Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 281: Jealousy Makes One Unrecognizable

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet on the summit of Mount Qunyu, we'll meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

"What a magnificent sight! What a beautiful woman!"

"I wonder in what circumstances His Majesty the God of War composed this poem."

The city of Wuhun was in an uproar.

While the Douluo Continent is indeed martial, they are almost powerless against such beautiful verses.

Because of its emphasis on martial arts, it lacks cultural and entertainment aspects.

Even 30,000 years later, Tang Wulin's songs can still touch people's hearts, which shows how powerful he is...

Compared to the poems of the Poet Immortal, Tang Wulin's singing is no different... incomparable, even though the two are not even in the same league.

This poem, once written, will surely be passed down through the ages.

Inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong held a piece of paper in her hand, her eyes gleaming, lost in thought.

After a long while, she finally sighed.

The past is too painful to recall. Half of her life was ruined by Yu Xiaogang, and the other half was ruined by Qian Xunji. It is truly tragic. Alas!

"If you had appeared thirty years earlier, things wouldn't have come to this."

Of course, Bibi Dong had no feelings for Zhongli, and her words did not refer to romantic love.

Having seen more perfect people, why would she set her sights on Yu Xiaogang?

Does Yu Xiaogang possess such talent?

If only I hadn't fallen for Yu Xiaogang, none of these unpleasant things would have happened.

That's why she said such strange things.

"This poem of yours, could it be written for Xue'er?"

Only her daughter, Qian Renxue, is worthy of such poetic verses.

As expected of mother and daughter, they thought of the same thing.

After a while, Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, and though she smiled, she didn't say anything more.

If Zhongli truly loves Xue'er, wouldn't he and Qian Renxue be a perfect match?

Although she didn't like this daughter, she still hoped that Qian Renxue could be happy.

Inside the hotel where Shrek Academy was resting, everyone was also appreciating this poem.

Everyone, including Liu Erlong, had strange expressions.

Zhongli impressed them all with his immense power and terrifying presence.

Although he possessed some knowledge, it was all crooked and heretical.

Especially the rhetoric, which is utterly fallacious and heretical.

However, once this poem was published, even Tang San could not find any fault with it, which made him quite uneasy.

As an "assassin," the knowledge learned is basically killing techniques, or the nonsensical literature in the Xuan Tian Bao Lu.

At the same time, he was also an old friend, and he knew a little about classical Chinese texts. Of course, his knowledge of classical Chinese was genuine.

This poem, in terms of both its order and its artistic conception, is something that Tang San looks up to.

Tang San clenched his fist, but it felt like he had punched cotton; it caused no damage whatsoever, only a helpless rage.

"How could he possibly write such a poem?!"

"What gives him the right?!"

It's one thing for him to be powerful, but he can cultivate first. He has a strong martial soul and good fortune. Tang San accepts all of that.

But poetry has absolutely nothing to do with these things!

It's not that living a long life guarantees you'll write poetry.

Jealousy can make a person look completely different.

Tang San is exactly like that now.

"Third Brother, you're the smartest among us. Why don't you write a poem criticizing this Martial God Douluo!"

Ma Hongjun looked angrily at the paper in his hand and said to Tang San.

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively looked at Tang San, wanting to hear what he would say.

Tang San: "..."

Anyone who didn't know better would think Ma Hongjun was sent by the other side!

Isn't this making things difficult for Tang San?

Does he not know his own worth?

Should I write a poem to criticize Zhongli?

If Tang San could really do it, why would he be so impotent and furious here?

"It's just poetry, nothing more!"

"We are Soul Masters, and we should focus on cultivating our Soul Power. Let's work hard to cultivate and not waste our energy on these useless things."

Tang San spoke without changing his expression, but his heart was bleeding.

If he could, he would like to say a few words, but unfortunately, he can't!

"Third Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Why is it shaking?

Xiao Wu stood behind Tang San and, seeing Tang San's body tremble slightly, subconsciously asked him a question.

Everyone: "..."

Tang San: "o.0"

I was originally going to say that Tang San's words made sense.

Tang San's behavior clearly shows that he is incapable of composing such a poem; he is simply in a fit of impotent rage and sour grapes.

Everyone understood the implication, but since Tang San was one of their own, they didn't expose him.

"Third Brother is right. As Soul Masters, we should prioritize cultivating our Soul Power!"

Ma Hongjun spoke with a firm and unwavering gaze, but a hint of disdain deep in his eyes betrayed him.

Even an illiterate man like him thought Zhongli wrote well, wonderfully, he didn't know why it was good, he didn't know why it was wonderful, it was just good!

Tang San, however, said that this was trivial, which was truly inhuman.

Even if Zhongli has broken through to the pinnacle of human cultivation, can't he still study poetry and prose?

As if he had just realized something, Ma Hongjun suddenly understood.

Yes, it's precisely because Zhongli has reached the pinnacle of human existence that he has nothing to do and spends his days listening to music in brothels!

This is the life he longs for!

Or should we stop cultivating?

Zhong Li cultivated to level 99, possibly even touching the level 100 limit, before going to the brothel to listen to music. Ma Hongjun, who is only level 40, went directly to the brothel to listen to music, wouldn't that save him from taking dozens of detours?

It also saves us from taking detours that could last for decades or even centuries.

The moment the idea came to him, Ma Hongjun put it out of his mind.

He hasn't avenged his teacher yet, how can he just say he won't practice anymore?

At the very least, he must avenge his teacher before he does this!

But to get revenge, one must be able to defeat Yu Yuanzhen, who is also Liu Erlong's teacher's uncle, and Liu Erlong is the teacher's favorite person...

This is a complete mess!

Ma Hongjun fell into deep thought for a moment.

"The mistress is right. As Soul Masters, we should prioritize cultivating our Soul Power!"

Dai Mubai nodded and said.

But there was a hint of unease deep in his eyes, indicating that he didn't really care about this matter.

I think I'll meet that person in the finals, right?

What if I were to meet him?

"What should we do to survive?"

Dai Mubai also fell into deep thought.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun promised to help him, but without the assistance of the Zhu family's daughter, it would be difficult for him to contend with the Netherworld White Tiger!

Dai Mubai knew perfectly well how powerful the Netherworld White Tiger was, so it was understandable that he questioned Tang San and Ma Hongjun's strength.

He was, after all, a prince of the Star Luo Empire, and the education he received was naturally different from that of others.

In his mind, the Netherworld White Tiger was one of the most powerful forces in the world.

Liu Erlong looked at the paper in her hand, then at Tang San, and ultimately remained silent.

Instead, she put the paper away, returned to her room, and began her cultivation.

"What happened to Teacher Erlong?"

The crowd was somewhat puzzled by Liu Erlong's strange behavior.

(End of this chapter)