"Are you joking? A literary genius who can effortlessly destroy Ink Wolves and Ink Tigers with his Literary Aura alone, without so much as batting an eye-how could he possibly fail a poetry trial?"
"I disagree too!"
"Who knows what other surprises and marvels he'll bring us!"
Some had already taken out brushes and paper, poised to record a masterpiece for the ages.
Meanwhile, Chen Mu stepped onto the final stair. On the barrier of golden mist flowing like water, a line of large characters appeared: Compose a poem of Prefect-Reaching grade to reach the summit of Book Mountain!
Prefect-Reaching grade?
System: [The grades of Confucian poetry and verse, from lowest to highest, are Entry-Level, Prefect-Reaching, Nation-Guarding, World-Shocking, Legacy, and Eternal!]
"I only need to reach the lowest grade to pass? That's pretty easy." Chen Mu felt no difficulty at all.
After all, behind him stood the vast Great Xia's cultural heritage, stretching back nearly ten thousand years.
He brimmed with confidence!
"Easy? Anyone who can compose even a barely Entry-Level poem before thirty already deserves a place among the geniuses!"
"Indeed. My aptitude was poor, so I only composed my first Entry-Level poem at thirty-five."
"With his Literary Aura, he'll definitely have no trouble!"
Chen Mu casually picked a celebrated verse that had endured through the ages from his memory, intending to give those nine a proper look at what a true classic was!
With a sweep of his hand, he forged characters from spiritual energy and wrote them upon the barrier.
"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters descend from heaven, racing to the sea, never to return?" someone read aloud.
The very first line riveted everyone's attention.
"Do you not see, in lofty halls, bright mirrors mourning white hair, silk-black at dawn, turned