109: Play with it first, then grab it and refine it in an instant!

"Next, with one incense stick's time as the limit, all of you may fully express your creativity."

As the Red Dust Inn's steward spoke, the aura around him slowly flowed.

With just a slight wave of his hand, elegant and ornate poetry paper appeared before everyone's eyes.

"It's finally starting! I wonder who will claim the title of champion this time!!!"

Someone shouted excitedly, their voice filled with anticipation.

"I have deeply cultivated the Confucian Dao since childhood, composing countless poems. This Red Dust Poetry Competition is the perfect opportunity to exchange pointers with the many talented individuals of the Upper Heavens and broaden my horizons!"

A scholar-like cultivator said with full confidence, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

"Old Wang here is going all out! To make sure Cuihua stops saying I'm just a boor who only knows how to draw a gun, I must win the championship at this Red Dust Poetry Competition!"

A burly man clenched his fists, his expression resolute.

"With This Imperial Son's vast literary qi, writing a love poem is simply effortless. The championship belongs to me!"

A richly dressed young master gently fanned himself, his face full of arrogance... At this moment, discussions filled the crowd, and most people's faces showed anticipation.

As for the cultivators planning to participate, after placing the poetry paper given by the Red Dust Inn's steward in front of them, they immediately began their creations.

Each of them had a focused expression, their brows tightly furrowed.

They were determined to win the championship in this poetry competition and leave their names here for future generations to admire.

At the same time, in an unnoticed corner, Xuan Tianchen's table was already laden with immortal delicacies and fine wines.

Without any reservations, he leisurely poured himself a drink.

During this time, he occasionally glanced at Murong Yanran's delicate body, seemingly unconcerned about the poetry competition.

"Murong Yanran, your downfall for This Imperial Son begins with this Red Dust Poetry Competition!" Xuan Tianchen mused to himself.

At this moment, sipping wine while gazing at the beauty's delicate body had a unique flavor for him.

In truth, with his current strength, if he wanted to simply kill Murong Yanran, he could strike with the force of thunder.

After all, with his current cultivation, even looking across the entire Jueqing Immortal Domain, no one could stop him.

However, that would make things a bit too dull and uninteresting.

As an excellent villain, he had a more perfect way of dealing with the Daughter of Destiny in mind.

That was to first wantonly toy with her emotionally and physically, and then seize her and instantly refine her.

And in these past days, he had already tasted many forcibly twisted melons; it was time for a change of pace.

He believed the pleasure of her willingly exposing herself would surely give him a good experience.

On the other side, Murong Yanran vaguely sensed someone was peeking at her.

But after a divine sense investigation, she found nothing unusual and had to give up.

"Did I sense wrongly just now? Never mind, since I'm here, I'll make the best of it!"

This place was the Red Dust Inn, crowded and bustling. She herself wore a veil and was alone.

It was reasonable for people around to be curious and investigate her, as long as they didn't disturb her.

Time passed, and after half an incense stick... Finally, some cultivators, after carefully searching for rhymes, were the first to write the love poems in their hearts.

As they put down their pens, the papers with inscribed poems slowly floated above the main hall.

It was at this moment that one love poem after another, imbued with deep affection, successively appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Quiet thoughts sent to the plum blossoms of the old garden, a broken dream struggles to find its old shadow. Wishing to entrust my spring heart to distant geese, I wonder if you miss my return."

"What is the intention of the wind brushing the peach branches? Endless lovesickness, bitter and hard to bear. Softly humming, singing deeply of love, beneath the moon and before flowers, I alone miss my brother."

"Morning mist obscures the ferry, the departing boat has not yet returned. Lovesickness empties into dreams, longing for you across a thousand mountains."

"The string broken, the sound cannot continue; deep affection, dreams also sorrow. Lovesickness has nowhere to be told, loneliness fills the west tower."

"Your heart is like the moon reflected in a cold pond, my will like stars accompanying the night mist. Though seas turn to fields, our love remains unchanged, wishing to walk hand in hand through the Red Dust."

...For a time, everyone unanimously and earnestly read the love poems before them.

"Hmm, good poems, good poems!" Someone nodded repeatedly in praise.

"These few are all good, I like them!"

"It's only been half an incense stick, and someone has already written such love poems. The Red Dust Inn truly is a gathering place for talented individuals!"

Whenever someone saw a line they liked, they would nod repeatedly in praise.

Even the Red Dust Inn's steward, looking at the love poems before him, couldn't help but show a look of relief.

"Well written. I wonder if there will be even more outstanding works to come."

The Red Dust Inn's steward stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes immediately showing a hint of anticipation.

After all, the champion's poem would be kept by the Red Dust Inn as a treasured artifact for passing guests to admire.

They naturally hoped someone could write a peerless masterpiece.

That would greatly enhance the Red Dust Inn's reputation, attracting more guests to come specifically for it.

Whoosh... Not long after, a gentle breeze rose again, and another love poem appeared.

"I am the wind and you are the sand, love so deep my eyes blur. Warm bed, fragrant quilt, gentle ripples, soft skin, jade bones, intoxicated by the spring breeze."

This love poem came from the burly man mentioned earlier.

"Cuihua, I finally wrote a love poem! From now on, I'm no longer just a man who only knows how to draw a gun!"

The burly man, looking at the poem he had painstakingly composed, his face was filled with pride.

But when his poem was fully displayed before everyone, the female cultivators present couldn't help but blush.

Some male cultivators, however, were different; their faces were now only filled with excitement.

"This poem feels a bit strange!" Someone whispered.

"Indeed, my second brother is already standing at attention!" Another man said with a mischievous grin.

"Looks like I'll have to go let off some steam after leaving the Red Dust Inn."

...In the corner, Xuan Tianchen looked at this scene and couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Good poems, good poems!"

Then he glanced at the half-burnt incense stick, which was about to extinguish, and finally stood up resolutely at this moment.

In a flash, an extremely refined and majestic literary aura suddenly burst forth from him.

Such a sudden anomaly instantly attracted the gaze of all cultivators present.

Under everyone's gaze, Xuan Tianchen held a brush and ink, leisurely inscribing words on the paper.

His movements were free-flowing and smooth.

It was as if the brush danced like a dragon and snake, full of artistic charm.

It could be described as truly impressive.

After just a few breaths, a complete poem naturally appeared on the paper.

"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces; spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick. If not seen at the peak of Mount Qunyu, then met at Yao Terrace beneath the moon."

As this poem appeared, the entire Red Dust Inn fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone's faces showed shock, their mouths slightly agape, as if they had been frozen.

Only a small number of boors who weren't very adept at poetry were still confused, looking left and right, bewildered.