And the more the cultivators of the world learned, the more their scalps tingled with awe. Su Changqing’s experiences, his studies, and the achievements he has reached now astonished everyone. At this moment, even some supreme talents felt an overwhelming pressure. To have such a prodigy in their era was both a blessing and a misfortune for them. "Is he Su Changqing?" On the demon race’s platform, the golden crow ’Holy Feather’ flashed a sharp golden light in its eyes, battle intent surging. The celestial wolf ’Yao Yue’ looked towards the Confucian platform, with killing intent in its eyes, and said: "Princess, don’t be anxious. Wait until the human race is further depleted, then I’ll personally capture him!" Hearing this, Holy Feather arrogantly declared, "I’ll do it myself later, and no one else shall interfere!" The surrounding demons wanted to speak but stopped, ultimately nodding in agreement. Now that the demon race’s platform was united, they just needed to wait for the human race’s internal struggle to end. Then, the demon race would reveal its sharp fangs! The fisherman’s profit was not solely for the demon race. Also quietly waiting were the terrifying number of beings in the Chaotic Forbidden Area. "Such powerful talent, such exquisite means!" Amir stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, a hint of solemness in his expression. Though he had transformed ninety percent into darkness, when it comes to combat power, he feared he might still be inferior to Su Changqing. "Why belittle yourself, my lord?" Beside him, Wu Xiu spoke with a smile, "Even if he is stronger, could he really be your match?" "I fear even if you stand still and let him attack, he wouldn’t be able to contend." Amir smiled noncommittally and then said: "Pass the order, wait until the demon race takes action, and when both the human and demon races are weakened, that will be our time to strike." Wu Xiu laughed heartily, darkness swirling in his eyes, then turned and disappeared. At this moment, deep within the forbidden area, Su Nan’s tall figure still stood quietly, gazing at the sky. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Watching the youth who battled fiercely and made his name known throughout the world, there was both gratification and emotion in his eyes as he murmured softly, "The path to empire shall open." "Freely showcase your talent and strength." "Fear not, go forth bravely, for behind you... your father is here..." The internal battle within the Confucian path, the rising youth surprised the entire world. Seeing the phantom of the Literary Emperor appear and yet unable to overcome Su Changqing, the disciples from the official’s faction panicked. "How is it possible, how can he have such terrifying combat power..." Watching the fierce battle ahead, Mu Yun’s face was pale, his eyes filled with fear. This supreme talent of the Confucian path found his Dao heart trembling, afraid. Facing the youth ahead, he had the thought that he would never be a match for him in this life. Even after using the Imperial Scroll, he still couldn’t defeat the opponent, nearly sealing his defeat. At this moment, it was clearly visible. The momentum above the disciples of the official’s faction was clearly weakening. Contrarily, the fortune above the Confucian Immortal line soared like smoke from a signal fire. Su Changqing, with his own strength, once again raised the banner of the Confucian Immortal line. Just then, the sky trembled with a roar, filling the air with grand righteousness. The phantom of the Literary Emperor took a few steps back, and so did the opposing Su Changqing. "Hahaha, exhilarating!" Su Changqing laughed heartily, his battle intent boiling, eyes flashing with blazing golden light. He could not remember how long it had been since he had such a thrilling battle with someone. The emergence of the Literary Emperor’s phantom raised his battle intent to its peak. "Literary Emperor, I have seen your poetry, now, look at mine!" Su Changqing waved his broad sleeves, and the heroic brush disappeared, as he rose into the air, the vast righteous energy spreading from behind him. Confucian cultivation waged war through poetry, and this was Su Changqing’s first encounter. Initially, he did not know how to use it, but after the fierce battle with the Literary Emperor, understanding surged in his heart. To wage war with poetry, one must grasp the meaning within the poem, the scene within the words, and the ’Dao’ within them. The poem can be passed down, but to fight with it, one must comprehend the creator’s mindset and the intention of the poem at that time. Only then can poetry be used in battle. Why did Mu Yun not personally take the stage with the Literary Emperor’s poems? Because he had not fully comprehended the ’intention’ and ’Dao’ within the poems. He could only use the Dao charm left by the Literary Emperor’s own hand to activate the poems. But Su Changqing was different. His poems... were naturally understood! "Poetry? Senior Brother Chang Qing can also do poetry?" From below, Ye Ling expressed some concern, "The opponent is the Emperor of Literature’s shadow; isn’t it too