110: He has a treasure of literature and art at his fingertips, even the great scholars have to bow down to him!

As Xuan Tianchen finished writing, the poem he had penned slowly floated up, gently hanging above the main hall.

At this moment, the true face of the entire poem finally became completely clear to everyone.

The poetic charm emanating from the lines alone left everyone present captivated.

It was as if they were immersed in a dreamlike realm of poetry, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this, the Red Dust Inn manager could no longer suppress the surging excitement in his heart.

His figure flickered, and in an instant, he stood before the poem.

"Her clothes are like the clouds, her face like the flowers, the spring breeze brushes the balustrade, and the dew is thick. If not seen on the peak of Jade Mountain, then met on the moonlit Jade Terrace. Penned by Pseudonym, the Immortal Poet!"

After a burst of excitement, the Red Dust Inn manager couldn't help but recite it aloud, his voice filled with deep emotion and awe.

"I never thought, I never thought that in my lifetime I would witness such a world-shaking masterpiece. I declare that the champion of this Red Dust Poetry Competition belongs to this Pseudonym!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Red Dust Inn manager completely disregarded all the other poems.

With a hearty laugh, he gave the final result without hesitation or delay.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed, with no trace of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

This was because, in front of this world-shaking masterpiece, all other poems were instantly reduced to dust; not a single one could contend with it.

This not only referred to the poems composed today but also all the poems treasured by the Red Dust Inn since its establishment.

Without exaggeration, even if those great Confucian scholars who stood at the forefront and were renowned throughout the world were present, they could only bow their heads in defeat, admitting their inferiority.

For a moment, hearts were excited, hands trembled.

As a Supreme Expert, he did not hesitate in the slightest, quickly flying to Xuan Tianchen's presence.

"Pseudonym, this old man is Yun Mo, the manager of the Red Dust Inn. Today, having obtained your peerless masterpiece, I finally understand that learning is endless, and the path of literature is boundless!"

"Manager Yun Mo, you flatter me. This was merely an impromptu creation by Li!" Xuan Tianchen feigned a humble smile.

This made his refined and noble temperament, coupled with his overflowing talent, complement each other even more, making him appear extraordinarily charming.

"I didn't notice it before, but I didn't expect that the Heavens actually possess such a talented young master. I wonder if he already has a Dao companion."

"This young master is not only talented but also very handsome. I really want to accompany him in the mortal world and live a carefree life."

"If I could sit by a stove and brew tea with this young master, composing poems and couplets, what more could the Great Dao offer me!"

...Almost at the same moment, all the female cultivators present couldn't help but develop feelings of admiration for Xuan Tianchen, falling deeply for him and unable to extricate themselves.

Even those women who had been training in the mortal world for a long time and possessed extremely firm Dao hearts were no exception.

Among them was Murong Yanran.

At this moment, beneath her veil, her heart couldn't help but experience an uncontrollable flutter.

"What's wrong with me? Why is my heart beating so fast!"

As the Heartless Empress from billions of years ago, although she had seen countless Immortal Emperors and great Confucian scholars in this life, it was still her first time witnessing such a beautiful poem, so how could she not be surprised!

Besides, she was also the current generation's fairy of the Jueqing Immortal Sect.

Even with her awakened inherited memories, she was essentially still a woman only seven hundred years old.

Encountering a modest young master of such exceptional talent and appearance as Xuan Tianchen upon entering the world, no matter how firm her Dao heart, it couldn't withstand such turmoil.

"It seems my Dao heart is not firm enough. If I seek her help to cross the Red Dust, I wonder if I can make it through!"

Beneath the veil, a trace of solemnity involuntarily appeared on Murong Yanran's beautiful face.

After all, before she descended the mountain, she believed no one could shake her Dao heart.

However, at this moment, after merely glancing at Xuan Tianchen a few times, an uncontrollable restlessness inexplicably arose within her heart.

For her, who was preparing to cross the Red Dust, this was not a good omen.

In the center of the main hall... After an excited conversation with Xuan Tianchen, Yun Mo, the Red Dust Inn manager, finally stated his request:

"Pseudonym, would you be willing to leave the peerless masterpiece you personally penned today here, to serve as the Red Dust Inn's treasured artifact?"

