What was Lin Ke's cheat?
The great civilization of his previous life!
Where did his arrogance come from?
The countless sages standing behind him!
Lin Ke had every reason to believe that the sages of his previous life would not lose to anyone in this world.
Much less an idiot like Qi Ye.
That was why he looked so relaxed and carefree.
Shopkeeper Tong spread an utterly ordinary sheet of yellow paper across the pork butcher's counter before Lin Ke. "Lin Ke, consider this paper a sponsorship from our restaurant. You absolutely have to win!"
Sponsorship?
Lin Ke felt helpless.
That sheet of paper had clearly been torn from a blank page in a ledger. Even the torn edge looked just like the ones Bai Zhantang made whenever he went to the privy.
Still, it made no difference.
To be honest, Butcher Zhang and the others were only being so casual about this because they trusted his poetic talent so much.
"Lin Ke, Shopkeeper Tong and I bet on you to win. You absolutely mustn't lose!" Bai Zhantang pleaded quietly beside his ear. "That's everything I own... if you win, I'll treat you to drinks!"
Fuck!
I forgot about that!
If I'd remembered, I would've placed a bet too!
Forget it, forget it. It doesn't matter much.
While he was thinking, Qi Ye had already begun writing his first line of poetry.
The moment Qi Ye finished his first line, streams of literary qi appeared out of thin air, gathering upon the written characters and the paper beneath his brush.
At the same time, boosted by his enormous pile of items, that literary qi nearly doubled.
An immense amount of literary qi!
"The very first line already has enough literary qi to show the promise of a hundred-li echo!"
"Yes!