MTLNOVEL Chapter 279: Poem
Everyone saw Zhongli and Paimon just entering the city when an old man clad in golden armor greeted them with a smile, causing their eyes to twitch involuntarily.
No wonder he's the Martial God; even the Spirit Hall has acquaintances of his.
After a moment of thought and a glance at Paimon's eager eyes, Zhongli ultimately decided to follow Yue Guan.
Where to stay made no difference to Zhongli, whether at Yue Guan's home or an inn, it was all the same.
"Hard to refuse such hospitality!"
Zhongli cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, indicating his acceptance.
"Great, Zhongli!"
Paimon was thrilled; "Xue Qinghe" had indeed not lied to her.
In no time, Zhongli and Paimon followed Yue Guan towards his residence.
As for the competing teams, they could only watch and then follow arrangements to rest at an inn.
The team from the Star Luo Empire had arrived in Spirit City a few days earlier than the Heaven Dou team and were already impatient.
The Heaven Dou team, however, needed two days of rest to recuperate, with the draw on the third day and the competition starting on the fourth.
This meant they had a full three days to rest.
Unlike the preliminary and Qualifications, the finals didn't have many rounds, hence plenty of rest time.
But the rules of the finals were brutal, losing a match meant immediate elimination.
That's why there weren't many rounds in the finals.
Every match in the finals would require full effort.
Behind the Pope's Hall was where most of the elders resided, and deep within lay a hidden Worship Hall.
At the center of the Worship Hall was the Angel God's Temple.
At this moment, an old man in the Angel God's Temple suddenly opened his eyes, a meaningful smile on his lips.
"Has he finally arrived?"
He had been very patient waiting for this Martial God Douluo.
If it were before, he would have long since left the Worship Hall to personally visitHeaven Dou City to witness the grandeur of this Martial God Douluo.
"Martial God Douluo?"
Qian Daoliu shook his head and murmured, "Perhaps we should drop the 'Douluo'."
How strong could a level 99 be? Qian Daoliu knew all too well.
Even his full-force strike would find it difficult to shatter the walls of Heaven Dou City.
The power levels on the Douluo Continent were indeed like this.
But Zhongli could effortlessly crush a mountain!
A level 99 Limit Douluo absolutely couldn't do that.
Therefore, it had to be a deity.
Martial God Douluo, Martial God!
"I thought Xue'er would be the only one with the potential to become a deity in the last ten thousand years, but I didn't expect..."
Besides Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong also had the potential to become a deity.
Before them, this Martial God Douluo had quietly ascended to godhood...
It truly left Qian Daoliu astonished.
He was level 99, the pinnacle of human achievement.
Yet he hadn't sensed the divine pressure when the other became a god, leaving Qian Daoliu at a loss for words.
"Tomorrow, I shall invite this deity to the Angel God's Temple for a chat."
After murmuring this, the Angel God's Temple fell silent once more.
At Yue Guan's residence.
It was a modest-sized courtyard, with no other houses nearby.
Around the house were many flowers, all cultivated with great care by Yue Guan.
It was truly an ocean of flowers, with a small cottage nestled within.
"Clouds yearn for her garments, flowers for her countenance; the spring breeze brushes the rail, dew enriches the splendor."
Zhongli stood at the entrance, pausing briefly, inspired to recite.
Of course, his words were solely for the flowers.
Hearing this, Yue Guan was visibly shaken, his face showing disbelief.
What kind of talent was this?
This Martial God not only had divine martial skills but also such literary prowess.
Could there really be such a perfect person in the world, apart from the legendary readers?
"Good, very good!"
"Truly befitting of the Martial God; casually spoken, yet it's a timeless masterpiece!"
"Clouds yearn for her garments... flowers for her countenance!"
"The spring breeze brushes the rail... dew enriches the splendor!"
"Upon closer reflection, it's utterly shocking!"
Yue Guan's face was full of astonishment.
As a flower-loving "artist," such artistry captivated him.
The flowers were beautiful, but the poem was even more so!
"This poem was not composed by me; I was merely inspired."
Zhongli shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Yue Guan rolled his eyes. Whether such a poem existed in the world, he would know, right?
Clearly, Zhongli was just deceiving him.
"Martial God, does this poem have a continuation?"
"The poem is excellent, but I feel it's missing something."
Yue Guan stroked his chin, and said doubtfully.
If he weren't somewhat familiar with Zhongli, he would never have spoken so frankly.
"Of course, there is."
"If not seen atop the Qunyu Mountain, then met beneath the moon at Yaotai."
"Gasp—"
Yue Guan drew a sharp breath. He had thought the poem was praising the flowers, but now he felt it was more profound.
If one recited this to a woman, what woman could resist being moved?
Such talent! The Martial God possesses immense talent!
If the talent of the Douluo Continent were ten measures, the Martial God holds twelve; the world owes him two!
"If not seen atop the Qunyu Mountain, then met beneath the moon at Yaotai."
(Song of Everlasting Sorrow by Tang Dynasty Poet Bai Juyi)
"What a beautiful poem..."
At this moment, Yue Guan looked at the blooming flowers and found them less beautiful.
He seemed to have entered some extraordinary realm!
Flowers are beautiful, but they wither.
This poem, once composed, is an eternal masterpiece!
Millions of years later, the name of the Martial God will still resound across the entire Douluo Continent!
As if remembering something, Yue Guan hurriedly invited Zhongli and Paimon into the courtyard.
"Martial God, little Paimon, please wait. Some cooked food needs to be prepared; I'll be back shortly."
After Yue Guan left, the first thing he did was to find the chefs and instruct them on what to prepare.
The second thing was to copy Zhongli's poem and have it spread throughout Spirit City.
Fortunately, he had asked for the poem's title earlier.
"Qing Ping Diao"—though he didn't understand it, he was profoundly shocked.
"Strange, why is Elder Yue asking us to spread poetry?"
Though they didn't understand Yue Guan's motives, as an Elder of the Spirit Hall and one of the Pope's right-hand men, his orders could not be refused.
What if it was something the Pope had instructed?
"Qing Ping Diao, by Zhongli (Martial God Douluo)"
"..."
Whether locals or competitors fromHeaven Dou and Star Luo, all were shocked by the "flyers" in their hands.
Initially they were disdainful, upon seeing Zhongli (Martial God Douluo), they read it carefully.
Not reading it was one thing, but once read, they were plunged into an indescribable sensation.
It was the flourishing of a dynasty, the prosperity of an era, the beauty of a woman...
"Xue Qinghe" looked at the flyer in hand and was momentarily entranced.
"This... this was written by that blockhead... no, by that piece of stone?"
"Could it be... he wrote this for me?"
Across the Douluo Continent, she, Qian Renxue, dared to claim the title of the world's most beautiful woman!
If not for her, who else could it be for?