Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2744: Chapter 2745: Utter Domination

Even Xu Gaotian, who hated Xue An to the core and wished nothing more than to kill him, couldn’t help but be momentarily lost in thought, let alone everyone else present.

Whether male or female, old or young, almost everyone stood up to look at the young man in white in the sky.

On stage, Tang Zheng whispered in a shocked tone.

"The Literary Sage’s plaque actually chose him willingly. How could this be? Could it be that his literary prowess has reached such a level?"

The little maidservant Tuan’er, however, was overjoyed, almost jumping with excitement.

"Miss, this handsome gentleman is truly impressive!"

Yun Lingxuan gazed distantly at the figure standing in the sky and softly replied.

"Yes, indeed! Very impressive!"

The poem Xue An just recited was an excellent choice, both in terms of concept and wording.

But Yun Lingxuan was more concerned about the unusual phenomena Xue An had triggered.

Especially the Literary Sage’s plaque that flew over to his head of its own accord, which moved Yun Lingxuan deeply.

The mystery surrounding this enigmatic young man seemed to grow ever deeper.

At this moment, Shi Chang on the stage suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"The poem is indeed good, but merely relying on this to act proud and disdainful, you are not quite qualified, not to mention I don’t find this poem much superior to my son’s poetry!"

Having governed the Ling’an City domain for many years as the Great General, he naturally wouldn’t be easily swayed by external phenomena.

Hearing his words, Xu Gaotian quickly regained his composure, "Exactly! This poem can only be said to be decent at best, far from enough to beat me!"

In response to this pair of father and son’s sophistry, Xue An slightly smirked.

"Not enough, is it? Very well, today I will make you lose wholeheartedly and convinced!"

Then, he extended one finger and said lightly, "Listen closely!"

Xu Gaotian sneered, "Listen to what? Can you really compose ten or eight poems?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xue An began to chant in a leisurely voice.

"Idle, flowers of osmanthus fall, night quiet, spring mountains empty. Moon rises startling mountain birds, from time to time, chirps in the spring ravine!"

The smile on Xu Gaotian’s face froze.

Shi Chang, who had been standing on the stage with an indifferent demeanor, finally changed his expression dramatically, his eyes widened, staring fixedly at Xue An after hearing the poem.

But this was far from over. Xue An extended a second finger.

"Middle age prefers quiet paths, later at the southern edge of the mountains. Inspired, often going alone, victorious events known only to oneself. Walking to where water ends, sitting watching clouds rise. Accidentally meeting an old man in the woods, talking with laughter, never to return on time."

Then Xue An extended a third finger, barely pausing before reciting the next poem.

"Empty mountains, no one in sight, only the sound of voices echoing. Reflected light penetrates deep forest, and illuminates the green moss anew!"

Xue An’s pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he recited a total of ten poems about emptiness, none of which were repetitive, all exquisite works.

Everyone’s mouths gradually opened wider with his recitations, eventually transforming their shock to numbness.

Indeed!

No matter how knowledgeable one was, none had ever seen such a world-defying feat of composing poetry as casually as selling vegetables.

Each of these masterpieces seemed to flow effortlessly from Xue An, shattering the pride of every scholar present with ease,

leaving many with trembling lips, silently vowing to themselves.

From now on... I’ll stop writing poetry!

The reason being, it’s too humiliating, it’s not supposed to be like this.

For one might toil a lifetime yet fail to create a memorable work.

Yet here he is, casually uttering world-shaking verses, the disparity is simply despairing.

Even Yun Lingxuan, who had been seated, was now unknowingly standing at the stage front, staring in fascination at the young man in white displaying unparalleled talent in the sky.

In the corner, Wu Zizhang sighed lightly at this moment.

"Today I finally know what true genius means; sometimes the gap between people is bigger than that between a person and a dog!"

Although coarse, Han Bochao, Yao Yachao, and others agreed deeply.

Meanwhile, after reciting ten poems, Xue An clenched his hand into a fist, his expression calm as he looked towards Shi Chang and Xu Gaotian, who were both stunned.

"Is this enough, now?"

The scene was so quiet that one could hear the teeth clattering from excitement.

Many scholars flushed with excitement.

For they knew, although they didn’t gain fame from this literary gathering, they witnessed history.

This scene would certainly be recorded in history books, and later on, they could proudly say they witnessed this shocking event with their own eyes.

As for Shi Chang and Xu Gaotian, their faces were pale.

No matter how unreasonable they were, after Xue An recited ten poems with an almost overwhelming advantage, they realized clearly.

They lost!

And lost completely.

But after a while, Shi Chang was the first to react.

His expression changing unpredictably, finally settling to a forced smile.

"Hahaha, indeed a rare talent, never thought I’d witness such a tale in my City Lord’s Mansion in Ling’an!"

This sudden change in attitude left many perplexed.

Especially Xu Gaotian, who anxiously shouted.

"Father!"

But Shi Chang glared at him fiercely and continued speaking.

"This young man, there’s no doubt you’ve won this literary gathering, and I was merely following protocol earlier. I hope you don’t mind!"

Saying this, he made a ceremonial bow to Xue An.

Regardless of anything else, this seamless transition from arrogance to courtesy showed Shi Chang to be a deeply calculative person.

But it must be said, his performance successfully fooled many present.

People breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions lightening.

After all, no one wanted a perfectly good literary gathering to end in a martial confrontation.

Though the Great General indeed wanted to support his eldest son initially, it was understandable.

And now that he acknowledged his mistake and corrected his attitude, it could be regarded as a great virtue.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, Xue An, standing in the air, did not accept his apology at all.

On the contrary, Xue An’s mouth curled into a cold smile.

"Protocol? Haha, quite a decent excuse!"

Upon saying this, Shi Chang’s face instantly darkened.

Many were puzzled, completely unaware of what Xue An intended to do.

Why reject the Great General’s goodwill?

Although he indeed went too far previously, now he had apologized, yet this boy in white still wouldn’t accept it, wasn’t that a bit ungrateful?

Moreover, had he accepted the Great General’s apology, fame and position would have been at his fingertips.