227: Chapter 227 Golden...Golden Talent?

Inside the back garden, the silence was so heavy that the fall of a needle could be heard.

Everyone's mouths were agape, and they had even forgotten to breathe.

They simply stared blankly at the delicate figure in the water-blue dress inside the stone pavilion, their minds buzzing.

"He is named Chen San... the author of 'little pond'?"

This cold, clear sentence was like a thunderclap in everyone's minds.

Beside them, the First Scholar of the Capital froze in place.

His complexion shifted from pale to livid in a very short time, finally turning ash-gray.

The folding fan in his hand trembled violently, nearly crushed by his True Essence.

The clown was actually me.

At this moment, the First Scholar of the Capital felt an invisible slap cross the Void Realm and land squarely on his face.

It made his ears ring and his vision blur, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right then and there.

What had he been showing off just now?

In front of everyone, he had pretentiously bragged about how he had studied the true intent of 'little pond' day and night.

That was how he had gained such insight into poetry and written a fine work.

And the result?

The man in the white mask, whom he had mocked in every way, calling him crude and shameless, and even questioning if he had bought his work to cheat...

...was actually the real father of 'little pond'?

Showing off in front of the original author that he had written a good poem by copying their homework?

This wasn't just ordinary embarrassment; this was a public execution, surely worthy of being the first entry in the Capital's social death register for scholars.

The First Scholar of the Capital's lips trembled as he pointed at Chen Shanzhi, unable to utter a single word for a long time; he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Not far away, the First Prince, wearing a sandalwood mask, felt his mind go "buzz" in an instant, his heart shaken to the core.

This person... is actually the author of 'little pond'?

The First Prince's eyes instantly turned cold, and the fists hidden in his sleeves clenched until his knuckles cracked.

He calculated rapidly in his mind.

If this was the case, then things didn't add up at all.

Since Ouyang Wanqing knew that the shocking 'little pond' was definitely not written by Chen Shanzhi.

Then why did she go to such great lengths to lower her status and voluntarily join Chen Shanzhi's martial arts team?

Could it be that she only met this person after joining the team?

Or is it that... this was simply a larger game of chess set up by the Prime Ministers Mansion?

The First Prince's gaze swept back and forth between Ouyang Wanqing and the man in the white jade mask.

The two stood side by side, though there were not many words between them.

But that faint, intimate aura, and the way Ouyang Wanqing had just stepped out without hesitation...

...and even her stance of protecting him at the cost of offending the entire circle of scholars in the capital, all pointed to one thing.

They were very familiar with each other, perhaps even... having a deep relationship.

"Ask the world, what is love, that it teaches life and death to be pledged?"

The First Prince chewed on these two lines through his teeth, and the Killing Intent in his eyes instantly intensified to the extreme.

Writing poetry has always been a matter of where the heart leads.

If it weren't for a deep, bone-marrow love for Ouyang Wanqing, how could this Chen San, at today's Poetry Gathering with the theme of "Love"...

...write such an earth-shattering, eternal masterpiece?

This bastard was digging up his garden right in front of him, the First Prince!

At the thought that this man not only possessed heaven-defying talent but was also very likely to have already won Ouyang Wanqing's heart, the First Prince felt the rage in his chest almost burn his reason to ashes.

"This person... must die!"

Outside the stone pavilion, those scholars who had originally been questioning along with the First Scholar of the Capital were now all silent as cicadas in winter.

Since he was that mysterious scholar who wrote 'little pond', then it was only logical that he would write this 'ode to the wild goose'.

Scholars with quick minds already picked up their brushes with trembling hands.

They began to transcribe the 'ode to the wild goose' word for word onto clean rice paper, beginning to study and analyze it with fanatical expressions.

"Since it is Young Master Chen San, this poem is guaranteed to be a peerless work of blue Literary Qi!"

Someone murmured in a daze.

Just as everyone was secretly pondering and marveling at the transcribed poem.

"Boom!"

Above the back garden of the Prime Ministers Mansion, a muffled thunderclap suddenly rang out without warning!

Immediately after, in the horrified eyes of everyone, countless dazzling golden rays of light suddenly steamed up from the rice paper inside and outside the stone pavilion!

The several sheets of paper transcribing the 'ode to the wild goose' uncontrollably floated into mid-air on their own.

Countless ancient seal characters formed from golden light resembled shining stars.

They slowly spread out in the high sky above everyone's heads; it was the complete content of the 'ode to the wild goose'!

"This... what is going on?"

"Someone has... resonated with this poem?"

Countless people screamed, their eyes staring fixedly at the golden characters.

The First Prince also raised his head abruptly, his eyes beneath the mask suddenly shrinking to the size of needle points.

That's not right, the color of this light...

In everyone's eyes, beams of golden light that could blind a person suddenly bloomed across the sky.

"Gold... Golden Literary Qi?"

Someone's throat went dry, letting out a harsh, cracked sound as they stumbled and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Golden!

In the recorded history of the Literary Dao of Great Jiang, Literary Qi resonance of the blue rank was already rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, the purple rank was a legendary miracle, and as for golden...

It had never existed!

Before everyone could recover from this unprecedented shock, the golden characters floating in mid-air...

...suddenly erupted with dazzling rays of golden light, like a golden sun rising slowly within the Prime Ministers Mansion!

The golden light intensified, shooting straight into the clouds!

That brilliant golden pillar of light, like a giant sword cleaving the heavens and the earth, directly tore through the heavy haze over the capital.

It illuminated the entire Prime Ministers Mansion, and even the sky for several miles around, into a magnificent golden ocean!

That aura of the Literary Dao, carrying a trace of indescribable power of heaven and earth, shocked the entire capital in an instant.

At this moment, all the Martial Artists in the capital turned their heads in unison, looking toward the direction of the Prime Ministers Mansion in horror.

However, before this golden pillar of light filling the sky could completely break through the clouds above the Prime Ministers Mansion...

...several terrifying streaks of light suddenly lit up in the sky outside the Prime Ministers Mansion.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several figures exuding powerful auras appeared instantly in the Void Realm on the outskirts of the Prime Ministers Mansion, as if they had shrunk the earth into inches.

The person in the lead was none other than the Great Commander of the Arrest Division, Commander Fu Qingyun.

Wisps of Haoran Righteous Qi faintly emerged around Commander Fu Qingyun, and he stood firmly on the outer perimeter above the main gate of the Prime Ministers Mansion.

Although he did not move at all, his Concept had already completely sealed off the Void Realm for several thousand feet around.