204: Chapter 204 An Immortal Touches My Head! He Bestows Immortality Upon Me!

Golden runes hung in mid-air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

"In the heavens lies the White Jade Capital, with twelve towers and five cities."

The Dao-charm of those few words still echoed within the Wangyue Tower, every syllable carrying a suffocating weight.

Yue Yihao of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty rose entirely from his seat.

Though he was not well-versed in literature, could not write a single good poem, and could not even write characters neatly...

At this moment, his blood was burning; this was a Heaven and Earth Opportunity.

He did not understand how many layers of Concept were within the poem.

But the moment those few words struck his ears, only one image remained in his mind.

Above the Nine Heavens, a city built of white jade, looking down upon all living beings.

That was a scenery only a Great Emperor was qualified to see.

"Damn!"

Yue Yihao slapped his own thigh with a loud smack, his face flushed red.

"Now this is a poem! This is a fucking poem!"

He turned his head and hollered at the group of Prodigies behind him who were similarly dazed.

"Did you see that?! Did you hear that?! This is what literary talent is! This is what grandeur is! That guy named Chu just wrote a pile of dog shit; compared to this, can it even compete?"

"This is the magnanimity and the pursuit that we Cultivators should have!"

Several Prodigies swallowed their spit in unison, their backs straightening.

The frustration of being ground into the dirt by the Great Xia Delegation just now completely evaporated at this moment.

Our Wushuang Immortal Dynasty has a Great Emperor and Empress, while you do not.

On the side of the Great Xia Delegation, the atmosphere was diametrically opposite.

"A peerless masterpiece..."

The Blue-robed Scholar's voice trembled as he looked up at the slowly dissipating golden runes in the air, murmuring.

"The White Jade Capital in the heavens... we could spend our entire lives and never write such a vast opening..."

Beside him, another Great Xia literary Cultivator named Cheng Yuanzhi directly burst into tears.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down from his eyes and splashed onto the warm jade floor, not out of sadness, but out of excitement.

He had cultivated the Literary Dao for three hundred years, meditating on his literary heart daily; to prove his Dao through literature was his lifelong pursuit.

But it was not until today that he truly witnessed what kind of Heaven and Earth power words could carry.

"My Dao is not alone..."

Cheng Yuanzhi knelt on the ground, pressing his palms together toward the afterimages of those golden runes, chanting in a low voice.

Chu Wushuang stood in the center of the hall, certain that Lu Chen had only memorized this poem, but why did Heaven and Earth respond when it was recited from the mouth of this Great Emperor?

Why was it that when he, Chu Wushuang, recited it a hundred times, not even a single leaf had ever fluttered down?

The answer lay before him, but he simply did not dare to think about it.

Lu Chen did not give anyone time to catch their breath.

Holding Yue Shiyun, he continued forward—the eighth step, the ninth step—green lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, paving a flowered path upon the warm jade floor.

His lips opened and closed once more.

"The Immortal strokes my crown; hair bound, I am granted longevity."

The moment those words fell, the Wangyue Tower no longer shook.

Above the tower roof, in the vast clear sky, a visible golden ripple spread outward from the Wangyue Tower, sweeping across the firmament of the entire capital city.

Wherever the ripple passed, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi went wild.

Spiritual Qi so dense it was nearly liquefied poured into the Wangyue Tower from all directions, squeezing in through window cracks, door gaps, and the seams of the formation runes.

The entire nine-story building was saturated with Spiritual Qi, and a sweet fragrance permeated the air.

The Law of Longevity.

When the words "granted longevity" left Lu Chen's mouth, the Eternal Evergreen Body within him operated instinctively, and a wisp of the Law of Longevity's aura dissipated along with the poem.

To Lu Chen, this wisp of aura was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

But to the young Cultivators present, it was a fortune bestowed by the heavens.

Within the Spirit Seas of the young Cultivators present, the barriers that they could never break through began to show minute cracks under the nourishment of the Law of Longevity's aura.

Spiritual power surged, and blood and Qi boiled.

"I've achieved a Breakthrough?"

He was not the only one.

Within the Great Xia Delegation, a young Cultivator at the Xiantai Realm Early Stage also felt the spiritual power within him begin to vibrate violently, and the Bottleneck in his Meridians loosened.

Just two lines of poetry.

Two lines of poetry spoken from the mouth of a Great Emperor who had severed the Immortal path and rejected longevity.

"The Immortal strokes my crown; hair bound, I am granted longevity."

