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Ao Ling is very angry now.

She was doing her accounts in the back garden, calculating this year's pearl harvest in the East China Sea, when she was suddenly informed that she had been sold.

Moreover, the buyer was none other than the legendary leader of the witch clan who was said to be leading three unruly children around eating people.

In her mind, the witch clan were a bunch of brutes with muscles in their brains, who didn't bathe, didn't read books, and only knew how to fight.

Marrying this kind of person? She might as well be used to fill in the ocean!

"You're Lin Xuan?" Ao Ling looked coldly at the man sitting in the main seat.

Ok?

She paused for a moment.

This person is not quite what she imagined.

He wasn't overly muscular, nor did he have a fierce look. He wore a moon-white robe, his hair was casually tied back, and he held a folding fan in his hand.

Those eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips. She exuded a lazy yet noble air.

She was more dignified than any of the so-called celestial demons and gods she had ever seen, or even those self-righteous innate deities.

"He does look presentable, though," Ao Ling muttered to herself, but her attitude remained firm. "Don't think that good looks can hide the fact that you're a barbarian! My dragon race may have declined, but we will never..."

"Your Highness is mistaken."

Lin Xuan stood up and snapped his folding fan shut.

He wasn't angry; instead, he slowly walked up to Ao Ling.

"Who says the Wu tribe are barbarians? Who says power and civilization cannot coexist?"

Lin Xuan's voice was very magnetic, like a deep cello.

"I've heard that Princess Aoling is exceptionally talented, not only possessing profound cultivation but also being proficient in music and poetry. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is indeed well-deserved."

His gaze swept over Ao Ling, without any of that lecherous look that was off-putting, but rather with pure appreciation.

Ao Ling felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her face flushing slightly, but she still stubbornly retorted, "Don't try to get close to me! What do you know about poetry? Your witch clan probably can't even read all the characters, right?"

"Since the princess doesn't believe me, how about we make a bet?"

Lin Xuan smiled.

"If I can compose a poem that satisfies the princess, she will give me a chance to pursue her. If I cannot, I will give the Ancestral Dragon Blood and the blueprint to the dragon clan for free, the marriage will be called off, and I will turn around and leave."

Ao Guang, who was listening nearby, felt his heart stop.

My dear son-in-law! Don't gamble so much! If you lose, won't my prize fly away?

But Ao Ling's eyes lit up: "Is that really true?"

A gentleman's word is as good as his bond.

"Fine! Go ahead and do it!" Ao Ling sheathed her longsword, crossed her arms, and said, "I'd like to see what kind of ivory you can spew out."

Lin Xuan turned around, looked at the sea outside the hall, put his hands behind his back, and composed himself.

Now it's time to unleash that ultimate weapon.

Although it may sound a bit cliché, in this cultural wasteland, it's a game-changer.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon."

Lin Xuan spoke slowly.

Just those eight words changed Ao Ling's expression.

Is this describing... a dragon?

"The autumn chrysanthemum shines brightly, the spring pine flourishes. It seems as if light clouds veil the moon, as if swirling snowflakes drift in the wind..."

As Lin Xuan chanted, the entire Crystal Palace seemed to quiet down.

This is not simply reciting poetry.

Lin Xuan used the power of his primordial spirit to visualize the imagery in the poem.

In Ao Ling's eyes, it was as if she really saw a peerless goddess walking on the clouds. Her posture and charm were somewhat similar to her own, but even more perfect.

Is he praising me?

Ao Ling's heart began to race.

No one has ever praised her like that before.

Her previous suitors either showered her with gifts or boasted about their own abilities. Never before had anyone been able to use such beautiful language to describe the kind of purity she longed for deep within her heart.

"Swift as a flying duck, elusive as a god. Her steps are light as a feather, her silk stockings stirring up dust..."

Lin Xuan turned around and stared intently at Ao Ling.

He changed the last sentence.

"Feeling the harmony of metal and stone, delighted by... Ling'er's radiant beauty."

The song ended.

The main hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ao Guang opened his mouth wide. Although he didn't quite understand, he thought it was very impressive.

Zhu Rong scratched his head: "What was Thirteenth Brother reciting? It sounded quite nice, but it was a real brain drain."

Ao Ling was completely stunned.

Her face turned as red as a ripe shrimp, and her former arrogance had long since vanished.

She looked at Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Shock, shyness, and a hint of... admiration.

This man is not only strong and handsome, but also incredibly talented in literature.

This isn't a barbarian at all! This is practically the perfect Daoist couple!

"You..." Ao Ling opened her mouth, her voice barely audible, "This poem... is it for me?"

Lin Xuan walked up to her and looked at her tenderly.

"Besides the princess, who else in this world is worthy of this poem?"

This is blatant flirting.

But in this atmosphere, the destructive power is ten thousand points.

Ao Ling felt her mental defenses completely collapse.

She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, looking exactly like a young girl in love.

"Well... then I'll reluctantly... give you a chance."

After saying that, she turned and ran into the back hall, even faster than when she rushed out earlier.

Lin Xuan watched her retreating figure, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Get it done.

The system wasn't lying; indeed, cultured people are the most sought-after.

Ao Guang finally came to his senses, rushed up and grabbed Lin Xuan's hand, tears streaming down his face.

"My dear son-in-law! You are truly talented! You must write down those lines from earlier; I want to frame them and hang them at the entrance of the Dragon Palace! Let the entire prehistoric world see that my son-in-law is a great scholar!"

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Keep it low-key, keep it low-key. Father-in-law, let's talk about the dowry first... oh no, I mean the resource allocation after the Dragon Clan merges into the Witch Clan."

Just then, a loud bang came from outside.

"Report—!"

A crab stumbled in, covered in blood.

"Dragon King! It's terrible! The Heavenly Court... the Heavenly Court has broken in!"

"What?!" Ao Guang's expression changed drastically.

Lin Xuan's eyes instantly turned cold.

"The Heavenly Court? That old bastard Di Jun, isn't he tired of being beaten up last time?"