risky to compete in poetry with him?" A disciple nearby also spoke with some unease, "The Literary Emperor’s poetry is majestic and grand, with extraordinary depth." "How can one compete with that when composing now?" The people present were all discussing, their words filled with anxiety. Yet at this moment, Ling Si lightly chuckled and spoke, recalling that day in the Southern Region Academy, murmuring, "Junior Brother Chang Qing’s four arts are very strong, but what he’s even stronger at is poetry." As these words were spoken, the chatter stopped abruptly. "Compete with the Emperor of Literature in poetry? That’s suicide!" Mu Yun was overjoyed at this scene, "I bet it won’t take even a round before being crushed by the Literary Emperor’s poetry." A nearby disciple also exclaimed excitedly, "The Literary Emperor’s poetry is majestic and grand, extremely suitable for battle." "Su Changqing is so arrogant to use poetry as a weapon; he is bound to lose!" The disciples of the court faction, initially anxious, were now brimming with excitement, eagerly looking up to the sky. Amidst the discussions below, Su Changqing paid no heed. At this moment, a majestic force from the lineage of the Confucian Immortal gathered behind him, stepping through the void, causing a fearsome pressure that made the void quake. The mouth of the Emperor of Literature was about to open, but this time Su Changqing was a step ahead. "Have you not seen the waters of the Huang He River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea, never to return..." A mighty sound, as if both singing and chanting, exploded from the heavens. In the instant that sound appeared, it seemed to contain infinite traces of the Dao, and the immeasurable righteous energy on the Dao platform instantly boiled. A massive crack suddenly tore open the sky, infinite, carrying a terrifying momentum, crashing down from the firmament. The roar of the giant wave exploded in everyone’s ears, and the disciples of the court faction, who were originally full of joy, now stood in astonishment. The waters of the Huang He River coming from the sky, this magnificent and terrifying scene, brought forth a wave of screams in the sky. The Emperor of Literature’s shadow wielded the imperial scroll fiercely, and a towering mountain stood upright. But in the next moment... The falling terrifying waves of the Huang He River directly overturned that towering mountain, even causing the Emperor of Literature’s shadow to stumble back a few steps. But this was merely the beginning. Su Changqing strode forward, continuing to chant, with intense Dao rhythm surging to the sky. "The Nine Bends Huang He River stretches for miles, waves and winds quaking from the edge of the sky..." The Huang He River, as if a galaxy falling, appeared from the sky, winding across the firmament, like a colossal dragon weaving through the void. The nine endless Huang He Rivers transformed into a terrifying formation, trapping the Emperor of Literature securely in the center. Water vapor permeated, sand and stone filled the sky, a tornado connected heaven and earth, causing the Dao platform to surge. The Emperor of Literature retreated again and again, his body visibly transparent. "How... is it possible!" The disciples of the court faction, including Mu Yun, were now all showing expressions of shock and fear. The overwhelming momentum in Su Changqing’s poetry made them tremble just from watching. The waters of the Huang He River coming from the sky... the Nine Bends Huang He stretches for miles... The powerful momentum within the poetry, just by listening to it, felt as if it was about to overflow. These few short lines of poetry were already enough to hold their own against the recent genius of the Emperor of Literature. No one anticipated that Su Changqing was not only versed in the four arts but that even his poetry was so terrifying. Regardless of what others thought, Su Changqing’s steps never faltered. "The giant spirit roars and splits the mountains, the flood sprays and shoots towards the Eastern Sea..." "The earth crumbles, the mountains topple, warriors perish, the sky ladder and stone trails are interconnected..." "The boundless sea railing of a hundred layers of ice, gloomy clouds condense for miles..." Poetry lines imbued with majestic momentum emerged one after another. Dao rhymes surged between heaven and earth, and terrifying great techniques trembled the Dao platform. Terrifying giants like gods, waves that overshadowed the sunlight, stone paths connecting heaven and earth, endless icicles freezing the firmament... Su Changqing was surrounded by overwhelming momentum, striding down, thousands shrieked in fear as they retreated. The Emperor of Literature’s shadow could withstand but a moment before finally shattering the void like a light shadow. At that exact moment, A tremendous phenomenon loomed over the sculpture of the Literary Emperor in Central Province City! This momentous event, with a surge of pure, grandiose righteous energy, engulfed the entire Central Province City! This scene shook Confucian cultivators across the world, startling cultivators everywhere!