Yue Yihao no longer knew what to do; his mouth hung open, his fists dangled at his sides, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was smoking.

"Reciting two lines of poetry can actually make someone Breakthrough?"

No one answered his question, because everyone was experiencing the same shock.

Lu Chen's footsteps did not stop.

Holding Yue Shiyun, he walked from the east side of the hall to the west, a lotus blooming with every step. Yue Shiyun lay on his shoulder, her silver hair draped over his arm, her red eyes half-open and half-closed.

Her small hand tugged at his collar as she mumbled a sentence.

"Revered Master Brother, walk a bit slower, it's bumpy."

Lu Chen patted her back and slowed his pace.

Then, he stopped, coming to a halt in front of Princess Xia Qingyue.

Behind the white jade main table, Princess Xia Qingyue looked up at him.

Her pale gold palace dress shimmered with a soft light under the saturation of Spiritual Qi, and the Cinnabar Mole between her brows appeared even more crimson under the reflection of the golden Law's light. Her eyelashes trembled as if she were immersed in shock.

From the moment Lu Chen spoke the first word, her Xuanhuang Heavenly Spirit Body had been operating autonomously, frantically absorbing the Dao-charm contained within the lines of poetry.

Her Spirit Sea surged, and the barrier of the Xiantai Realm Early Stage was being hammered.

Returning to her senses, she tilted her head back, her gaze colliding with Lu Chen's.

Those handsome eyes were looking at her with a casualness that was lazy to the bone.

Not only was his combat power peerless, but his literary talent was also supreme in the world.

Just now, when he stood there and recited those few words, the entire Wangyue Tower, the entire capital city, and the entire sky vibrated for him.

Princess Xia Qingyue's heart skipped a beat; she had never seen such a person.

Lu Chen looked down at her; the pale gold palace dress set off her fair skin, and the Cinnabar Mole between her brows glowed slightly in the golden light.

The fear she felt when pleading for Chu Wushuang earlier, and the forbearance she showed while trying to keep everything in order, were all seen by him.

This girl has a good Heart-Nature, and the damned synergy of the Heavenly Dao skills! It made him want to continue showing off even more!

The resonance of the line "The Immortal strokes my crown" had still not dissipated.

He extended his right hand.

His slender fingers paused in mid-air for a breath, and a point of warm white light condensed on his fingertip, restrained within a tiny space, glowing quietly.

Then, his finger descended, lightly tapping the center of Princess Xia Qingyue's brow.

The moment the pad of his finger touched that Cinnabar Mole, the white light sank in.

Lu Chen's voice was extremely low, low enough that only Princess Xia Qingyue could hear clearly.

"This finger strike shall be considered a gift from this Emperor."

The white light seeped in from her brow, spreading along her Meridians and rushing into her Spirit Sea.

It was a wisp of Great Emperor Origin, pure to the extreme, mixed with a portion of Lu Chen's insights into the Heavenly Dao, condensed into that single point of white light on his fingertip.

Princess Xia Qingyue's body jolted violently.

Her delicate body arched, her ten fingers gripping the edge of the white jade table, and the skin beneath her pale gold palace dress emitted a layer of brilliant golden light.

Her Spirit Sea exploded as it was forcefully filled to the brim.

The Xiantai Realm Early Stage barrier that had stuck her for two whole years shattered inch by inch under the impact of the Great Emperor Origin and insights.

Spiritual power erupted from the cracks in the barrier, galloping through her Meridians and washing over every inch of her Physical Body.

Xiantai Realm Middle Stage.

Her cultivation broke through within a few breaths, and the golden light produced by the Spiritual Qi tide radiated from her body, illuminating half the hall.

Inside the Wangyue Tower, everyone's breathing stopped.

Yue Yihao's mouth was wide open, and Chu Wushuang was so enraged that the fragments of his folding fan pierced into his palm, yet he was completely oblivious.

A single poem, a light tap of a finger.

It allowed the Genius Eldest Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty to break through her realm on the spot.

Behind the curtain on the second floor, Yue Qingxuan stared at Lu Chen's finger resting on Princess Xia Qingyue's brow, her lips pressed into a thin line.

In his arms, Yue Shiyun tugged at his collar, her red eyes blinking twice as her little mouth pouted.

"Revered Master Brother."

"Hmm?"

"You touched her head."

The little girl's voice was light and soft, yet it carried an unmistakable hint of jealousy.

"You have to touch my head too."

Lu Chen's hand paused for a moment; he rubbed her head every day, but this girl clearly didn't count those times.