Chapter 165: Unable to Help, Introducing You to My Friend

Goose!

Jiang Suan had just uttered a single character when Mo Jie seized the chance to mock him.

Goose?

What kind of poem is this? I've never heard anything like it.

What's wrong? You're not preparing to fight crickets anymore, you're planning to switch to fighting geese?

Mo Jie's words drew loud laughter from the crowd below.

Yu Xian'er also felt doubtful, her own poetry test meant to provoke the sword's resonance.

And this single 'goose' character truly baffles everyone; no one can imagine what it could express.

However, Jiang Suan seemed not to hear, his expression calm, and he promptly uttered another character.

Goose!

Seeing this, the crowd laughed even harder.

Still coming?

Is he only able to say this one character?

Mo Jie also joined the crowd in adding fuel to the fire: "Even if you chant 'goose' a hundred times, will this Azure Sword respond? It's sheer fantasy, like a frog in a well."

But no one expected that, just then.

Hum...

A clear sword ringing suddenly sounded.

On the originally quiet Azure Sword, a layer of mighty azure light gradually appeared.

This sudden change left everyone as if struck by lightning, frozen in place with mouths agape, as if something had caught in their throats.

This... this how could it be possible?

The crowd shouted wildly in their hearts.

Just two 'goose' characters triggered the Azure Sword's resonance; this is truly too bizarre.

It simply surpassed everyone's imagination.

Mo Jie beside them, originally full of mockery, now stood frozen as if under a paralysis spell, his eyes full of disbelief.

For this literary competition, he had painstakingly crafted verses, pouring his heart and blood into it.

But the result fell far short of Jiang Suan's simple two characters.

Moreover, the Azure Sword was visibly trembling violently, making this gap impossible for him to accept.

Yu Xian'er was equally shocked; she had prepared this examination for a long time, endured countless disappointments, never expecting that Jiang Suan's peculiar poem could provoke such a strong response from the Azure Sword.

A Jiao looked at the Azure Sword, the corners of her mouth slightly rising, revealing a smile, and softly said: "Young master, your friend truly didn't deceive you; this poem can indeed make the Azure Sword resonate."

Jiang Suan, hearing this, looked pleased, glanced sideways at Mo Jie, and continued to chant: "Crooked neck toward heaven song."

In an instant.

Hum!

The sword's ringing grew louder, the Azure Sword as if infused with great power, trembling ever more violently.

Like a pot of boiling water, the entire sword body shook violently, its aura causing everyone present to shudder.

Seeing this, the crowd.

Again deeply shocked, they exclaimed in unison.

It really works!

Jiang Suan's poem can truly provoke the sword's resonance!

Mo Jie stood aside, his face alternating between green and white, he racked his brains but could not understand.

Why such a simple, straightforward verse could have such a miraculous effect.

Jiang Suan's feeling of pride grew ever stronger, and he continued to chant: "White fur floats on green water."

As his words fell, an even more astonishing scene appeared.

That Azure Sword actually slowly detached from the presidential platform, floating in the air of the grand hall.

Around the sword's body swirled thick azure light, as if a sword immortal about to ascend.

Wow, it's flying!

This truly is the scene of resonance!

The crowd could no longer contain their inner excitement, all shouting loudly.

Mo Jie's face had now turned ashen.

His heart filled with resentment and anger.

Yu Xian'er stared blankly at the Azure Sword hovering in the air, her eyes full of surprise and anticipation.

The Azure Sword's resonance with this poem had reached such a degree that it even flew; this sight was truly shocking.

A strong hope welled up in her heart: could she really succeed in this examination this time?

All that could be seen was the Azure Sword flying a circle in the air, then steadily hovering above the prominent spot in the grand hall.

Like a blazing sun, it burst forth with dazzling sword light.

The entire grand hall was illuminated by the sword light as if it were daytime.

Jiang Suan unhurriedly chanted the final line: "Red palms stir the clear waves."

The Azure Sword continued to burst forth with intense light.

But a few seconds later.

The light, however, stopped growing, as if the power had run out.

Yu Xian'er tightly fixed her gaze on Jiang Suan, her eyes full of anticipation, eagerly saying: "Young Master Jiang, do you have more verses? Please continue."

She felt it with perfect clarity in her heart, only one crucial step away from fully triggering the Azure Sword's resonance, thus completing her long-standing assessment.

So… she now desperately hoped that Jiang Suan still had more verses to offer.

Jiang Suan looked up at the Azure Sword hovering above the great hall, gently shook his head, and said apologetically, "Miss Yu Xian'er, I'm truly sorry—I've finished all my poems."

Hearing this, Yu Xian'er's lips involuntarily trembled; she asked in disbelief, "Is… is it over?"

Jiang Suan nodded firmly and said, "Yes, I'm very sorry—I failed to help you achieve your goal."

Of course, Jiang Suan's purpose in coming here was never to help Yu Xian'er trigger a resonance between the Azure Sword and poetry.

He simply wanted to suppress Mo Jie outright.

Now his verses not only made the Azure Sword soar, they almost triggered a full resonance with it—far surpassing Mo Jie by a great margin.

He turned his head, looked at Mo Jie, his face full of smug satisfaction, and asked, "Mo Jie, you can see the gap between us now, right?"

"You, of the Read Heaven Gate, had better restrain your actions from now on—don't stretch your claws too far, or I'll cut them off!"

"Understand?"

Mo Jie gritted his teeth, his expression grim as could be; despite his carefully prepared verses failing to resonate with the Azure Sword, he was easily outdone by Jiang Suan.

But now he had nothing to say, only able to swallow his anger.

Seeing Mo Jie speechless, Jiang Suan gave a disdainful cold snort, turned to A Jiao, and said, "Let's go."

A Jiao replied softly, "Yes, young master."

Just as they were about to leave, Yu Xian'er suddenly called out, "Young Master Jiang, please wait."

Jiang Suan stopped, turned back to Yu Xian'er, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Xian'er looked earnest, her voice tinged with pleading, and said, "Young Master Jiang, I truly urgently need a poem that can fully resonate with the Azure Sword."

"I also implore Young Master Jiang to compose another poem; if it succeeds, I will be eternally grateful and will surely repay you with generous gifts."

She truly did not want to give up like that.

Jiang Suan smiled helplessly and said, "Miss Yu Xian'er, I truly know nothing about poetry, but I'm quite good at cricket fighting."

Moreover, I made it clear before—my poetry is finished, and I truly can't do anything about it.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xian'er felt as if struck by lightning.

She stood frozen in place, her heart filled with despair and unwillingness.

Could it really be that there's no way to pass the assessment anymore?

Just as Yu Xian'er was filled with despair, Jiang Suan slowly said, "Perhaps my friend can help you."

Yu Xian'er's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had grabbed a lifeline, and she hurriedly asked, "A friend?"

"Young Master Jiang, may I ask where your friend is?"

"Could you trouble yourself to ask that friend to compose a poem for me?"

"Of course, once it's accomplished, I will surely reward you handsomely."

Jiang Suan smiled, pointed his finger toward the Heavenly-character large small private room where Lin Yang was, and said slowly, "That friend of mine is right there."

"Whatever kind of poem you need, go find him."

Immediately, Jiang Suan and A Jiao strode toward their own Heavenly-character large small private room.

Yu Xian'er followed the direction of Jiang Suan's finger, her heart inevitably wondering, "Isn't that… the private room of that gentleman who composed poems earlier?"