered in misbelief, not admitting it to your friend. "N-No I don't! I barely even know her!" 

"Karkat, I may be half blind and all but you make it so painfully obviouth." His brows furrowed and you just stood there with a glare for the yellow blood. 

"You know what I think? I think you should stay out of my fucking business, Captor." With that being said, you decided it was the perfect time to step out and get some fresh air. At least getting away from Sollux for a bit will ease your frustrations.

"Her soul burns as bright as her red lips." 

...

Born in a segregated world amongst humans and trolls, Karkat Vantas seems to be the outcast of both. With his daily struggles of mental health, racial violence, and abandonment issues, is the concept of love too farfetched for this mutant? With rebellion at the edge, he sure wasn't ready to fall face first into the pages of poetry, eros, and total chaos.

DISCLAIMER: Mature topics are mentioned throughout the book such as; racial violence, strong language, discrimination, depression, self-harm, sexual references, and neglect. If the topics make you uncomfortable or you're under the age of 16, it is at your own risk to read further. This disclaimer will be seen once in the book, no warnings of listed topics will be mentioned in advance.

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