Chapter 163: Mo Jie Presents a Poem, the Green Sword Resonates

Seeing the North King Blade defeated and withdrawn from the formation, a round‑bellied fat cultivator staggered to his feet.

His clothes were stretched tight, as if they would tear any second.

"Miss Xian'er, I also have a poem; listen."

The fat cultivator wiped grease from the corner of his mouth, raised his voice and shouted: "Sword boy, sword boy, bright and bright, like the big sausage in my pot. One bite and it sizzles, then it chats with the precious sword's filling."

Yu Xian'er's smile almost faltered; she forced back her laughter and said, "Sir, your poem is truly unique, but you really haven't managed to resonate with the sword—please take a seat."

The fat cultivator scratched his head, full of regret, and sat down.

Immediately after, a tall, thin cultivator jumped onto the table, his frame hunched, resembling a long‑armed ape.

"Miss Xian'er, look at my poem."

He sang in a piercing voice: "That sword on the stage is truly wondrous, just like my family's clothes‑drying rack. It never falls in wind or rain, and using it to hang clothes is really comfortable."

Yu Xian'er's face darkened; she sighed helplessly and said, "This cultivator, your imagination is rich, but this poem failed to draw resonance from the precious sword—please return to your seat."

The tall, thin cultivator muttered as he jumped down.

Then, a bearded big man stood up, stroked his beard, and shouted loudly, "Miss Xian'er, listen up—my poem is absolutely formidable."

"Sword, sword, show your spirit quickly, like the big iron nail in my home. Firmly nail down all unrest, and from now on the jianghu will have no strife."

Yu Xian'er frowned slightly and said softly, "Sorry, this poem truly does not meet the requirement."

The big man pounded the table in disappointment and sat back down.

Thus, one cultivator after another rose to recite poetry, yet each verse was more ridiculous than the last.

After Yu Xian'er had turned away dozens of people in succession, she finally could not hold back and said, "Everyone, I sincerely beg you here: if you cannot compose poetry, please do not force yourselves."

"Xian'er only hopes to hear a truly talented work that can resonate with the Green Sword, and I hope those who can write poetry will eagerly give it a try."

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

Everyone was pondering who could possibly draw resonance from the sword.

Li Du and Han Feng also opened their mouths several times, but they only managed to open them a little.

Although they admired Yu Xian'er and eagerly wanted to drink and sing with her, their verses failed to evoke resonance from the Green Sword, and they could not move Yu Xian'er's heart.

Could it be… that in this literary contest there truly is no line of poetry capable of drawing resonance from that sword?

Just as everyone was immersed in silence and thought.

A clear, elegant voice drifted over: "Miss Xian'er, don't be anxious."

Following the sound, they saw Mo Jie holding a plain feather fan, his bearing graceful, as if a banished immortal who had walked down from the moon.

He strode forward with calm, unhurried steps toward the high platform, each step exuding confidence and elegance.

Arriving before the platform, Mo Jie bowed slightly and said to Yu Xian'er, "Miss Xian'er, Mo Jie has come to save the day."

Seeing Mo Jie's appearance, everyone's eyes sank.

A murmur immediately rose from below: "This Mo Jie really is an old schemer."

"He neither appeared early nor late, but showed up suddenly just after most people had been declared failures by Yu Xian'er."

"And he acts as if he's about to display grand ambitions."

"Isn't he clearly trying to step on us to rise?"

But the crowd could only grumble inwardly, for they had already been disastrously eliminated and could only curse Mo Jie's ancestors eighteen generations over in their hearts.

Li Du and Han Feng standing nearby were even more furious, grinding their teeth.

They gazed longingly at Yu Xian'er's figure, worried she would be easily taken away by Mo Jie.

Yu Xian'er, meanwhile, examined Mo Jie with interest, a flicker of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

He lifted the corner of his mouth, speaking softly: "Could it be… that Young Master Mo can bring Xian'er an astonishing, superb poem this time?"

