My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

He also regretted marrying into the family!

Thinking of this, tears welled up in his eyes, filled with regret and guilt.

After Song Yuntao finished reading, many students thought of their elderly mothers at home, lowered their heads, and the atmosphere became somber.

This is undoubtedly a masterpiece of poetry, because it resonates with readers.

After a while, Ning Xuan stood up, bowed to Song Yuntao, and even bowed in the manner of a disciple.

"To hear Brother Song's poem today is better than reading a hundred books. I, Ning, am truly impressed!"

Song Yuntao hurriedly bowed and, trying to sound scholarly, said, "Brother Ning, you flatter me!"

The other students around him also stood up and bowed to Song Yuntao.

After that poem was written, they lost all interest in writing poetry.

Once "Song of the Wanderer" is published, it will crush them, and this poem may even be remembered for generations.

Song Yuntao glanced at Qi Yu, and seeing that Qi Yu did not make any move, he breathed a sigh of relief, but was also somewhat disappointed, and then relieved.

He didn't know what he should do if Qi Yu came out and said that he had written the poem.

Chang Lian was also somewhat disappointed by Qi Yu's reaction. The glory and reputation that Song Yuntao was enjoying now should all belong to you!

Because you wrote that poem, are you unwilling to accept it?

Moreover, the person who plagiarized your poem was your friend. Aren't you angry?

In fact, Qi Yu was not angry at all, because he had also copied the poem.

He was just a little disappointed. Song Yuntao was no longer the Song Yuntao of the past; he had become hypocritical and shameless.

"Brother Qi, what do you think of this poem?" Chang Lian asked with a smile.

Qi Yu looked at Chang Lian, then at Song Yuntao, and laughed, "Very good, Brother Song's literary talent is outstanding, I concede defeat!"

Although it was plagiarized, he himself admitted that it was plagiarized, while Song Yuntao claimed that he wrote it himself.

This shamelessness is truly beyond my comprehension!

“I heard that Brother Qi was once a scholar. Why don’t you compose a poem to liven things up?” Chang Lian said with a smile.

"I am not very knowledgeable, so I won't embarrass myself!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Chang Lian waved his hand and said, "How can it be shameful? We scholars sit together to discuss the Book of Poetry and ancient texts, so please don't refuse."

Chang Lian paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Besides, I heard that you and Brother Song are good friends and often discuss poetry together. So don't be modest."

After speaking, Chang Lian glanced casually at Song Yuntao, who immediately understood but frowned.

Qi Yu was about to say something when Song Yuntao spoke up.

"Qi Yu, we're friends, so don't be modest. I admire your writing skills." Song Yuntao's words were half true and half false.

He did admire Qi Yu's literary talent, but not from the bottom of his heart.

Qi Yu looked at Song Yuntao, his smile gradually fading until it turned indifferent.

He originally considered Song Yuntao a friend, but now Song Yuntao, along with Chang Lian, wanted to embarrass him.

After "Song of the Wanderer" was recited, who among those present would dare to compose a poem?

Disappointed, extremely disappointed!

"I can't write poetry!" Qi Yu said calmly.

"Qi Yu, Young Master Chang and Brother Song have already gone this far, and you're still hiding it? There's a limit to humility, isn't there?" Ning Xuan frowned and scolded.

Qi Yu glanced at Ning Xuan, then looked at Song Yuntao and said, "I can't write poetry, but I can copy it!"

Song Yuntao, feeling guilty, immediately lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Qi Yu.

"I copied a poem that I think is very suitable for the current situation," Qi Yu said, looking around.

“Copying poems? Do you have any shame? Anyone with a modicum of integrity would copy poems,” Ning Xuan said.

The students around him all looked at Qi Yu with expressions of distance and disdain.

Qi Yu ignored Ning Xuan's barking and sneered, "This poem was written by a gentleman named Cao Xueqin. The title of the poem is 'The Spring Judgment of the Dream of the Red Chamber.' I think it is very suitable for this occasion."

Qi Yu paused for a moment, then looked at Song Yuntao and slowly spoke.

"A wolf from the mountains, once it gains power, becomes arrogant and unruly."

"A beautiful young woman, delicate and graceful, met her tragic end in a year."

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Interception

"A wolf from the mountains, once it gains power, becomes arrogant and unruly."

"A beautiful young woman, delicate and graceful, met her tragic end in a year."

All the students frowned, deep in thought: Who was Cao Xueqin? Why had they never heard of him before?

This poem is full of satire, mocking those who, having gained power, become ungrateful and treacherous.

