A Hundred Poems in a Drinking Match, All Sages Sing in Harmony!

Hearing this, no one present dared to act, fearing that getting too close to Xiao Yang would incur the Second Prince's resentment.

"Ninth Young Master..."

At this moment, Ma Wencai, under the pressure, jogged over and poured him a full cup of fine wine.

"Allow this humble maiden to grind the ink!"

Yan Ruyu walked towards an inkstone, extended her jade-like hand, and began to grind.

A masterful brushstroke, a touch of red to enhance the fragrance!

Next, Xiao Yang's brush began to dance like a dragon and snake, and a magnificent poem instantly appeared.

"How long has the bright moon existed? I raise my wine to ask the blue sky."

"I do not know in the palaces of heaven, what year it is tonight."

"..."

"People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes. It has been difficult to achieve perfection since ancient times."

"May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon, though a thousand miles apart."

Seeing this poem, many scholars and talents present, even though they had received benefits from the Second Prince, could not help but sigh in admiration.

"Another timeless masterpiece!"

"What a wonderful line, 'May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon, though a thousand miles apart!'"

"Such a poem is enough to spread across the four seas and make a name for itself throughout the world!"

However, the Second Prince's face contorted with rage, gritting his teeth.

"No! This is impossible! Ninth Brother, you are merely a crude martial man, you have never read the books of the Sages, how could you write such a masterpiece?!"

"Second Brother, you still don't believe me? Then how about I write a few more poems for your 'guidance'?"

Xiao Yang said guidance, but his tone was exceptionally confident.

Then, he continued to hold his brush, wielding it with ink.

One classic poem after another from his past life appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters descending from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. To see a thousand miles further, climb one story higher."

"Fine wine from grapes in a jade cup, the pipa urges us to drink. If you fall drunk on the battlefield, do not laugh; how many have returned from ancient wars?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, the entire hall was astonished.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the poems Xiao Yang composed, afraid of missing a single line.

These were all timeless masterpieces, yet they appeared as common as cabbage.

How could this not shock them?

"If you fall drunk on the battlefield, do not laugh; how many have returned from ancient wars?"

From afar, Ning Hongye savored this line, her beautiful eyes shimmering with brilliance.

"Xiao Yang, how much more skill are you hiding?"

Central Continent.

An ancient and simple temple.

This place, though seemingly unremarkable, was a sacred ground in the hearts of countless scholars--

[Confucian Temple]!

On the walls hung portraits of ancient sages, and on the table were enshrined small bronze statues.

The Four Sages, the Ten Philosophers, the Seventy-two Worthies!

And at this moment, a white-haired old man was holding an ancient book, flipping through its pages.

He was the Second Sage, the spiritual leader of all scholars in the world.

His words could strengthen a nation's destiny, his pronouncements could support the state.

The Confucian Temple's history predated the Great Xia, spanning three thousand years, yet it had only produced four Sages.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Suddenly, the portraits on the wall moved without wind.

The small bronze statues enshrined on the table also trembled, emitting a deafening roar.

"All Sages are singing!"

The Second Sage put down the scroll in his hand, his eyes gleaming, and looked up in the direction of the Northern Territory, his gaze seeming to pierce through mountains and rivers.

"The North... a Sage has appeared!"

"Which great scholar's words could possibly cause all the Sages to sing in unison?!"

At the same time, at the Orchid Pavilion.

Xiao Yang drank wine while composing poetry, writing countless exquisite verses before finally putting down his brush.

"Now, who else dares to call me a plagiarist?"

He, with a hint of arrogant drunkenness, glared defiantly at the accusations.

The scholars and talents present all lowered their heads in shame.

"Second Brother, are you convinced now?!" Xiao Yang asked again.

"I..."

Xiao Ziwen's mouth opened, but he suddenly stammered, unable to utter a single word.

If it were just one or two poems, they could have said Xiao Yang was plagiarizing.

But now, Xiao Yang had recited dozens of timeless masterpieces in one go, displaying astonishing talent that was unprecedented.

Damn it!

Why didn't this brat say he could write poetry earlier?

Was it just to slap my face in front of Miss Yan?

So insidious!

He's showing off again!

Xiao Ziwen felt so wronged he was about to spit blood.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu, her face flushed like a peach blossom, looked at Xiao Yang with adoration.

"So Ninth Brother is the reincarnation of Wenqu Star! If all the talent in the world were one peck, Ninth Brother possesses eight! After today, Ninth Brother's name will surely shake the poetry world of Great Xia!"

Xiao Yang, however, shook his head: "Miss Yan, it's not that I'm too amazing, it's that they are too pathetic! Your bodies and reputations will perish, but the rivers will flow eternally!"

You who mocked me, your bodies and reputations will soon vanish!

But the poems I've created will flow like those mighty rivers, everlasting.

He insulted them without using any vulgar language!

The pretentious scholars and talents present were all insulted, as if he were calling them trash!

Yet, they couldn't refute him.

"Second Brother, since I've fulfilled our agreement, the Yue Wu's Art of War should be mine now!" Xiao Yang urged.

"Take it!"

Although Xiao Ziwen was unwilling, he could only hand over the book of war.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave!"

Xiao Yang prepared to depart.

"Ninth Brother, please wait!"

Suddenly, Yan Ruyu stopped him, her charming eyes hazy with affection.

"Ninth Brother, could you give me that poem, 'Clouds desire her attire, flowers desire her face'?"

"Of course, I won't give it for free!"

"I am a female Master Teacher at [Jixia Academy], and I can open the Scripture Repository for you to borrow any ancient text you wish!"

This statement shocked everyone present.

The Scripture Repository of the academy contained the works of ancient great scholars and sages, which were never circulated.

Legend had it that some scholars had achieved instant enlightenment and broken through their cultivation realms after perusing them.

Xiao Ziwen had also wanted to visit before, but she had refused him.

Yet now, she was offering this precious opportunity to Xiao Yang...

"Sorry!"

Xiao Yang, however, shook his head, sounding somewhat impatient: "I already said, that poem was written for my fiancée, don't you understand?"

Yan Ruyu was surprised to be rejected, and a mist seemed to form in her eyes.

Her tearful, pitiable appearance was enough to evoke a strong desire to protect her.

"Ninth Brother, don't be too arrogant!"

"It is your great honor that Miss Yan fancies your poem and appreciates you!"

"If you refuse to give him this poem, I will join forces with everyone here to completely ban you from the literary world! Even if you have boundless talent, it will be useless!"

Xiao Ziwen reprimanded sternly, believing this behavior could win Yan Ruyu's heart.

Little did he know, Yan Ruyu was cursing him up and down in her mind...

Jiu Lang and I are perfectly matched, made for each other!

What right do you, a Yao, have to object?

"Second Brother, you're really overestimating yourself!"

"I, Xiao Yang, don't care about your so-called literary world!"

"Laughing to the heavens as I leave, we are no common folk! Hahaha..."

With that, Xiao Yang, holding Yue Wu's Art of War, walked out laughing.

"Jiu Lang, wait for me!"

Yan Ruyu chased after him.

"Fairy Yan!"

Seeing this, Xiao Ziwen couldn't help but follow with a group of his followers.

Soon, everyone arrived at the entrance of the Orchid Pavilion.

What appeared before their eyes was an unbelievable scene.

Xiao Yang's Cloud-Treading Black Dragon Colt had, at some point, escaped from the Prince's Estate's stables.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

At this moment, the big black horse was spirited and full of life, frantically nudging the white deer brought by Yan Ruyu