Mo Jie nodded confidently, the corner of his mouth turning up in a determined smile, and said.

"I indeed have the intention of offering borrowed flowers to the Buddha; frankly, this poem was specially and carefully prepared by me for breaking through my state of mind."

"But seeing Miss Xian'er now so urgently needing a poem to draw resonance from the precious sword, this is simply doing a good deed."

"I will present this poem to Miss Xian'er."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xian'er's lips curled slightly, she revealed a charming smile, her eyes full of anticipation, and said, "Then Xian'er is indeed eagerly awaiting it."

Mo Jie nodded slowly, then turned to face the crowd.

At this moment he seemed already the victor of the literary contest, his gaze carrying a hint of arrogance as he took in the entire assembly.

His aura suddenly surged, and he shouted loudly.

"Wine!"

His voice was strong and powerful.

It shook the venue, making everyone's eardrums tremble slightly.

Instantly.

An attendant stepped forward with lotus steps, holding a small jade pot of heroic wine with both hands, and respectfully presented it to Mo Jie.

Mo Jie reached out and took it.

He tipped his head back and gulped a mouthful.

The wine slid down the corner of his mouth, wetting his front.

He paid it no heed.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with a strange light, like that of a king about to ascend the throne.

With the domineering and heroic spirit of "I will surely reach the peak," he began to recite loudly.

"The green blade shines upon the world, bursting with cold light; it splits the universe, pierces the clouds, and holds the eight directions."

Upon this poem's appearance.

Everyone in the venue was stunned.

This poem...

Good poem!

Good line!

Great momentum!

Although everyone disliked Mo Jie, they absolutely affirmed his poem.

Worthy of being the Holy Son of Read Heaven Pavilion, one who cultivates the Dao through reading, yet his words exclaim splendid blossoms.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Mo Jie smiled smugly.

Comparing poems with me?

Just a bunch of ants.

He glanced at Yu Xian'er, then looked at that green sword.

He naturally knew that to take down Yu Xian'er, he must first take down that sword.

He continued saying: 'The sword picks the galaxy, shining sun and moon; its aura swallows the vast, lingering rhythm.'

'Good poem!' Everyone was startled again.

I thought the first line alone was enough to shock the world.

But when this second line came out, it was equally shocking.

Even Yu Xian'er felt a slight tremor in her heart.

Immediately after.

Hum!

That green sword......

Actually had a reaction.

'Look quickly, the green sword has reacted.'

'Could it be that Mo Jie's verses and the green sword truly resonated?'

'Heavens, Mo Jie is too awesome!'

'Our Miss Xian'er is about to be taken down by Mo Jie?'

Everyone, one word after another, felt envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Yu Xian'er seeing this scene also let out a slight gasp of amazement.

She thought: 'Green sword, it really reacted.'

'I've been testing on this continent for so long; this is the first time I've encountered a verse that causes the green sword to resonate—could my test really succeed?'

Yu Xian'er couldn't help but become excited.

And Mo Jie, seeing this, became even more proud and arrogant.

Having this poem, taking down Yu Xian'er is as good as done, isn't it?

He continued saying: 'Xian'er's graceful beauty like jade light, autumn waters hold feeling, blossoms burst forth.'

Hum!

The green sword reacted again, and everyone's envy, jealousy, and hatred surged even more.

'Gentle talent astonishes the world; graceful bearing, fragrance flows.'

'The sword accompanies the lovely lady as they raise their cups; lute heart, sword gallant, intentions high.'

'Double brilliance shines for eternity, hand in hand they write splendid chapters.'

'I harbor lofty ambitions to tread the vicissitudes; the vast sea flows sideways, allowing far voyages.'

'Slay all vicious evils to open a prosperous age; together with you we forge glorious achievements.'

Mo Jie continued without pause, in one breath finishing all his poems.

And as Mo Jie's poem finished, that green sword also completely……………