Chapter 164: Suppressing Mo Jie, an Ode to the Goose

———The azure sword also completely ended its resonance.

Not a trace of light remained.

"This… this, how is that possible?"

Mo Jie gazed at the scene before him, standing dumbfounded on the spot.

Just moments ago, his poem clearly aroused the azure sword's resonance, yet in an instant it became like this.

His face full of confusion, he couldn't help asking, "Why… why is this happening?"

Li Du immediately replied, "Do we even need to ask? Obviously your poem failed to truly and thoroughly arouse the azure sword's resonance, eh."

"Hahaha!" Han Feng also burst out laughing, saying, "Seeing you fail, I can finally relax."

After all, previously Mo Jie had stolen the spotlight, and Han Feng had been holding a grudge all along.

Now seeing him fail, he naturally felt much better.

Everyone, seeing this, exclaimed in astonishment.

It seems obtaining the azure sword's resonance is truly as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Mo Jie, full of resentment, turned to Yu Xian'er and asked, "Miss Yu, what on earth is going on?"

Yu Xian'er shifted her gaze away from the azure sword; she had originally been certain she could succeed in arousing its resonance this time.

She hadn't expected it to be all for nothing.

She helplessly replied, "Unfortunately, your poem failed to successfully arouse the azure sword's resonance; you have lost."

Having said that,

She inwardly let out a long sigh, wondering what kind of verse was needed to gain the azure sword's resonance.

However, Mo Jie refused to admit defeat, shouting, "I won't lose; I still have poems."

"I still have!"

Immediately thereafter, he eagerly recited another poem about swords.

His voice was impassioned, his eyes full of reckless madness, yet the azure sword remained unresponsive, lying still.

As if it disdained Mo Jie's efforts.

Seeing this, Yu Xian'er said, "Young Master Mo, don't force yourself any further."

But Mo Jie seemed to have lost his mind, utterly unable to listen.

"No, I still have poems!"

Having said that,

He then recited another poem, his voice hoarse from exertion.

But the result remained the same; the azure sword didn't even tremble.

Mo Jie froze.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Mo Jie still wasn't reconciled, continuing to protest, "I still have…"

"What the hell, your mother's head!"

Bei Wang Dao slammed the table impatiently and shouted, "No means no; what do you mean by another poem? Are we non-existent?"

"Get lost now; your poems will definitely not arouse the azure sword's resonance."

"Even…"

Bei Wang Dao looked around and bellowed, "In my view, nobody here today should even think of making the azure sword resonate."

"Let's not waste time here; let's just start the drinking contest."

After all, drinking is his forte.

As soon as Bei Wang Dao's words left his mouth, it was as if a wave stirred in everyone's hearts, instantly gaining the whole crowd's approval.

After all, even someone as talented as Mo Jie returned empty-handed.

Everyone really couldn't think of anyone else who could succeed.

"I agree with Bei Wang Dao's proposal; let's just start the drinking contest."

"Yeah, don't dawdle."

"Hurry up and start!"

Everyone chimed in, one after another, expressing agreement.

Yu Xian'er, hearing this, also felt a bit shaken in her heart.

Perhaps no one in the Three Provinces can truly compose a verse that makes the azure sword resonate; it seems that after this literary competition ends, we should head to the Central Province.

But just then,

A loud shout suddenly rang out: "Who said there are no poems left?"

"I have one right here!"

This abrupt voice startled everyone, who then turned toward the source.

All that could be seen was a plump young man speaking, with a slender, pretty girl standing beside him.

"This person is……"

Some cultivators furrowed their brows, eyeing the two with suspicion.

Someone couldn't help asking, "Can he write poetry?"

Someone immediately replied, "How could that be? His name is Jiang Suan, son of the Sect Leader of the God-Controlling Sect; he usually only knows cricket fighting, and poetry has nothing to do with him."

"God-Controlling Sect?"

"The Sect Leader's son, Jiang Suan?"

"That's a big shot from the Central Province."

Just, spending all day fighting crickets, can you write poetry?

Everyone again turned their gaze toward Jiang Suan, their eyes full of suspicion.

Jiang Suan, seemingly unaware of the doubtful gazes, strode forward with his maid Ah Jiao.

As he passed by Mo Jie, Jiang Suan deliberately stopped, a hint of provocation in his eyes, and said: "Read Heaven Gate? Mo Jie? What are you even?"

"Jiang Suan, what do you mean?" Mo Jie stared fixedly at Jiang Suan, demanding in a stern voice.

This person before him, he was naturally very familiar.

Read Heaven Gate has long coveted the status of the Five Great Sects of Central Province, intending to replace the weakest among them, the God-Protecting Sect.

As the Holy Son of Read Heaven Gate, he knew the sect's plans inside out, and naturally felt no fondness for Jiang Suan.

Moreover, judging by the situation, Jiang Suan clearly came for him.

Jiang Suan curled the corner of his mouth, speaking without reservation: "It's not anything special; I just want to defeat you, the Holy Son of Read Heaven Gate."

"Then after that, I'll ruthlessly trample you underfoot."

Hearing this, Mo Jie narrowed his eyes; how could he easily back down, after all this concerned the sect's dignity.

He could only steel himself and reply: "Fine, then let's fight—come on, let's go outside!"

In his mind, Jiang Suan was just a good-for-nothing who played around all day, lacking proper occupation, naturally weak, and nothing to fear.

However, Jiang Suan merely replied lightly: "Forget it."

"Could it be that you're afraid?" Mo Jie, seeing this, continued to goad him.

Jiang Suan merely smiled faintly, then said: "I have Ah Jiao by my side; can you beat her?"

As soon as his words fell, Ah Jiao stepped forward, her posture light yet her aura formidable.

Mo Jie saw Ah Jiao, and his body stiffened.

This Ah Jiao had long been known as the "Unparalleled Maid of Central Province"; her strength was extraordinarily formidable, enough to be called a peerless talent among the younger generation of the God-Protecting Sect.

Simply because Jiang Suan had once saved her life, she had remained by his side as his maid.

Mo Jie knew clearly in his heart that he did not have full confidence to defeat Ah Jiao.

Seeing Mo Jie dare not target Ah Jiao, Jiang Suan laughed and said: "Forget the martial duel; after all, our God-Protecting Sect is at least one of the Five Great Peak Sects of Central Province—bullying you little rural sects would sound bad if it got out."

"However, since you boast of being skilled at reading and writing poetry, I will defeat you with the very poem you pride yourself on."

"Using poetry to defeat me?" Mo Jie gave a cold chuckle, his face full of disdain, saying: "Fighting crickets, I may not be as good as you, but when it comes to poetry, I, Mo Jie, need only flick my brush, and you will be ashamed."

Jiang Suan paid no heed to this; he had in his hand the "Ode to the Goose" gifted by a friend, and he didn't even regard Mo Jie.

Only seeing him straighten his expression, he spoke righteously: "I declare: the poetry you, Mo Jie, cannot compose, I, Jiang Suan, will compose; the azure sword you cannot communicate with, I, Jiang Suan, will communicate with; whatever you can do, whatever you cannot, I, Jiang Suan, can do!"

Having said that.

He turned to face the crowd, took a deep breath, and loudly began to recite the "Ode to the Goose"!!!