novelraw Chapter 987 981: Poetry Ancestor Defeated
Chapter 987 981: Poetry Ancestor Defeated
Above the auspicious clouds, Guan Feilong, Yin Yi, and Guan Zhong furrowed their brows, their thoughts racing as they sought a solution, yet they were unable to find any clues.
They certainly did not believe the Poetry Ancestor's nonsense.
If the Poetry Ancestor had truly composed an immortal poem, he would have flaunted it to prove his Literary Dao long ago; how could it have possibly been plagiarized, and coincidentally by Li Bai in the debate?
When too many coincidences accumulate, there is a problem with the matter.
The forces like the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan, which were friendly with humans, suppressed their anger and fell into thought.
"Xiao Shu, this Poetry Ancestor is too shameless. Do you have any ideas?"
The youth in coarse clothes said indignantly.
The ancient book flashed twice.
"Are you suggesting creating another immortal poem?"
The youth understood, looked at Li Bai, and stroked his chin as he said, "He probably can't do it; only someone as handsome as me can achieve it!"
Ancient book: "..."
He too is shameless!
"Poetry Ancestor, have you composed other immortal poems?"
Under the gaze of the crowd, Li Bai asked calmly, showing no sign of anger over the alleged plagiarism of an immortal poem.
"No, over countless years, immortal poems are extremely rare. I only created this one due to a fortunate coincidence!"
The Poetry Ancestor raised his eyebrows, unsure of what Li Bai was up to, and said somewhat smugly with his hands behind his back.
He had already decided in his mind that "Bring in the Wine" was indeed his own creation.
"Good!"
Li Bai's eyes flashed with brilliance. He tilted his head back, drank a cup of wine with gusto, and said loudly, "The title of the next poem is 'Difficult to Walk'!"
Countless spectators were stunned. Another creation?
They couldn't help but harbor secret anticipation.
"Putting on an act!"
The Poetry Ancestor sneered disdainfully, not believing that Li Bai could create another immortal poem.
"Gold cups of fine wine ten thousand per measure, jade plates of exquisite foods worth ten thousand coins!"
"Pause the cup and toss aside the chopsticks, unable to eat, drawing the sword to look around, the heart is despondent!"
"..."
"Long winds will arrive someday, directly hoisting sails to voyage the vast sea!"
Li Bai, with a light smile and his black hair flying, composed a poem that stirred one's blood and resonated with countless disheartened souls.
The heavens trembled, and countless visions appeared.
Disheartened individuals were full of sorrow, unable to drink wine or eat food.
Path travelers staggered, blocked by glaciers and snow-capped mountains, unable to advance.
Yet, regardless of how many obstacles lie ahead, with steadfast will and courage, they will overcome great difficulties, ride the long winds across mighty waves, hoist sails, cross vast seas, and reach the ideal shore.
"Another immortal poem!"
Some learned martial artists gasped in shock and spoke with astonishment.
What luck to witness two immortal poems.
"How was that?"
Li Bai looked at the Poetry Ancestor and asked with a smile.
"Well..."
The Poetry Ancestor's pupils contracted sharply, his face turned slightly pale, sweat trickled from his hands as he stammered in reply, "Even so, you can only tie with me!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial artists erupted in astonishment, casting disdainful glances and wondering if even now he continued to argue?
Even the apprentices of the Literary Realm lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Li Bai, with his talent, proved he did not need to plagiarize.
Who was the true plagiarist?
It was obvious!
"A tie?"
Li Bai was a bit annoyed and began to step forward; each step released endless talent, as one immortal poem after another emerged.
"Cloud attire and flower countenance, spring breeze brushing the threshold with dewdrops concentrated!"
"To laugh out loud and leave home with head held high, we are not insignificant people!"
"One day the roc rises with the wind, soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles!"
"With each step, kill one man, travel a thousand miles without turning back; upon completion of the task, leave quietly, keeping achievements and names hidden..."
Within a mere hundred steps, Li Bai had created four immortal poems, talent overflowed, and myriad visions appeared, including auspicious clouds and flowers, ancient figures shouting, mighty rocs soaring, and swordsmen traversing the world.
Standing amidst these images, Li Bai looked at the Poetry Ancestor and loudly asked, "Is this enough now?"
The Poetry Ancestor gritted his teeth, filled with anger and jealousy.
"No answer, huh?"
Li Bai continued his steps, slowly reciting one timeless poem after another, resonating in the ears of all.
"I am a mad man of Chu, singing the Phoenix Song and laughing at Confucius!"
"Willing to draw the sword at my side, to slay Loulan directly!"
"Let's enjoy a cup of wine in life, why care about fame in a thousand years?"
"Spiritedly, drop the pen and shake the Five Sacred Peaks, poem completed to laugh proudly, ride above the Azure Ocean!"
...
Thus, each immortal poem echoed throughout heaven and earth, the dao of poetry spread across the skies, shaking the world, shattering everything ancient, stunning all present beings.
Even those who couldn't recognize a single character felt their blood boil, souls transcend, and entire bodies feel invigorated.
Boom!
All the poetic lines transformed into golden characters shimmering in the sky, their brilliance turning the entire world golden, dazzling beyond compare.
At this moment, poetry became eternal.
At this instant, even the heavens made way.
Only Li Bai, bathing in the golden light, drank his wine carefree and uninhibited.
"Puh!"
The Poetry Ancestor, blocking the entrance to the Mountain of Books, gazing at Li Bai as if he were an incarnation of poetry, turned ashen, unable to withstand the blow any longer and vomited fresh blood, collapsing to the ground.
In the next breath, a brilliant stream of light flew from the Poetry Ancestor's Dantian.
This was the punishment of the Literary Vein of the heavens.
From this moment on, the Poetry Ancestor was formally abandoned by the Literary Vein, his Dao heart shattered, cultivation continuously declined from Immortal Emperor late stage to Immortal Emperor early stage.
Moreover, it could never be restored.
"Let's go!"
Li Bai waved his hand, moving the collapsed Poetry Ancestor aside, and walked toward the peak of the Mountain of Books.
Gui Guzi, Dong Zhongshu, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi smiled and began to ascend the mountain.
"The show is starting, let's follow up and see!"
The other martial artists hesitated for a moment, then flew into the Mountain of Books regarded as sacred by countless literati, heading towards the peak without anyone blocking them.
To know, as the sacred site of the Literary Realm, those allowed into the Mountain of Books were either supreme strongmen or accomplished scholars.
From the peak looking down, one would see Gui Guzi leading a vast group of martial artists up the mountain.
"Lost!"
"A bunch of useless!"
On the mountain top, the literary master's face turned ashen with endless anger, his eyes cold and filled with fear.
Though he cursed the Poetry Ancestor and others as useless, he clearly understood that it was not his own weakness, but the enemy's strength that was overwhelming.
"No, there must be a way to win!"
"Right, in the forbidden land, there's a literary master's final masterpiece, not yet publicly revealed..."
The literary master's eyes flashed with brilliance, seeing Gui Guzi still climbing, his body gradually fading away, disappearing.
When he appeared again, he was already outside the forbidden land, hands forming seals to activate the formation, revealing a grand tomb.
Without hesitation, he immediately opened the tomb passage and vanished into the darkness.
A few moments later.
The literary master emerged with a smile, looking toward Gui Guzi climbing, a hint of cold gleam in his eyes.
Quickly reach the top!
Death awaits!