After Qi Yu finished reading, he glanced at Song Yuntao, then picked up his wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, tossed the glass behind him, and turned to leave.

"Chang Lian, I admit you really disgust me, but don't get too excited yet, let's play slowly!"

All the students looked bewildered, not quite understanding the meaning of the sentence.

Chang Lian smiled as he watched Qi Yu's retreating figure, then looked at Song Yuntao.

"Brother Song, let's play something fun later!"

Song Yuntao frowned, feeling uneasy for some reason.

……

Qi Yu left Chang Lian's residence, boarded a carriage, and prepared to return home.

Qi Yu's expression was rather unpleasant inside the car. He had to admit that Chang Lian's actions had truly disgusted him.

But more than anything, Song Yuntao felt disappointed and sided with Chang Lian.

From the moment Qi Yu learned that Zuiqingfang was owned by the Chang family, he had already made a rough guess.

Song Yuntao was obsessed with Mei Xiang, and even begged her to help him win her heart.

He's become the king of simps.

Meixiang was a courtesan at Zuiqingfang, which meant she worked for Changlian.

Chang Lian said that it wouldn't be difficult to tie up Song Yuntao with Mei Xiang.

Qi Yu still genuinely considered Song Yuntao a friend, but now Song Yuntao's actions had put him on the opposite side.

Ultimately, he was still somewhat disappointed, since he genuinely considered Song Yuntao a friend.

Composing himself, Qi Yu looked at Li Minghai, who was driving.

"Old Li, is everything arranged?" Qi Yu asked.

"It's all arranged, but will it really work?" Li Minghai asked.

Qi Yu wanted to kill someone, and it was a second-rank martial artist. He was only a third-rank martial artist, and he wasn't sure if he could defeat a second-rank martial artist.

A second-rank cultivator can project their true energy outwards, killing without physical contact.

“Proceed according to plan,” Qi Yu said calmly.

To determine the outcome, the first-rank martial artist from the Chang family must be killed; the current second-rank martial artist can simply be used as practice.

Li Minghai didn't say anything, just focused on driving the carriage and heading out of the city.

However, the carriage was traveling straight on the official road, but suddenly turned and headed onto a side road.

This road leads into the mountains, and in the mountains, there is a narrow but long valley, so wide that it can barely accommodate three carriages.

After the carriage reached the canyon, it stopped. Li Minghai placed the carriage seat down, and Qi Yu got off the carriage, looking at the white-haired old man blocking the way.

Although the old man had a full head of white hair, he did not look old at all. On the contrary, he was full of energy and stood up straight.

"I thought you were going to keep following me!" Qi Yu said with a smile, looking at the old man.

The old man didn't speak, but he pulled out a slender, supple longsword from his belt, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Qi Yu looked at the sword and paused for a moment, wondering where it was forged.

With current forging techniques, it's unbelievable that they could forge such a soft sword!

It's important to understand that we've only just entered the Iron Age, and some of the smaller neighboring countries are still using bronze artifacts.

But this soft sword... clearly exceeds the current level of forging.

But there's no time to think about it now; we can study it properly after he dies.

"Old Li, are you ready? Tonight we're going to kill a second-rank enemy. Can you feel the adrenaline pumping?" Qi Yu laughed.

Li Minghai had a feeling, but he felt more fear and apprehension.

The difference between a second-rank official and a third-rank official is enormous.

If he took another step forward, he would be seriously injured by the old man; if he took two more steps forward, he would be directly killed by the old man's released true energy.

The release of true qi at the second rank is no joke. On the battlefield, a second-rank true qi is a mobile harvester, and wherever it goes, a large number of people will fall.

In order to kill a second-rank soldier, the army usually fights against other soldiers, that is, a second-rank soldier fighting another second-rank soldier.

If you can't free up your hands, or if your side doesn't have any second-grade characters, you usually resort to a human wave strategy, since one person's true energy and stamina are limited.

But now, it's obvious that they don't have any second-rank officials. Li Ming is not without second-rank officials around him, but they have been secretly protecting him, obeying orders but not summons.

As for using a large human wave tactic, forget about it. Right now, they can only mobilize about a hundred people in Jiangzhou City.

These were temporarily reassigned by Li Ming after Qi Yu's guards were killed a few days ago.

Most of them are of the eighth rank, there are fewer of the seventh rank, two are of the sixth rank, and one is of the fifth rank.

With such combat strength, it's unrealistic to try and kill a second-rank soldier.

If he were to orchestrate this ambush, the number of people would need to be at least three times for him to have a 50% chance of success.

Most importantly, the guards are on other people's missions; they are not here.