Exposed

Chu Xinghe stood up and clapped.

"Impressive. I could never write such poems and lyrics."

Hearing these words, a smile appeared at the corners of Ning Xiuchi's mouth.

Many people who had bet on Chu Xinghe to win felt a sense of melancholy in their hearts.

"I really regret it. If I had known Ning Xiuchi was this capable, I would have bet on him. Truly, greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."

"The odds weren't great this time, but opportunities to make free money like this are rare."

"I'm actually curious about what Chu Xinghe wrote."

Upon hearing this, many people became curious.

Everyone present believed that Ning Xiuchi was certain to win this bet.

"There's no suspense. I just wonder if this Chu Xinghe will honor the bet."

Chu Xinghe stood up.

He held up what he had written.

Many people looked over.

"A person of petty tricks and thievery."

Those few words were exceptionally eye-catching.

Seeing these characters,

killing intent flashed in the depths of Ning Xiuchi's eyes.

Was he being insulted?

But this world didn't have the ancient poems and lyrics from his previous life.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used them like this.

"What does this mean?"

"I don't know. Could it be that he's doubting Ning Xiuchi?"

"Could there be a reversal? I'm actually looking forward to it."

At this moment, inside a private box,

Wen Rushui looked down at Chu Xinghe.

From beginning to end, her gaze had been fixed on him.

Was he really him?

This calm attitude in the face of danger, along with that faint aura, were somewhat similar.

But she couldn't be certain.

In several other private boxes, gazes were similarly fixed on Chu Xinghe.

Linglong Yunyou couldn't tell if this Chu Xinghe was the same Chu Xinghe who had died.

As for Zhongli Qingmeng, she only felt a sense of similarity.

Coupled with the fact that the Zhongli Family was still being watched, she remained skeptical.

"What do you mean by this?"

Ning Xiuchi looked at Chu Xinghe and questioned him.

"It's nothing, just stating a fact."

"You are a person of petty tricks and thievery."

"As the Saint of Qinglu Academy, you specialize in the Dao of Poetry and Literature. I used poetry to compete with you, yet I never expected you would actually cheat."

Ning Xiuchi let out a cold laugh.

However, before he could speak,

a voice already drifted over from the staircase.

"I would also like to know how this young friend cheated."

Everyone looked over as three people walked down the stairs.

Many present looked at the elderly man in the lead.

Surprise filled their eyes.

"Isn't that Mo Ru? I didn't expect him to come here as well."

*Hiss*, this person has actually come out. Previously, he stayed in the Cloud-Dwelling Villa and never appeared."

Chu Xinghe was in no hurry.

This person should be one of the future benefactors of the Child of Destiny.

But this time, things might not go the same way.

"Does Senior have doubts about these words of mine?"

Mo Ru nodded.

"Even I could not write such poetry. I am not as talented as this young friend Ning. Since you used such harsh words to describe him, you must provide evidence to convince everyone."

"Of course I have evidence."

Looking at the confident Chu Xinghe, Ning Xiuchi had a bad premonition.

But then he remembered that the poems he mentioned had never appeared in this world.

His heart, which had leapt up, settled back into his chest.

Chu Xinghe coughed.

"Saint Ning, are these three poems and lyrics all your original works written for the first time?"

Ning Xiuchi didn't understand why Chu Xinghe was asking this question.

Even the others began to doubt,

not understanding what Chu Xinghe was up to.

"I've never heard of these three poems. If I had, I would definitely remember them."

"I haven't heard of them either. Does this Chu Xinghe have a problem with his head, or is he intentionally stalling for time, waiting for someone to save him?"

Chu Xinghe didn't care about the surrounding discussions.

He just quietly looked at Ning Xiuchi.

However, there was a slight trace of panic in the depths of his eyes.

Ning Xiuchi had also been watching Chu Xinghe.

He felt that Chu Xinghe's emotions were off.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

"Of course it's the first time. Moreover, the topics were given on the spot; I had no way of knowing what would be asked."

Chu Xinghe took a deep breath.

"Are you sure?"

Chu Xinghe asked once more.

Ning Xiuchi nodded.

"I am absolutely certain."

Chu Xinghe gave an "oh" and said,

"Please remember what you've said."

"As far as I know,"

"Ning Xiuchi, your first poem should be titled 'Shui Diao Ge Tou', right?"

Ning Xiuchi froze upon hearing this.

When he wrote the poem, he hadn't included a title.

He wanted to wait until after he won to let others ask, so he could show off a bit more.

What made him even more panicked was,

why did Chu Xinghe also know this name?

Could he also be a transmigrator?

Ning Xiuchi had a bad premonition.

"The second poem is titled 'Yi Jian Mei'. I wonder if I'm correct?"

Chu Xinghe looked at Ning Xiuchi and inquired.

Ning Xiuchi let out a cold laugh.

He was now certain.

Chu Xinghe was also a person who had transmigrated.

He wasn't from this world.

Technically, the two of them were fellow townsmen.

He had written poems at Qinglu Academy before.

He must have been discovered by this guy.

But so what?

Since they were both transmigrators,

whoever wrote it out first owned it.

As long as he didn't admit it, no one could do anything to him.

"'Yi Jian Mei' is a good name; I'll use that. Don't even think about threatening me. You're destined to lose this time, so there's no use stalling for time."

Chu Xinghe laughed out loud.

"The third poem is called 'Yanmen Taishou Xing'. I wonder if I'm correct?"

Ning Xiuchi did not refute him.

"What my poems are called—does it require you to say it? You're intentionally stalling for time, hoping someone will come to save you. Don't forget our bet."

The corners of Chu Xinghe's mouth curled up.

"I'm not stalling. You'll know in a moment."

"The author of the first poem is named Su Shi, the second is Li Qingzhao, and the third is Li He."

"Do you dare to swear a Great Dao Oath that these three people didn't write them?"

Ning Xiuchi was stunned.

Swear a Great Dao Oath?

How could he?

He knew that what Chu Xinghe said was correct.

Even the others were looking at Ning Xiuchi.

Especially those who had bet on Chu Xinghe's victory.

They desperately hoped for a reversal right now.

Even Mo Ru's gaze fell upon Ning Xiuchi.

Ning Xiuchi took a deep breath.

"If such poems had appeared in the Grand Void Heaven Realm, they would have long since spread throughout the entire realm."

"Why wait until now? So many Great Scholars have emerged from Qinglu Academy, yet none have recorded such poems."

"Now you want me to swear a Great Dao Oath. Could there be some trickery involved?"

"Don't forget, when choosing the topics, each person chose one. It was fair and just."

"Even if I were to cheat, I could only choose one. Everyone could see the other two; one was chosen by you, and the other counts as well."

"You are stalling for time like this; what exactly is your intention?"

"And what's the point of bringing up three people I don't even know?"

"Or are you planning to stall for time so that others can forge such poems, and then turn around and say I plagiarized them?"

Hearing Ning Xiuchi's explanation,

many of the doubters instantly came to their senses.

Those who had bet on Ning Xiuchi's victory spoke up one after another.

"Right! if you have evidence, bring it out immediately. Don't intentionally stall for time."

"Exactly. I'm still waiting to use my winnings to console those poor abandoned wives."

Chu Xinghe looked at Ning Xiuchi.

"Your skin is quite thick. Since you want evidence, I'll give it to you right now."