The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Many people frowned.

Liu Chengfeng's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "Young Master Qin, this is an elegant gathering place for us literati. It is inappropriate for a boor like you, who only knows how to fight, to be here. Moreover, your foul language is causing trouble for everyone and seriously damaging the literary atmosphere here. Please take your people and leave immediately."

A chorus of agreement erupted from the surrounding crowd.

These scholars were always arrogant and looked down on warriors.

"Literary atmosphere?"

Qin Changye sneered: "A bunch of people who call themselves a peace-loving gathering but are actually just trying to tame the masses, do they even deserve to talk about a literary atmosphere?"

These words caused the assembled scholars to show their displeasure.

Liu Chengfeng suppressed his anger, a signature refined smile playing on his lips: "Young Master Qin, I know you, your father, and your grandfather all only know how to talk with swords, but you don't understand. There are many principles in this world that cannot be explained with swords. True peace is not achieved through fighting, but through conversation, through mutual understanding and tolerance."

Qin Changye abruptly interrupted Liu Chengfeng's rambling: "I cannot agree with your empty talk. I only know that [binding the weapons does not mean submitting to the ruler; only by protecting the land can the world be at peace.]"

After a pause, Qin Changye's tone became more serious:

Peace must be achieved through battles, for every inch of territory brings strength.

With each sentence Qin Changye uttered, the audience fell a little quieter.

After those two sentences were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

Isn't Qin Changye just a warrior who only knows how to fight and kill?

These two lines of poetry, while not masterpieces, are powerful in every line and even in every word.

Many people recited these two lines of poetry aloud, and some even couldn't help but feel their blood boil.

Not to mention them, even Li Yourong and the others behind Qin Changye were stunned. They didn't expect that Qin Changye was not only good at fighting, but also very good at poetry and songs.

"Young master, you are so cultured!"

Xiuer threw the sledgehammer to the ground with a bang and gave Qin Changye a thumbs-up with both hands.

At the same time, Qin Changye felt a trace of faith power gathering from all directions and continuously flowing into his body.

Then, the bottleneck in his cultivation was suddenly shattered by the overwhelming power of faith, creating a crack.

This surprised him; he was being promoted after just a few words?

If those who have been struggling to cultivate without making any progress saw this, wouldn't they be so frustrated that they would look up at the sky and curse the heavens?

Then, Qin Changye looked at the dumbfounded Liu Chengfeng: "Intelligence indicates that you are secretly colluding with the barbarian kingdom, and today you deliberately held a gathering to promote the idea of ​​submission and corrupt public opinion. I am going to kill you. Do you have any objections?"

His words were astonishing!

How did a disagreement escalate to the point of murder?

Liu Chengfeng sneered, "Young Master Qin, what nonsense are you spouting? I am the top scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the number one talent of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I will even become a sage of the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future. What right do you have to kill me?"

Qin Changye sneered and drew his ink sword with a swift motion: "A traitor who curries favor with the powerful and colludes with barbarian kingdoms, dares to call himself a saint?"

Liu Chengfeng finally panicked. Just as he was about to say something, many of his admirers stepped forward and shielded him behind them.

Among them was even Yue'er, the top courtesan of Wangyue Tower.

"Young Master Qin, if you wish to kill Young Master Liu, then please kill me first!"

She spread her arms, shielding Liu Chengfeng behind her, and spoke righteously.

Moonlight streamed through the window, falling on her exquisite face, making her look like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

She was absolutely certain that Qin Changye would never actually kill her.

She was the most famous courtesan in the capital, proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Countless princes and noblemen would spend lavishly to see her.

In this world, no man would be willing to kill her; he only wants to cherish her.

Qin Changye is a man too, and he is no exception.

However, the next moment, Qin Changye simply said "Okay" softly.

Then, the ink sword in his hand drew a sharp arc and slashed down on her snow-white neck without hesitation.

Her head fell off her neck and rolled right to Liu Chengfeng's feet.

Her eyes remained wide open, fixed intently on Liu Chengfeng.

However, Liu Chengfeng didn't even glance at her, his eyes fixed on the blood-stained ink sword in Qin Changye's hand, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"I'll count to five. Those who leave, I won't pursue. Those who don't leave..."

Qin Changye raised his ink-black sword once more: "I'll send you all to your deaths!"

The words fell.

Many of the scholars who had stood in front of Liu Chengfeng, who had just vowed to die for him, quietly stepped back.

It wasn't that they no longer admired Liu Chengfeng, but rather that they suddenly realized that Qin Changye was truly capable of killing!

When Qin Changye finished counting to five, there were still more than a dozen scholars who insisted on blocking Liu Chengfeng's way.

Clearly, they are terminally ill!

For those who are terminally ill, Qin Changye is used to giving them a complete release!

The ink-black sword continued to slash down.

After a dozen or so sword strikes, a dozen or so corpses lay on the ground.

These scholars and literati who were just talking so eloquently now lie in pools of blood, unable to utter another word of reason.

Liu Chengfeng's white clothes were splattered with the blood of others. There was no one in front of him. As Qin Changye strode towards him, his legs trembled like a leaf.

Just as he was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, the two women dressed as men suddenly stepped forward.

"Qin Changye, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

The woman, who looked like a young lady, angrily shouted and took off her hat and removed the disguise from her face.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, revealing her stunningly beautiful face to all.

sizzle...

After a brief silence, a deafening roar of gasps filled the air.

Many people recognized that this beautiful woman disguised as a man was actually Zhou Bingqing, the only princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

To everyone's surprise, she was also obsessed with Liu Chengfeng's poetry, and even disguised herself as a man to sneak into the poetry gathering, just to catch a glimpse of Liu Chengfeng.

With Princess Da Zhou protecting Liu Chengfeng, Qin Changye is likely to suffer a crushing defeat!

In fact, Zhou Bingqing had already strode forward and stood in front of Liu Chengfeng, saying, "Qin Changye, with me here today, you won't lay a finger on Brother Liu!"

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

The only princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty actually called Liu Chengfeng "Brother Liu" in public, suggesting that their relationship is not simple!

Qin Changye's face turned cold. He had no dealings with this princess who was obsessed with poetry, and this was their first meeting. His impression of her was very bad.

"Your brother Liu, as the top scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, receives the Great Zhou's salary, yet he secretly colludes with the barbarian kingdoms and deceives the people, and you, as the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, still have to protect him?"

Qin Changye's expression grew increasingly cold as he continued to question, "This Great Zhou belongs to the soldiers guarding the frontier, to the common people, and isn't it also the Great Zhou of yours, Princess?"

Zhou Bingqing replied without hesitation, "I don't care, I don't care! I only know that Brother Liu is incredibly talented and learned. His achievements in poetry are enough to be recorded in history. He is the only true god in my spiritual world!"

She paused, then her tone grew even more resolute: "The Great Zhou may perish, but my Brother Liu cannot lose a single hair!"