novelraw Chapter 986 980: Immortal Poem
Chapter 986 980: Immortal Poem
Under countless predatory gazes from the Literary Realm disciples, Gui Guzi and his group arrived at the base of the Mountain of Books.
At this moment, a figure stood below.
Upon seeing this person, everyone was stunned.
The Poetry Ancestor!
"What does this mean?"
"According to the ancestral rule of the Literary Realm, after defeating the Wen Palace, one can ascend the Mountain of Books to challenge the Literary Master!"
Gui Guzi's eyes flashed coldly as he inquired.
The Poetry Ancestor held a poetry book in his hands and smiled slightly, "You're talking about the rules of the previous era. Starting this era, after discussion among the Literary Realm high council, to challenge the Literary Master, you must pass me first!"
"What?"
These words left everyone, including the Literary Realm disciples, stunned.
The Literary Realm changed the rules, and they were unaware?
However, facing the current situation, the Literary Realm disciples remained silent; adding another hurdle meant greater hope of preserving the cultural pulse of the heavens.
"Oh, the little book! Only when scholars become shameless do they become truly shameless!"
A coarse-clothed youth who arrived later mocked.
If the rules changed, why not announce them earlier?
Just out of fear!
They wanted to use an additional hurdle to increase difficulty.
This time, the ancient book did not respond, seemingly disapproving of the youth's words, for in the Martial World, it is often the shameless who can go further and gain more benefits.
"Little book, one must have a bottom line, the path to enlightenment is actually the path of introspection, you've lived countless years, seen the cosmic reincarnation, how come..."
Noticing no response from the little book, the coarse-clothed youth was displeased and babbled on incessantly.
Every word, every sound, carried the ethereal sound of the Dao, enabling creatures to attain enlightenment instantly.
Sadly, no one could hear it.
Ancient Book: "..."
At the foot of the Mountain of Books.
The Poetry Ancestor stood at the entrance, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, with a hint of mockery; his imposing aura rippled like a Dragon Gate Stone, blocking everyone's path.
"Since you go to such lengths to disrupt the rules, then I will reluctantly compete with you, letting you lose with complete conviction!"
"The Qin Dynasty's Literary Dao fears no challenge from anyone!"
Li Bai chuckled softly, loudly asked, "Compete in what?"
While posing the question, he took a step forward, his white robe fluttering, standing opposite the Poetry Ancestor, with an extraordinary demeanor, as if the literary immortal of old had descended into the world.
"In poetry!"
The Poetry Ancestor spoke confidently.
Being the only one across the heavens and realms who entered the Dao through poetry and broke through to become an Immortal Emperor as a scholar, his confidence and pride had long become ingrained in his bones.
"Very well!"
Li Bai's expression turned peculiar.
In poetry?
Isn't this a giveaway?
His title is the Poet Immortal; in the realm of poetry, he is the supreme immortal, unmatched by anyone.
"You, the junior, I as the Ancestor will broaden your horizons, lest you're blind with arrogance... What the!"
With a flash of coldness in his eyes, the Poetry Ancestor prepared to show Li Bai some colors, having already decided to win crushingly and break Li Bai's Dao heart.
However, before he even finished speaking, Li Bai was already composing.
"'Bring in the Wine'!"
"See you not, the Yellow River's waters from heaven come, rushing to the sea, never to return!"
"See you not, the bright mirror high above is mournful of white hair, in the morning it's green threads, by evening it's snow!"
...
"Born we are with purpose, spend the fortune away, it returns another day!"
...
"Call the boy to bring the fine wine, with you I'll dispel eternal sorrow!"
Li Bai recited poetry while drinking fine wine; the grand and generous verses echoed between heaven and earth, creating countless phenomena.
There were Yellow River waters surging, going to the sea never to return!
There was a bright mirror hanging high, illuminating hair green, becoming snow!
There were bells and drums feasting on jade, along with countless ancients raising cups to drink in the eternal void...
The heavens trembled, the entire 'Mountain of Books' shook, countless creatures had flushed faces of excitement.
Even those who didn't drink at all felt compelled to drink three hundred cups.
"Great poem!"
The Poetry Ancestor was completely stunned, caught up in the realm of poetry, unable to extricate himself.
After a long time, realizing he was in a poetic competition with Li Bai, his face turned extremely ugly, pressure suddenly increasing.
Standing at the peak of the poetic realm across the heavens, the Poetry Ancestor could naturally discern the quality of poetry at a glance; he dare not exaggerate, but this poem alone would allow Li Bai to be immortalized, renowned through the ages.
This poem was an eternal piece!
"Poetry Ancestor is going to lose!"
On the distant auspicious clouds, Great Xia Dynasty Prime Minister Guan Feilong spoke, eyes filled with shock.
That is an eternal piece!
What defines eternity?
The sun and moon may vanish, the seas may crumble, but as long as people exist, this "Bring in the Wine" will forever be told, and people will involuntarily recite it when drinking.
Beside him, Yin Yi and Kan Zhong nodded in agreement.
"Damn it!"
The Poetry Ancestor was panicked, rummaging through his mind yet failing to find a poem worthy of comparison.
Though he is the foremost poet across the heavens, he never created an eternal piece.
As for impromptu composition, unless he was crazy!
"Impossible!"
"He's so young, how could he compose an eternal poem? He must have plagiarized, that's the only explanation..."
The Poetry Ancestor, staring at Li Bai's youthful face, which was absolutely under a thousand years old, conceived a venomous thought, angrily shouted: "What a shameless person!"
Everyone was puzzled, feeling somewhat confused.
The Poetry Ancestor took a step forward, furious with hair standing on end, pointing at Li Bai and said, "As I roamed the heavens and realms and drank with friends, in a moment of inspiration, I composed this poem, which you pilfered!"
The furious demeanor made it seem he suffered great injustice.
The observing strong ones also reacted, looked at each other; Li Bai's poem plagiarized from the Poetry Ancestor?
They found it hard to believe.
"I said so, how could Li Bai at such a young age compose an eternal piece!"
"Though he appears clean and fair, his heart is so filthy, unworthy of being a scholar!"
"A plagiarizer dares to compete in the Dao? So shameless!"
Literary Realm disciples pointed fingers and mocked.
Many faces even displayed a smile; with Li Bai's plagiarism, he lacked the qualification for competing in the Dao, halting the Qin Dynasty's challenge here.
Thus, the Literary Realm could continue to control the cultural pulse of the heavens.
Unless.
Li Bai could prove the eternal piece was his creation.
But how to prove it?
"Poetry Ancestor, why do you claim my 'Bring in the Wine' as your work?"
Li Bai furrowed his brow; he never expected the Poetry Ancestor would shamelessly want to claim his work.
Plagiarizing another's work!
This is a lifelong stain for a scholarly martial artist, leading to abandonment by the cultural pulse, unable to breakthrough for life.
"Why? Because I am the foremost poet in the heavens and realms; isn't that reason enough? If you're unconvinced, then create another eternal poem!"
The Poetry Ancestor spoke coldly, hands folded behind his back.
Inside, he was overjoyed, too thrilled; not only did he win, but also gained an eternal poem to use in his cultivation, possibly breaking through to the celestial respect.
"Now it's troublesome!"
Battle Command furrowed his brow, looking at Li Bai with a hint of worry.
Create another eternal poem!
That's more difficult than ascending to heaven.