Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 761 - 761 760 A pair of beautiful eyes

761: 760: A pair of beautiful eyes 761: 760: A pair of beautiful eyes “May I ask which Immortal Mountain that is across from here, and could any brother inform me?” Tang Feng turned and asked with a smile.

“Immortal Furnace Peak, legend has it that it’s where an ancient Pill Master placed his elixir furnace.” A literate man kindly responded.

“Thank you, brother.

Everyone, I have a poem, please listen, ‘Sunlight bathes the Immortal Furnace, producing purple smoke; from afar, the waterfall seems to hang before the river, plummeting three thousand feet straight down, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven.’

The recitation left the crowd in a profound silence.

Tang Feng felt a bit awkward, wondering if he had somehow made a mistake.

Were poems from the Mortal World of any use in the Immortal Realm?

For the moment, he couldn’t figure out what was happening.

Hum!

Just when he feared he might have gone off-topic, a vast Literary Energy directly enveloped him, causing all the Cultivation Immortals present to close their eyes due to its brilliance.

Good heavens!

Empowered by peak Literary Energy!

This is a peerless masterpiece, a rare song through the ages.

Who would have thought this man had hidden depths!

I’m so envious; when can I myself be blessed with such Literary Energy?

The one who had been composing poetry earlier had walked away at some unknown point.

Now the crowd clapped vigorously, looking at Tang Feng with different eyes.

Tang Feng’s face flushed, but he felt the benefits of the Literary Energy.

It cleansed his soul and body like the Vast Righteous Qi, a shockingly beneficial process.

He hadn’t expected such benefits.

With plenty more poems at his disposal, how pure would his body become?

Impervious to all evil, untouchable by all malice.

What an exploit, cough cough.

Recovering his senses, Tang Feng felt a bit embarrassed.

“I am humbled.”

At that moment, a pair of beautiful eyes looked over from afar.

Outside the crowd, Tang Feng noticed two unusual figures.

Two women, one grinding ink, the other copying something— who might they be?

Following Tang Feng’s gaze, the crowd stirred once again.

It’s the Poet Immortal Miss.

The next moment, Tang Feng felt dejected as those who were just fanatically focused on him unhesitatingly ran to the other side.

What peerless masterpiece?

It didn’t hold as much weight as the presence of these two ladies.

Of course, he too was curious, so he, too, walked over.

“Who would have expected to encounter the birth of a peerless song while Poet Immortal was out today?

May I know how to address the gentleman?”

“Li Bai.”

“Mr.

Li, Poet Immortal presents her respects.” She bowed slightly, and then wrote down the great name of Li Bai on the scroll.

This calligraphy was remarkable.

Tang Feng noticed that the characters held energy within them, concentrated and indomitable, likely unaffected by any ordinary attack.

This woman was indeed not ordinary.

“Mr.

Li, upon our first meeting, could you perhaps gift Poet Immortal with a poem for a keepsake?” The woman was quite forward.

Swiftly, all the men’s eyes swept over.

Such an honor indeed, and seeing Tang Feng hesitate, they could not help but egg him on.

“Let me think about this.”

Tang Feng pondered in his mind which poem to gift her with.

He was in a bit of a headache since he was not well-versed in poetry.

“Brother Li, Poet Immortal is a famous Dancing Girl,” whispered someone, enlightening Tang Feng.

A light bulb went off for Tang Feng.

He stared at the woman with shining eyes and slowly uttered the verses.

Light gauze and small fans with orchids white, a slender waist with a jade belt, dancing in the heavenly silk, like a Goddess descended to the Mortal World, an enchanting smile outshining starlight.

“Has the gentleman seen me dance?” Not long ago, she did indeed dance as Tang Feng had described, stirring up Qixing City for a while.

The name of the Poet Immortal was now as illustrious as the sun at its zenith.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Tang Feng thought to himself that this acclaim was undeserved, yet naturally, he wouldn’t correct them.

The next moment, a surge of Cultural Power came his way once more.

Although it wasn’t as vast as before, it was still enough to outshine the previous Cultivation Immortal.

The sensation was exhilarating.

After his soul was cleansed, Tang Feng found his Mental Realm had become even purer, seeming to attain a level several grades higher than those Cultivation Immortals, as if the Literary Energy that graced him was of a superior tier.

