ebookland Chapter 21: Stirring up the righteous energy of heaven and earth, could there be a transmigrator?!
Chapter 21: Stirring up the righteous energy of heaven and earth, could there be a transmigrator?!
"Oh well, it's not bad to have another person to be my foil."
Mu Yurou comforted herself, she refused to believe that the poems these people made on the spot could be better than those that had been passed down for thousands of years.
Through the high rolled-up curtains, one can see the auspicious clouds; their white hues obscure the distant courtyard steps...
That sounds familiar...?
Mu Yurou shook her head, suppressing the thought in her heart. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Inside the private room, Chu Luobai continued reading, looking down at Mu Yurou, whose expression was indifferent and even somewhat disdainful.
"The radiant light draws the smoke from the furnace, and the cold grass seems to evoke the jade pendant."
Sure enough, when she read that sentence, Mu Yurou in the corner widened her almond-shaped eyes in disbelief.
"It must be a celestial being drunk, carelessly crumpling up the white clouds."
boom!
"it is good!"
As soon as Chu Luobai finished reciting the last two lines of his poem, the sound of a chair hitting the ground and cheers from the crowd rang out simultaneously.
"How can it be!"
Mu Yurou stood there in a daze, unaware that the chair had been knocked over.
Impossible! How could anyone in this world know Li Bai's poem?
Could it be that the person in that private room was also a time traveler?!
The thought of this possibility filled Mu Yurou with a sudden, inexplicable sense of panic.
Chu Luobai saw the change in Mu Yurou's expression and felt a surge of satisfaction.
In her previous life, Mu Yurou amazed everyone at this poetry gathering with the line, "It must be a celestial being drunk, carelessly crushing the white clouds." From then on, she boarded Feng Xiuquan's ship and became a contemporary talented woman.
This time, Chu Luobai recited the poem in front of Mu Yurou. She wanted to see what tricks the person who could only recite half of the poem back then had up her sleeve.
Inside the hall, Feng Xiuquan looked at the corner with great displeasure. Today was an important moment for him to win over the disciples of his sect, and who was this person who was so blind?
When he finally saw Mu Yurou's face clearly, his expression showed a hint of amazement.
As the second prince, he has seen countless people.
But the girl in the corner, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from clear water, was someone he was seeing for the first time, especially her pitiful and delicate aura.
He had no idea that the Qingyun Sword Sect, a place full of rough men, had produced such a delicate and beautiful woman.
Feng Xiuquan immediately abandoned his idea of having Mu Yurou kicked out and turned his attention back to the private room in the distance.
"I wonder what's inside the private room..."
Before Feng Xiuquan could finish speaking, a gasp suddenly came from the crowd.
Golden light gathered in the air, eventually condensing into a tangible stream of energy that slowly flowed into the private room.
"To think that a single poem could stir up the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, who could it be..."
As a scholar, I knew all too well what this strange phenomenon represented and what the right to revive was.
The so-called literary cultivation is to attain sainthood through literature. If one wishes to embark on the path of literary cultivation, the first step is to use one's writing to draw upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into a noble spirit that can nourish oneself.
It sounds simple to stir up the righteous energy of heaven and earth, but it is incredibly difficult to do. Not to mention Feng Xiuquan, no one in the entire Tianyuan Dynasty has ever produced such a person.
After all, if one wants to stir up the righteous energy of heaven and earth, it means that what one writes must be recognized by heaven and earth.
Anyone capable of writing something like this is an absolutely brilliant genius! It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're on the verge of sainthood!
Such a person, once he shows any promise, will be fought over by those supreme powers, and it is impossible for him to fall into the hands of a small dynasty in a remote area.
It is precisely because it is difficult to stir up the righteous energy of heaven and earth that people seek alternative paths and seek help from the secret realm of the Poet Saint.
No one knows where the Poet Saint's Secret Realm came from, but the realm is filled with a strong sense of righteousness, leading people to speculate that it was left behind by a literary sage.
When the Poet Saint's Secret Realm opens, its righteous aura will be revealed and envelop the entire Tianyuan Imperial City.
Compared to the righteous energy of heaven and earth, the righteous energy in this secret realm is much easier to stir up.
As long as the poems or articles you write are recognized by the secret realm, you can draw in the righteous energy and complete the first step of literary cultivation—drawing energy into the body.
Therefore, whenever the Poet Saint's Secret Realm opens, countless cultivators and ordinary people who want to embark on the path of literary cultivation flock to Tianyuan Imperial City!
However, the Poet Saint's Secret Realm has not yet been opened, yet someone has already stirred up the righteous energy of heaven and earth with a poem, causing strange phenomena in the world.
Could this be divine intervention helping me?
Feng Xiuquan felt his heart pounding, and his eyes burned with an uncontrollable fervor.
"May I ask which talented individual from the immortal sect is in the private room?"
Inside the private room, Chu Luobai watched as the golden energy slowly merged into her body. She felt a lightness in her body, and her vision became clearer than ever before, as if the thin mist that had previously enveloped her eyes had been completely wiped away.
"Truly worthy of the title 'Poet Immortal'! This single poem allowed me to skip the Qi Induction stage and directly become a scholar..."
The spiritual energy of swordsmanship and the righteous energy of Confucianism and Taoism formed a very peculiar balance in Chu Luobai's body.
They were clearly distinct yet complementary, which further strengthened Chu Luobai's power.
"Senior sister, your talent in Confucianism and Taoism is probably stronger than in swordsmanship."
Qiu, who was also in the private room, watched this scene up close and couldn't help but say something.
Chu Luobai, somewhat speechless, slapped Qiu Lin on the back of the head.
"What outrageous things are you saying? If Master hears this, he will definitely punish you by making you sweep and clean Qingyun Peak for a whole year."
Since joining the Qingyun Sword Sect, Qiu Lin has yet to see the true face of his master, the Carefree Immortal Lord of Xiaoyao Peak in the Qingyun Sword Sect.
However, he had heard rumors that the Immortal Lord of Freedom could open the Heavenly Gate with a single sword strike!
A sword cultivator at the Mahayana stage is virtually invincible within the realm.
Thinking of this, Qiu Lin touched his nose somewhat guiltily, preparing to change the subject.
"Senior Sister, Feng Xiuquan outside is practically screaming his heart out. Don't you plan to go see him?"
Chu Luobai was taken aback. She had been so focused on guiding the Qi into her body that she had forgotten that there was someone outside constantly calling out to her soul.
"Today is supposed to be a poetry gathering for the talented individuals to exchange ideas. If the proceedings are disrupted because of me, then it is my fault."
As he spoke, Chu Luobai dispelled the concealing array surrounding the private room.
She stood by the window, looking down at Feng Xiuquan with a slight smile.
The sharpness of a swordsman and the gentleness of a woman blended together in her at this moment, creating a wonderful aura.
With just a slight smile, Feng Xiuquan was captivated, his long, narrow peach blossom eyes filled with amazement.
"I am Chu Luobai from the Qingyun Sword Sect. I am honored to receive the favor of all the geniuses today."
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Luobai.
Some were amazed, some admired, but most were inquisitive.
A person with exceptional talent in Confucianism and Taoism is actually from the Qingyun Sword Sect?
In the corner, Mu Yurou gritted her teeth, the fabric of her clothes almost torn by the force of her hands, and muttered to herself.
"How could this be? How is this possible? How could Chu Luobai know these things...?"