However, Xuan Tianchen immediately smiled and refused, "I'm sorry, Manager Yun Mo, this poem cannot be given to your Red Dust Inn!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Mo thought Xuan Tianchen wanted the Red Dust Inn to offer something valuable in exchange.

Not only was he not disheartened, but he was overjoyed.

After all, such a peerless masterpiece was a rare find; as long as it could be exchanged, it meant there was still a chance.

Thinking this, Yun Mo immediately intended to speak again, wishing to exchange the treasures of the inn for the poem Xuan Tianchen had written.

However, before he could speak, an extremely profound voice first echoed in the main hall.

"Pseudonym, this old man is Ling Kongzi, the owner of the Red Dust Inn. If you are willing to bestow this poem upon the Red Dust Inn, you may choose any treasure from our Red Dust Inn!"

As soon as the words fell, an old man with an aura as natural as the heavens appeared before Xuan Tianchen.

Just as he said, the old man's identity was Ling Kongzi, the owner of the Red Dust Inn.

A Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer expert, he was one of the great Confucian scholars of the Jueqing Immortal Domain.

He was usually a reclusive figure, rarely seen, but now he had personally descended.

Naturally, he had also been deeply shaken by the poem Xuan Tianchen had written.

For those who cultivated as Confucian scholars, there was only one way to advance their cultivation realm: comprehending the Dao of Literature.

Ling Kongzi's cultivation had been stagnant at the Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer for ten thousand years, making no progress whatsoever.

This was due to a bottleneck in his comprehension of the Dao of Literature; only by comprehending a supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature would he have a chance to break through.

This was also why the Red Dust Inn held a poetry competition every year.

They hoped to try their luck and see if they could collect supreme treasures of the Dao of Literature.

Fortunately, diligence pays off; now, the poem Xuan Tianchen had written was undoubtedly a rare and supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature.

And a supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature had to be the original work of the person who created it.

Therefore, as long as Xuan Tianchen was willing to exchange, the Red Dust Inn would do its utmost to satisfy him.

But facing Ling Kongzi's sincerity, Xuan Tianchen merely smiled calmly:

"Old sir, you have all misunderstood my meaning. This poem was written by me for a certain young lady here; apart from her, I will not give it to anyone else. As for the supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature you need, I can write another one and give it to you for free."

With Xuan Tianchen's insight, how could he not see through the old fellow Ling Kongzi's inner thoughts at this moment?

Giving him a poem was fine; he would die anyway later!

Under everyone's gaze, Xuan Tianchen picked up the brush again and then freely and gracefully wrote down a poem titled "Resentment."

"The beauty rolls up the pearl curtain, sits deeply with furrowed brows. Only seeing tear stains, not knowing whom her heart resents."

In an instant, the entire main hall fell silent once more.

Today, they had actually witnessed a young man casually write two beautiful poems that even great Confucian scholars could not hope to match.

"Old sir, here!" Xuan Tianchen directly presented the newly written "Resentment" to Ling Kongzi.

Seeing this, Ling Kongzi was overjoyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"Pseudonym, do you truly not require the Red Dust Inn to exchange it with a supreme treasure?"

Ling Kongzi had also not expected to obtain a supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature from Xuan Tianchen so easily.

Although for other cultivators, it was just a beautiful poem, serving no purpose other than appreciation.

But for them, these literary cultivators, the weight of a supreme treasure of the Dao of Literature was no less than an Emperor-level cultivation technique.

That's right, it was that amazing!

"Old sir, if matters between scholars are tied to material things, it becomes vulgar!"

Xuan Tianchen smiled elegantly and calmly, his vast literary aura fully displayed, inspiring reverence.

Seeing this, Ling Kongzi also gave an awkward smile, "Pseudonym is right, this old man was indeed a bit vulgar!"

He had lived for so long, why hadn't he understood this problem earlier?

Xuan Tianchen no longer paid attention to the somewhat dazed Ling Kongzi, but instead leisurely walked into the crowd on his own.

The female cultivators present watched this scene, secretly praying in their hearts that the young lady Xuan Tianchen had mentioned was themselves.

Finally, under everyone's gaze,

When Xuan Tianchen walked in front of Murong Yanran, he finally stopped.

"Young lady, this poem was written by me for you. It's for you!"