"He's reciting poetry! He's reciting poetry!"
"It really is Lin Ke in the flesh-one word of disagreement and he writes a poem, haha."
"Looks like Shi Yi is done for."
"I wonder if we'll get to see the legendary Imperially Sanctioned Staff. I heard that rare treasure has all kinds of Manifestations sealed inside it."
"He probably won't need it."
"Huh? Wait, why is it only the Ten-Thousand-Li Chant Phenomenon?"
"Exactly! The Ten-Thousand-Li Chant Phenomenon shouldn't be able to stop that Mountain Monster's Tongue-and-Sword Combat! Why did the stone chisel stop?"
Even Lin Ke himself hadn't expected so many people to get excited when he recited poetry.
After all, everyone here was a Heavenly Prodigy of the Daoist School!
Yet now, these Daoist School Heavenly Prodigies were like adoring fanboys and fangirls, each turning their attention toward him.
They kept fighting while keeping an eye on Lin Ke.
But when Lin Ke's poem produced only a Ten-Thousand-Li Chant, many of their expressions turned rather strange.
The Ten-Thousand-Li Chant was a Manifestation.
Previously, both court and common folk in the Great Wei Dynasty had been shackled by Harsh Rites, confined within rigid rules and restrictions. Not a single Manifestation had appeared in hundreds or even thousands of years.
Everyone had come to think Manifestations were things of legend, stories made up to fool children.
But after Lin Ke began to distinguish himself, everyone had seen and understood what a Manifestation truly was.
And through Lin Ke's succession of Manifestations, they had experienced unprecedented satisfaction.
Fine poems, fine lyrics, fine prose, paired with Manifestations-it was nothing short of a feast for the eyes and ears.
Their palates, however, had grown spoiled.
Especially after people from the various Sage Domains and races came to hold Literary Gatherings with Lin Ke, all manner of