If these "masters" wanted to recite poetry, Lin Feng would recite with them. If they liked inscribing poems by Wang Zhu of the Northern Song on their archways, he would recite those too.
Were they not just Wang Zhu's verses?
"All other pursuits are base; only study stands above" was a pair of lines from Poems of the Prodigy.
Wang Zhu had also written another poem nearly as famous.
Amid accusations that roared like crashing waves, Lin Feng raised his head and sang aloud.
The poem was the same, but the "Intent" was not!
Wang Zhu had another famous poem called "Joy."
There was no Joy in Lin Feng's voice.
There was liberation!
[Sweet rain after a long drought, an old friend met in a foreign land]
[The wedding chamber's candlelit night, the day your name appears on the honor roll]
Lin Feng's "Intent" was like a howling gale, while the "masters" were like walls of iron and bronze. Invisible surges collided within their ranks, and Lin Feng threaded between them like wild grass dancing in the wind.
The "masters" retreated steadily, occasionally crumbling into dust and sinking into Lin Feng's body.
Blood Seal incantation script began appearing amid Lin Feng's sword techniques.
It was the [Fengdu Ghost-Cursing Sutra]. Like brands, the characters hid beneath the "masters'" skin until they had been "planted" deeply enough. Then, with a snap, all the script appeared at once.
The "master" became a sheet of skin.
All his essence, vitality, and spirit returned to Lin Feng's body with the incantation script.
Lin Feng mowed through these "masters" like an unstoppable warrior. Sometimes he had already passed them before they vanished.
At last.
A deafening roar came from the ancient library behind the "masters." The true "Five-Powers Immortal" could no longer sit still. Rather than