Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 359 - 359 78 Making Connections 2 in 1_3

Chapter 359: Chapter 78 Making Connections [2 in 1]_3 Chapter 359: Chapter 78 Making Connections [2 in 1]_3 The moment he heard this poem, he was immediately stupefied.

As he repeated the poem in his mouth, savouring it, the more he reflected, the more he felt that it was truly… it was truly a verse that would echo throughout the ages.

Wen Shumo knew himself well enough to realize that even if he spent his whole life reciting poems, he would probably never be able to compose such four lines

When he heard the crowd exclaiming in a messy manner about how awesome it was, he instantly grew angry.

“Do you know what poetry is, you’re all just shouting ‘awesome.’ Can’t you say something eloquent? What’s with this disrespect, what’s with this disrespect!”

The assassins all froze on the spot.

What eloquence do we possess?

Could we have any eloquence?

If we were capable of eloquence, wouldn’t we have become officials already instead of being assassins? Is this guy out of his mind?

Someone bluntly asked, “Who are you? Sticking your nose up high, who do you think you are?”

Wen Shumo tilted his nose: “I am Wen Shumo, born of the Great Yan royal family. I could write at age three, compose poems at five, and at seven…”

The crowd fell silent.

If what this guy is saying is true, then there’s just no winning against him. Hell, this guy is actually a member of the Royal family?

And he’s a well-known scholar, poet, thinker, writer, politician, theorist…

Of course, most importantly now, he has a Gold Rank in the Heavenly Judge’s assassins, ranking in the top ten.

The crowd held their breath, one person dissatisfied said, “You say we’re disrespectful, then why don’t you show off your culture?”

Wen Shumo paused for a moment, then said: “This seven-character quatrain by the boss is so extraordinarily refined that it’s become sanctified. Ordinary people can’t describe it in mere words. I can only say, even famous literati, renowned poets throughout history, can only summarize this poem with two words!”

The crowd perked up, “May I ask, which two words?”

Wen Shumo solemnly said, “Awesome!”

The crowd fell silent.

All of a sudden.

“Shit!”

“You’ve been pretending all this while, we thought you had some profound insights…”

“So it turns out we’ve already stood at the pinnacle of literature, on par with great writers and poets…”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Learning is nothing more than being awesome, our spontaneous outburst was also awesome, and we didn’t have to learn it, which just shows that we’re even more genius!”

“Well said! Brilliant! That makes so much sense!”

“Awesome!”

“…”

The crowd’s excitement was at its peak.

Wen Shumo opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but his words were drowned out by the crowd’s excited chatter. Fifteen paces ahead was all he could make.

He grabbed Feng Yin’s hand: “Boss, your poetic talent is really… too… awesome…”

Shaking Feng Yin’s hand, he said, “With your talents, why would you become an assassin? Your poetic skills are unrivaled, and are going to waste.”

Feng Yin pulled his hand away: “Brother Wen flatters me too much, my writing was only a gift from the heavens, a stroke of luck. It is what it is.”

“But the insights into life it contains, the magnanimity, the wisdom…”

Wen Shumo’s face was full of fanaticism, “As the saying goes, an awesome person is awesome wherever they go; Boss, you are truly a model for our generation.”

Feng Yin was taken aback and muttered under his breath: Is there such a saying?

He could only nonchalantly respond: “You’re too kind. As another saying goes, to see through the world is wisdom, to understand human interaction is literature. It’s just that…”

Before he could finish, Wen Shumo froze…

“Boss, please accept my respects!”

Wen Shumo kneeled to show his respect.

Startled, Feng Yin jumped aside, “What are you doing?”

“With your unrivaled poetic skill and literary brilliance, I, Wen Shumo, must show my respect!”

Wen Shumo’s face was full of sincerity: “Each word you speak becomes a once-in-a-millennium verse… Such talent, such brilliance, such…awesomeness!”

Feng Yin: “….”

Looking at Wen Shumo in a daze.

Feng Yin breathed a genuine sigh of relief.

Looking at the crowd, it was clear that his speech and poem had solidified his reputation and leadership status. Out of the 665 present, he couldn’t say everyone was won over, but at least 600 were.

This would no doubt make future management much easier.

Speaking frankly, all Feng Yin was trying to do in the moment was to prevent disturbances from affecting his training results during this collective training period.

He had never considered any grand goals or future outcomes.

He had no idea, from the moment he gave advice and took his punishment, he had begun to establish his authority. His seat as squad leader was uncontested, during this training period until the end…

He had no idea what he had achieved, he was oblivious, confused, unaware.

While the other squads were still fighting over rankings and benefits, Feng Yin had quietly united this group of people. Everything was under control after just a few words, subtly influencing them.

At this moment, he had only one thought.

He looked at Wen Shumo and asked, “Mate, have you ever heard a phrase before?”

Wen Shumo was somewhat confused: “What phrase?”

Feng Yin smiled and said, “Do you believe that there is such a thing as resurrection in this world?”

Wen Shumo’s eyebrows knitted together. Then, a flash of realization seemed to pass through his mind!