Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 907 A Not-So-Interesting World (12)

Upon hearing Lin Yuan and Yao Guang say that this place was a cultural wasteland where everyone had nothing to do but build houses, the visitor revealed an expression of "I knew it."

The newcomer plopped down, patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Poor kid, I knew you guys didn't have much to do. You must have been through a big battle before, it was so fierce, the houses were blown up into the sky."

"That's true," Lin Yuan nodded.

“My name is Huang Xi. When my mother gave birth to me, she dreamed of a phoenix descending from the sky, so she named me this. I am the leader’s collector, and my mission is to travel around the area, explore every world I pass by, acquire the poetry and culture there, and then give it back to our little world.”

Yao Guang looked Huang Xi up and down for a while, then nodded and said, "Aba (But you're only at the Qi Refining stage)?"

Huang Xi looked at Yao Guang with a puzzled expression, then said to Lin Yuan, "Hey friend, I might be a bit blunt, but this kid is sick and needs treatment. When it comes to healing, no doctor is better than those in our Blissful Realm. I recommend a doctor; go to the Blissful Realm and find him. He's incredibly effective."

Looking at the enthusiastic Huang Xi, Lin Yuan noticed that the other party was dressed very strangely and had a somewhat arrogant attitude, but did not seem like a bad person.

Restraining the increasingly enraged Yao Guang, Lin Yuan asked, "You're just a Qi Refining cultivator, how could you sense our presence in the void and then come here?"

"This is a unique travel method of our Phoenix Clan, and I can't tell anyone else about it. Wait a minute, I want to know, are we friends?"

"I guess so," Lin Yuan said. "You just called me a friend."

“Oh right, then there’s no problem. We travel through the void using this.”

He unfolded his sleeve, revealing what was under his clothes: a feather.

These feathers shimmered with a bright light, and flames flowed continuously within them, like wildfire lurking beneath the earth or flowing lava, displaying astonishing colors.

Pointing to the feathers, Huang Xi said, "This is my special ability. It's an ability unique to our race. These flames allow us to travel through the void and sense the location of other lands within it. I was guided by these feathers and came to you."

Lin Yuan wanted to ask more questions, but Huang Xi had already stood up and said nervously, "No, time is running out. I still have many field research tasks to complete. This is a unique form of entertainment in our Blissful Realm. Go take a look, and I'll come back tomorrow to explain how to play it."

After saying that, Huang Xi stuffed a thread-bound book into Lin Yuan's arms, and the flames on his chest suddenly burst forth, enveloping Huang Xi.

Then, the ball of flame shot into the sky, transformed into a stream of flame, and disappeared into the horizon.

Only after Huang Xi disappeared did Lin Yuan say softly, "The world is vast and full of wonders. To be able to soar through the void while refining Qi, what kind of cultivation technique is that?"

“Aba (maybe it’s not a cultivation technique).” Yao Guang stared at the flames and said thoughtfully, “(Don’t you think the other party doesn’t seem to be human)?”

“I feel the same way.” Lan nodded. “I’ve been to Kyushu and was delighted to see the cultivators there. Normally, a Star Lord would naturally like the human race and would want to do more for them. But when I saw Brother Ha and Huang Xi, I couldn’t like them at all. In fact, I felt a bit disgusted.”

"Could it be because he's too ugly?" Lin Yuan asked.

"No, it's probably just that I can't bring myself to like them. I suspect they're not human."

Based on Lan's assessment, and combined with the other party's peculiar ability to soar through the void after refining Qi, Lin Yuan felt that the other party was most likely not human.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "The void is indeed vast, with all sorts of strange things appearing one after another. I thought there were no demons in this world, but I never expected to see them here."

“Aba (I also find it unbelievable; I never thought the legendary demon race really existed. But they left in such a hurry, otherwise we could have definitely gotten some information out of them. By the way, Lin Yuan, didn't they give you a thread-bound book? What's inside?)” “I was just about to read it too; let's take a look together.”

The three of them huddled together and curiously flipped through the book, only to discover that it contained a series of poems.

"Poetry? Do the demons of the Paradise Realm like to write poetry?" Lan asked curiously.

"Aba (I don't know. Although I don't understand poetry, how should I put it, is this a bit bad?)."

“You’re right,” Lin Yuan said, frowning.

As he turned the pages, his brow furrowed more and more, and the more uncomfortable he felt, the more he looked.

These poems are mostly lyric poems, but the emotions they express are meaningless, and they are characterized by a strong tendency to be deliberately mysterious and to pile up flowery language.

Poets seem to only see the tonal patterns of poetry, completely ignoring its rhythm and aesthetics. The poems they produce are utter garbage, awkward and uninteresting to read.

Lin Yuan closed the thread-bound book, let out a long breath, and then said to Lan, "I suddenly don't really want to go to the Paradise. I feel like it's bad for my eye health."

"Don't look at me like that. I won't go even if they invite me. What if it's full of demons? I might not be able to resist going on a killing spree."

“Aba (Don’t look at me, I don’t want to go either. I want to chat with my spirit world forever).”

"It seems no one wants to go, so let's politely decline next time. After all, there are so many small worlds, and there probably won't be any useful clues there, so let's just forget about it."

After reaching a consensus, Lin Yuan began to wait for the results from Kyushu, while Yao Guang started chatting with Ling Jing, occasionally letting out strange laughter, which earned her a regretful look from Lin Yuan.

An hour later, flames descended like shooting stars, and Huang Xi, who had left earlier, returned and landed beside Lin Yuan.

He crossed his arms, shook off the sparks from his clothes, and sighed helplessly, "This field trip was a failure; someone else beat me to it."

"What are you doing during your field research?" Lin Yuan asked curiously.

"To catch poems!" Huang Xi replied excitedly. "In the past, people would carve their poems on stars. When stars burned, they turned into stones, and when those stones shattered, they became shooting stars. As the shooting stars streaked across the sky, they gave birth to the wind, and the wind contained poetry. We're going to follow the wind, catch those shooting stars, and find the poems. Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Aba (The poem you just mentioned was quite good! But what did you guys record?)!"

“That’s right.” Lin Yuan nodded seriously. “You wrote it very well.”

“But it has no rhythm, no rhyme,” Huang Xi replied. “Poetry needs structure; just saying whatever comes to mind doesn’t make poetry. Never mind, you don’t understand, I don’t blame you.”

Lin Yuan and Yao Guang exchanged a glance, finally showing interest in the so-called Paradise.

That place sounds a bit twisted.

(End of this chapter)