My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 601 - 383 The Most Romantic Nanshan Grade Poem in the World (Part 2)

Chapter 601: Chapter 383 The Most Romantic Nanshan Grade Poem in the World (Part 2)

All the stars in the sky seemed drawn into a single sleeve behind a strikingly beautiful woman.

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

As they came to their senses, people’s expressions grew serious, and their gazes inevitably converged on two individuals.

One was a fairy in a black dress with stars on her sleeve, her eyes closed and silent, and the other was a young Confucian scholar, rinsing his index finger with wine, his expression placid.

Especially the former, whose violent fluctuations of spiritual energy couldn’t be concealed from discerning eyes.

"This... this is the Heavenly Will Realm!"

"Is this the Nanshan Grade poetry!? It enlightens one directly to ascend to the Heavenly Will, to the Heavenly Will Realm, saving most cultivators at least sixty years."

"Hiss, a twenty-year-old Heavenly Will Realm female cultivator—I remember Su Qingdai had just entered the Vast Realm at the beginning of the year, one Great Realm in a year... She, she might form her Golden Core in half a sixty years!"

In the hall, there was an uncontrollable murmur among the crowd, mixed with some swallowing sounds.

While some crescent moon-haired ladies were even more focused on the Nanshan Grade poetry itself, such as the one who had initially scorned the first half of the "Green Jade Case" with a natural prejudice, clearly proficient in poetry, who couldn’t help but step forward and lean in, stretching her neck to gaze at the poem written in rouge on Su Qingdai’s sleeve.

"Searching for him in thousands of ways... suddenly turning back, he was there at the dimly lit place... at the dimly lit place... So that’s it, so that’s it, the forefront was full of bustling splendor, describing countless moths and snow willows, and lively beautiful women adorned in laughter, dazzling to the eye, yet still he searched tirelessly, knowing the last sentence would turn the corner where the willows are dark and the flowers bright, there quietly at the dimly lit place. To think it could transform decay into magic like this."

She was silent for a while, her gaze toward Zhao Rong complex.

Xue Can glanced at this crescent moon-haired lady, then at Zhao Rong, whose expression was unchanged. She said nothing, nor did she blame her subordinates—these talented and lofty ladies—for such misconduct. After all, they had never seen Nanshan Grade poetry at the mountain top or bottom in Great Li before.

As for the other side.

"Nanshan Grade, it’s Nanshan Grade, the academy might not see one in a year! Ziyu wrote a Nanshan Grade poem!" Gu Yiwu’s eyes were as wide as copper bells, sizing up Zhao Rong as if he were a monster.

As if he had truly recognized this friend for the first time today.

In Linlu Academy, the Nanshan Grade poetry meant something that might be too far for these Great Li cultivators to conceptualize, but Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall knew its significance.

They were somewhat numb, looking at Zhao Rong, who was quietly rinsing his finger with wine. What sort of divine peer was this? Had we known you were so formidable, we wouldn’t have worried about accompanying you down the mountain for the assessment at all.

Especially Gu Yiwu, as the senior of Justice Hall, was competing for a spot just like Yu Huaijin.

And the exceedingly rare Nanshan Grade poetry could make the Mountain Master nod, marking down extra points in a certain booklet—a rarity indeed.

"Say, is Zhao sir’s Nanshan Grade poem a one-time ’State of Self,’ or can it recover to the ’State of No Self’?" whispered the students of Justice Hall.

"It should be the ’State of Self,’ right? If a spontaneous writing could be the reusable ’State of No Self,’ that would be too exaggerated."

"Then why does Fairy Su’s left sleeve still have a sleeve of starry anomalies?" A student pointed directly at the key issue.

This question made the students fall silent for a while.

Gu Yiwu then took a long breath, clearly knowing more, and explained with a sigh:

"Entering Grade poetry always embodies some aspect of the Great Dao; especially the Nanshan Grade, even if used, still bears indelible anomalies engraved within, and might even carry with it wondrous effects. Look at Fairy Su’s black dress. If I’m not mistaken, it originally was a Magical Treasure of substantial grade. Now, with the Nanshan Grade starry anomalies added, it is likely upgraded."

While Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, Xue Can, and others were silent, and the students like Gu Yiwu whispered among themselves,

Fairy Su Qingdai, who had been silent with closed eyes, suddenly opened them.

She looked down at her left sleeve enveloped in starlight and her pale, translucent fingers, gently clenching her fist.

Her chest heaved unrestrainedly, struggling to calm down.

The enhancement of her Flowing Immortal Dress’s grade was so surprising that even Golden Core cultivators would be astounded; she even faintly felt the stars could flow into her Heart Lake... It was indeed deserving of the world’s top Nanshan Grade poetry, while inside her a tumultuous transformation was underway.

This sudden ascension in realm realization compared to her previous crawling progress was like heaven and earth, leaving Su Qingdai feeling somewhat bewildered still.

However, the realm enhancement brought by her ’State of Self Nanshan Grade’ was solid and well-known, without any hidden dangers—this was also one of the reasons why entering grade poetry was sought after by cultivators on the mountain.

Amidst all eyes, a recovering Su Qingdai gently touched the divinely inspired last line of the ’absolute sentence’ on her left sleeve, her lips moving as if she whispered something. The next second, she lightly stepped towards Zhao Rong, sitting directly on his left leg.

That wasn’t all.

This temperamentally aloof and impenetrable strikingly beautiful fairy, directly took the cup of wine Zhao Rong was using to wash his finger—rouge wine—from him. Holding it between two porcelain-like fingers, she continued to gaze at Zhao Rong without pause, then tilted her head back and drank the cup of ’rouge wine’ in one go.