Tang Feng found this odd, but did not delve too deeply into it.

He decided that when alone, he would properly savor the flavor of composing poetry.

He had tasted the sweetness of success.

If he could forge his Spirit Realm into a sanctuary of tranquility, then the legendary realm would no longer be a distant dream.

To cultivate a heart clear as ice, unfazed even if the heavens were to collapse, this was a state everyone aspired to.

But since Ancient Times, such a realm had only existed in theory.

“Mr.

Li, what’s wrong with you?” At this time, seeing Tang Feng silent, the anxious Poet Immortal thought she might have offended him in some way.

It had to be said, this woman was quite intriguing.

Tang Feng certainly did not think his demeanor had attracted her – she was merely interested in poetry.

Was that really the case?

It was not.

The Poet Immortal had encountered many men before, but it was her first time seeing a Cultivation Immortal with literary talent like Tang Feng’s.

Thus, she wanted to get to know Tang Feng, but his aloof behavior deeply frustrated her.

After all, she was a celebrity in her own right.

Seeing the murderous glares from the other Cultivation Immortals, Tang Feng could only smile wryly.

“In truth, I haven’t witnessed Miss Poet Immortal’s performance myself.

I’ve only heard about it through word of mouth, always praising its celestial quality.

Today, having seen your ethereal beauty, though not your true face, the hazy impression seems somehow more captivating by a measure.”

Look at him, with a few words, he had touched the heart of the Poet Immortal.

The Cultivation Immortals were dumbstruck; they didn’t know one could talk like this.

Then there was the reaction of the Poet Immortal herself, her face full of admiration, seemingly ready to throw herself into his arms, filling them with envy.

This was the mark of a true master.

“Mr.

Li, I formally invite you to be a guest in the Dance Pavilion.” A token was handed over.

“Sure, when will your performance be?”

“There’s one tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll be sure to come,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

“I look forward to your auspicious arrival.” Having said this, she descended the stairs with the woman beside her.

“Brother Li, that was incredible,” said a man as he came over and gave a thumbs up.

“It was just luck, just luck.”

“At least you are aware of your limits.

A woman like that is not someone you can aspire to touch.”

While some congratulated him, there were naturally others who felt annoyed.

Such was the world, forever divided between two extremes.

Tang Feng had yet to reveal his Cultivation.

He wondered what these people would think once he displayed the prowess of the Emperor Realm.

Dinner and conversation at a neighboring restaurant with the Cultivation Immortal who had tipped him earlier were dull compared to the prospect of getting to know more about the Cultivation Immortals.

The crowd watched the two of them leave, speechless.

They wished they had tried to make connections earlier.

Now anything they said would be too late.

Inside the restaurant, Tang Feng and Zhou Ming talked spiritedly for over two hours before parting.

Eager to experience more, Tang Feng left the city and arrived at the peak of a mountain.

As Zhou Ming had said, writing a poem of Mid-grade quality or higher would have Literary Energy raining down from above, its grandeur proportional to the poem’s excellence.

He had to try it.

As the words of “Viewing the Mountain” flowed from his mouth, the voice echoed across the peak.

When the final lines “I shall stand atop the peaks, all other mountains dwarfed beneath me” were recited, a vast swath of Literary Energy filled the mountaintop.

Exhilarating, indescribably so.

More thrilling than consuming an Immortal Pill; the origin of this Literary Energy was truly unfathomable.

The Immortal Domain had devised a way for scholars to advance in rank, which was truly remarkable.

Perhaps the longer he spent in the Purple Extreme Immortal Domain, the more he would learn about humanity, and the more he would realize his own insignificance.

Poem after poem from Earth’s Ancient Times poured from Tang Feng’s lips, with streams of Literary Energy descending from the heavens, elevating his body, soul, and even his spirit.

This was a qualitative transformation.

There was no one in the Immortal Domain with as many poems as Tang Feng.

Three hundred Tang poems, three hundred Song lyrics – not to mention the numerous poems from other dynasties back on Earth.

Although Tang Feng did not remember them all, he recalled every classic work.

Atop the mountain, Tang Feng was ascendant in a frenzy.

Continuous Literary Energy infused him like Immortal Essence into his body.

His Cultivation may not have seen drastic advancement, but his Mental Realm and soul broke through all constraints.