"Recite it!"
Daoist Hongyi said cheerfully, not the least bit impatient.
Jun Wuxie said, "A certain Spiritual Seedling has an unusual nature.
It waits for autumn winds, which chill its roots through.
It scatters and unfolds, a hundred billion golden shoots, illuminating the pure, empty heavens and earth.
For nine days it fills every corner of the hall.
Those seated here observe it, their vision clear and still.
Like everlasting life, it gazes into the distance, never withering."
After Jun Wuxie finished reciting, Daoist Hongyi lowered his brows and savored the poem. He nodded with a smile. "The verse is refined and elegant. I never expected our Xuanqing Sect to have such a gifted scholar among its Spiritual Seedlings. It seems that at the next Dharma Flower Assembly, I'll have a young attendant who can keep me company over poetry and wine."
Jun Wuxie's face lit up with wild joy. He prostrated himself. "If I may serve the Sect Master, I'll gladly give my all, even if it costs me my life."
Every Inner Sect Disciple present was envious. They could only regret that they lacked Jun Wuxie's quick wit and watch as he alone basked in the glory.
Suddenly, Jun Wuxie raised his head. "I respectfully report to the Sect Master, the Immortal Venerable: the newly admitted disciple Xu Yi has always been proud of his extraordinary talent. His cultivation aptitude is exceptional, and what's more, I've heard people say that Junior Brother Xu also possesses peerless poetic talent. On this joyous occasion, why doesn't the Sect Master, the Immortal Venerable, ask him to compose a poem, so that he and I may shine together?"
In an instant, everyone turned to look at Xu Yi. He stood perfectly still at the windward side, the mountain breeze gently stirring his