Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Lin Xuan's sudden change stunned everyone.

His ultimate charm was at its peak. Combined with his melancholic eyes, perfect profile, and enigmatic aura, he instantly captivated the attention of every woman in the room.

Chang Xi stopped laughing, stared wide-eyed at Lin Xuan, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Xihe was also stunned. This witch clan... seems a little different?

Lin Xuan took two steps forward, each step seeming to tread on the heartstrings of everyone present.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice deep and magnetic, and slowly recited:

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

The moment the first sentence was uttered, the spiritual energy on the Taiyin Star seemed to tremble.

A feeling never before experienced spread with this line of poetry.

Taiichi was stunned. This beginning... seems a bit... off?

Lin Xuan didn't stop; he continued chanting, his voice carrying a hint of questioning the heavens and earth, yet also a touch of nonchalance:

"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."

"I long to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers are too cold at such heights."

As these words were recited, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.

Beams of visible talent descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Xuan. He was radiant, as if he had merged with the bright moon.

"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!"

Chang Xi was mesmerized.

She had never heard such beautiful words before. Every word seemed to strike a chord in her heart. The helplessness of being in a high position yet feeling lonely, the longing for freedom—it all resonated deeply with her!

"This...how is this possible?" Taiyi's eyes widened, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Is this some kind of witch clan?

This literary talent is so great that even the disciples of those saints might not be able to match it, let alone the demon race.

Lin Xuan turned around and looked at Xihe and Changxi. His eyes were so tender they seemed to melt water, as if this poem was written specifically for them.

"Turning to the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the light shines on the sleepless."

"There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?"

Xihe's body trembled slightly.

"There should be no hatred..." she murmured to herself. For countless eons, guarding this desolate Guanghan Palace, how could she not feel resentment? How could she not feel hatred?

This man actually understands her?

Lin Xuan reached the final climax. He opened his arms as if to embrace the starry sky and the two lonely goddesses.

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."

May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.

boom!

As the last sentence fell, the Moon Star was completely agitated.

Countless moonlight transformed into petals, fluttering down in a gentle rain. The entire starry sky echoed with the phrase, "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles."

This is the resonance of the Great Dao!

This is a manifestation of the divine power of literature and morality!

Chang Xi could no longer hold back. She held her chest in her hands, her face flushed, and looked at Lin Xuan with stars in her eyes.

"Excellent! What a beautiful line, 'Sharing the same moon across a thousand miles!'" Chang Xi was so excited he almost jumped up. "This is poetry! This is what I've been wanting to hear!"

Xihe also took a deep breath to calm her turbulent emotions. The way she looked at Lin Xuan had completely changed.

It was no longer wariness, no longer disgust, but rather a hint of appreciation, even a hint of...shyness.

[Ding! System notification: Congratulations, host, you have successfully shown off!]

Chang Xi's favorability rating has surpassed 90% (she's fallen for him)!

[Xihe's favorability rating has exceeded 85% (heart fluttering)!]

[Reward: Blessed with literary luck, charm value increased again!]

Lin Xuan felt secretly pleased as he listened to the system's notification.

Su Shi, I'm sorry, but I'm borrowing your poem to pick up a girl.

He smiled slightly and bowed to the two goddesses: "I spoke on a whim, and I hope you two fairies will forgive my imperfections. Compared to Fellow Daoist Taiyi's large and round breasts, mine is indeed a bit... pretentious."

puff!

That final blow almost made Taiyi spit out a mouthful of blood.

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

At this moment, Taiyi stood there, looking like a clown.

His "big and round" still echoes in my ears, but compared to Lin Xuan's timeless masterpiece, it's simply the worst of the worst.

All eyes were on Lin Xuan, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who had previously thought the demon race was powerful now lowered their heads in shame.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Not only was she outmatched in writing skills, but she was also completely outclassed in terms of temperament.

"You...you cheated!" Taiyi roared angrily, pointing at Lin Xuan, "How could a member of the Witch Clan write such a poem? You must have copied it from somewhere!"

"Copy?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me, Fellow Daoist Taiyi, whose work did I copy? In this primordial world, who else could compose such poetry? Could it be you?"

"I..." Taiyi was speechless.

Indeed, in this ancient era before literature and art flourished, poetry of this caliber was unheard of.

"That's enough!"

Xihe spoke coldly. She looked at Taiyi, her eyes filled with disappointment and disgust.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, the outcome is decided. Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan's talent is unparalleled, and my sister and I admire him greatly. As for you... please leave. Taiyin Star does not welcome vulgar people."

"Vulgar?" Upon hearing this word, Taiichi's rationality snapped completely.

He is the Eastern Emperor! He is the number one person below the Sage! How could he be called vulgar? And he even lost to a useless member of the Witch Clan who had no cultivation?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Taiyi, enraged, laughed, and the True Fire of the Sun on his body suddenly erupted, while the Chaos Bell in his hand emitted a deafening roar.

"If words don't work, then let's use force!"

"I've never failed to get the woman I set my sights on!"

"Lin Xuan! I want you dead!"

Taiyi went mad. He directly summoned the Chaos Bell and hurled it fiercely at Lin Xuan.

At this moment, all notions of a divinely ordained marriage and proper etiquette were cast aside. All he wanted was to smash this pretty boy who had humiliated him so much into a pulp!

Chang Xi screamed in fright, "Watch out!"

However, Lin Xuan didn't even blink when faced with this devastating attack.

He simply took a step back and hid behind Dijiang.

"Big brother, someone is hitting your brother."

Di Jiang sneered, and the laws of space were activated instantly.

"A fight? Taiichi, you asked for this!"

Di Jiang sneered, and the laws of space were activated instantly.