Chapter 745 - - 550 A single hair moves the whole body_2

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He stoked the conflicts between several parties, letting them fight each other, to get through the most difficult stage. Only when his own strength truly grew, could he claim to have firmly established himself in this world.

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Within the borders of Dachu Country.

A group of scholars was holding a spring poetry gathering, originally composing and praising each other’s poems.

But as soon as an “Ancient Literature Saint Anthology” from New Moon Country appeared, all the scholars fell silent. Not even one person dared to touch the collection of poems placed in the middle of the table.

Finally, a pair of hands picked up the anthology. It was a middle-aged man dressed in green. He casually flipped through the poems, “I urge you not to regret parting with your brocade robes, cherish instead the time of your youth… Those who do not work hard when they’re young will live to regret it in old age… Inebriated, I light a lamp to admire the sword; in dreams, I return to the sound of trumpets and the rallying of camps… "

“The poetry created by such ancient sages, although different in rhyme and rhythm from today’s poems, surpasses ours by more than a thousandfold in terms of artistic conception. I mourn that I was not born in their time, unable to join these ancient sages in their struggle against fate!”

“Brother Zhuo Ran, is it true, the matter of the Human Emperor Inheritance in New Moon Country?” a young man, about eighteen or nineteen with the beginnings of a mustache tremblingly asked.

“This collection of poems was brought back by a merchant uncle of my clan. He saw the Literary Heart with his own eyes; how could it be false?” the middle-aged man known as Zhuo Ran replied, “He witnessed the Literature Master recite a poem that blew down the stars like rain. When a meteor fell from the sky, it smashed all the trees within the vicinity. So terrifying was the sight, it wasn’t the least bit inferior to the Cultivators.”

“If the Human Emperor Inheritance has truly appeared, why didn’t it begin in our Great Chu, opting instead for a small country like New Moon?” The young man’s eyes shone, and his lips curled, clearly disgruntled.

“When the Human Emperor appears, he first destroys the emperor,” the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, “In just a few days, the royal family of New Moon Country was eradicated, and even Prince Su, stationed at the border fortresses, couldn’t escape death. If it were to begin in Great Chu, and the transition fails, Dachu Country would disintegrate.”

“Brother Zhuo Ran, be careful with your words,” another middle-aged man paled and quickly cautioned.

“Alas, the ancient sages indeed command one’s admiration!” The man called Zhuo Ran sighed softly, reigning in his words as if regretting why the Human Emperor Inheritance hadn’t begun in the Great Chu. Scholars possess integrity, and who wouldn’t aspire to defeat foes with poetry and repel enemies with verses?

“Brother Zhuo Ran, why don’t we petition His Majesty, asking him to renounce his imperial status and establish the Human Emperor lineage instead?” the young man suggested.

“To establish the Human Emperor lineage would mean to stand against the Immortal Emperor,” someone shook their head, “I fear the emperor doesn’t have the courage for that.”

“If the Human Emperor Inheritance is real, New Moon Country might face the danger of being wiped out!” someone frowned and exclaimed with shock, “First it was harbingers of chaos disrupting the world; now the Human Emperor Inheritance appears. It seems the world is truly about to descend into chaos.”

When evil demons were mentioned, the eyebrows of the eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth twitched imperceptibly. He stood up and looked around at the others, “My friends, I wish to visit New Moon Country and witness Literary and Martial Hearts with my own eyes. Would any of you care to join me?”

“Zian, are you intending to go to New Moon Country to awaken your Literary Heart?” another scholar his age asked with a smile.

Indeed, I am,” the young man replied openly about his intention, “If possible, who wouldn’t want to leave their mark on history? The Bureau of New Poetry in New Moon Country hasn’t ruled out the poetry of Chu Country people from the rankings…”

Upon hearing this, everyone was moved.

“Zian has made some achievements in the way of poetry; he could indeed go and compete with the literati of New Moon Country for the Literary Heart.” Zhuo Ran, the middle-aged man, commented, “That Zhang Ying, whom the Human Emperor of New Moon Country hailed as the Literature Master, is only sixteen years old. Zian’s talent is likely far superior to his.”

The young man known as Zian was full-named Yan Zian, a genuine Alien Warrior. He was characterized by generosity, with his spiritual power exceeding five million when he entered the Alien Battlefield.

With such a high level of spiritual power, after body-snatching, he had intended to make a big splash.

But the Scholar his soul had possessed was penniless, which made his acts of generosity difficult to realize.

With no choice, he had to figure out a way to gather wealth first.

It’s quite simple to seek wealth with spiritual power as a foundation, but he was lucky. During a robbery and murder, he witnessed an Alien Warrior emerging into this world, only to be beaten to death by a group of Cultivators.

The combat power of the Cultivators nearly scared his soul away.

After that, he saw the number of Alien Warriors on his personal panel plummet drastically, scaring him from making any moves.

For a month, he restrained himself from doing anything that fit his keyword of “generosity,” fearing he would give himself away and get killed if discovered.

However, during that month, he wasn’t idle. Drawing on the previous replays from the Alien Battlefield and combining it with Yan Zian’s own talents, he gradually got to know the world. At the same time, using the poetry from his memory, he made a small name for himself in the city where he lived.

But because it did not align with his keyword, he had not awakened any skills.

As the end of the month drew near, Yan Zian likewise worried someone would be detained by the Immortal Court and forced to divulge information about the Alien Warriors.

By the time the end-of-month rankings were released, people from the Immortal Court would trace the leads and hunt them down. One day, they would find him.

By then, he would have no capability to resist.

After all.

He had gained some renown, and was no longer at the bottom of the rankings.

He couldn’t just wait for the Alien Warriors to die off until only ten remained, then have the Alien Battlefield abruptly end.

Yan Zian had planned to join a Cultivation Sect, but with his status, he couldn’t even find a way into one.

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