I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 942: Lying in Spring

Chapter 942: Chapter 942: Lying in Spring

Your hearing was excellent; you heard what the crowd said without getting angry and still smiled as you walked towards the contestant seats with graceful steps.

"Luo Yun, I didn’t expect you to dare to come," Zhang Chunfeng slowly approached from the corner at this time.

"Of course I dared to come, not only have I come, but I also plan to take something away."

"What is that?"

"Guess? Wahahaha."

"No matter what, I hope you don’t die. Because if you must die, you should die at my hands, Zhang Chunfeng." With that, Zhang Chunfeng coolly turned and left, apparently having no intention of joining the worldly selection tournament.

The tournament schedule had been arranged in advance, and you were placed in group C. With your current strength, there was no one in group C who could compete with you in rounds; usually, as soon as you stepped up, the person would report their name and then you would send them flying with one punch. Rarely could anyone see how you threw your punch.

After four rounds, you directly faced Changsun Zhongkang in the semifinals. Changsun Zhongkang was unbearably arrogant, with an air of superiority. Dressed in a pure white long robe and carrying a Treasured Sword on his back, he looked more like he was there to compete in a poetry contest rather than a martial match.

"Hey, Little White Face, I hear your literary talent is quite good." Before the referee had announced the start of the match, you had already started talking to Changsun Zhongkang from afar, using the Original True Qi inside your body to project your voice so everyone could hear clearly.

Changsun Zhongkang smiled indifferently; he didn’t look at you but turned his gaze towards the high seat where Gaoyang Princess was sitting next to Li Shimin; your eyes followed and saw that the person standing next to Gaoyang Princess was none other than Wu Zhao, still veiled, but with that enchanting figure and her unique aura, who else could it be in this world?

"Northern beauty of unique grace, stands alone in peerless splendor. One glance could topple a city, another glance a nation. Unaware of how much turmoil she could cause, such beauty is once in a lifetime!" Changsun Zhongkang’s poem was clearly plagiarized, it was supposedly written by Li Yannian during the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but evidently, no one present had heard this poem before.

"Grand Minister Luo, since Zhongkang has already recited a poem, why don’t you compose one as well?" Li Shimin favored you greatly and thus invited you to recite a poem in front of everyone.

You shrugged your shoulders with a smile and said, "All right, I’ll respond with a ’Lying in Spring’ dedicated to this Changsun Little White Face in front of me."

"Lying in Spring"

Silent plum, faintly fragrant flowers,

Lying branches bear the weight of despair,

From afar, lying like water,

Spring’s green easily seeps through.

The bank looks green,

The bank seems to permeate green,

The bank appears to penetrate jade green.

At the completion of your poem, the crowd immediately applauded, yet some old scholars slightly shook their heads, apparently disapproving.

Changsun Zhongkang, unable to discern any foul language in the poem, bowed to you very gracefully, saying, "Thank you very much."

Li Shimin heard this and frowned; the poem had many flaws. At that moment, Luo Xin, among the scholars, suddenly spat out his tea and burst into loud laughter. You still wore a smile, saluted Li Shimin with folded hands, and said, "Your Majesty, allow my older brother to explain the meaning of this poem."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Luo Xin, you wiped your mouth, laughing as you said, "Your Majesty, this is a hidden message poem, and it should be read like this."

"I am stupid"

I am uneducated,

my IQ is very low,

if you ask who I am,

a big dumb donkey.

I am the donkey,

I am the head donkey,

I am the head stupid donkey.

As these words escaped his lips, the whole crowd burst into laughter, and Changsun Zhongkang’s originally debonair Little White Face turned the color of a pig’s liver. He snorted angrily and said, "You, only petty men use words to hurt others, show your real courage if you dare!"

"Heh heh, Brother has been waiting just for those words!" You then slowly made your way to the center of the arena, and Changsun Zhongkang’s figure flashed, appearing in front of you in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!" The Longsword was unsheathed, emitting a gentle chant. Changsun Zhongkang held his sword at an angle towards you, "Draw your weapon!"

"My weapons are my hands," you replied with a smile, "Come on, let Brother see how much this Little White Face weighs."

Hearing that you had no weapon, many in the audience thought you had gone crazy. Everyone knew that the sword Changsun Zhongkang wielded was the Treasured Sword of the Changsun family, reputed to slice through iron like mud. Were you truly foolish to think you could compete with Changsun Zhongkang with bare hands?

"Grand Minister Luo, look, this..."

Li Shimin quickly turned to Luo Cheng at his side, while you half-squinted your eyes, gently shaking your head, and spoke in a very calm voice, "Your Majesty, there’s no need to worry, he has a plan."

"Alright, but Grand Minister Luo must intervene in a crisis, I do not wish to lose such talent."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, I understand."

You said this, but Li Shimin still seemed a bit worried, and sitting to his left, Gaoyang Princess’s face also turned somewhat pale. Her nimble hands clenched tightly, a mix of anxiousness and worry. Standing behind her, Wu Zhao had closed her eyes, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms, blood seeping out, and a single tear slowly slid down her cheek. No one could understand the emotions overwhelming her at that moment—bitterness, regret, helplessness, a tumultuous storm of negative emotions battering her sturdy yet fragile spirit.

On the arena.

You and Changsun Zhongkang bowed slightly to each other, and then the duel officially began.

"Step on Snow Ask Plum!" Changsun Zhongkang thrust his sword suddenly, the temperature around you plunged by more than ten degrees, a cold current assaulting you. Just as the Longsword was about to pierce your throat, the crowd outside erupted in shock, and Gaoyang Princess on the stands screamed and covered her eyes.

But Changsun Zhongkang’s sword thrust met only an afterimage. At that moment, from just to the left front of Changsun Zhongkang came your thunderous shout, "Bagua Sixty Palm!"

The palm wind whistled towards him, hitting Changsun Zhongkang squarely in the chest twice in the blink of an eye, forcing him to rapidly retreat, swiftly moving out of your range of attack. This initial exchange was merely meant to probe the depth of his capabilities.

You flexed your slightly numb right hand, a trace of wild combativeness in your expression, "Interesting, didn’t expect this Little White Face to be tougher than a rock."

"You’re not too bad yourself, such fast hand speed, it seems I underestimated you. Hmph, but the warm-up’s over, take this!"

Changsun Zhongkang flourished his sword, transforming into a streak of white light as he stabbed directly at you, each move aiming for your vital parts, all potentially lethal. Trained in swordsmanship from young under the direct tutelage of his father, Changsun Wuji, his performance was remarkable. With his exceptional talent, the Treasured Sword in his hand felt as if naturally grown, his thoughts directed the sword, his techniques dazzling, killing amidst chaos.

You refrained from activating The Eight Gates of Heaven, not only to keep some cards close to your chest, achieving a sure-kill with a single strike but also hoping to use this opportunity to refine your skills. You harbored a killing intent towards Changsun Zhongkang, never sparing anyone who dared covet your woman, showing no mercy. Thus, you wouldn’t launch your deadly move without being fully confident. Moreover, at that moment, you had plenty of energy to keep up with Changsun Zhongkang’s moves.

In less than half an incense stick of time, your body was covered with injuries. What felt eerie to everyone was that you showed no signs of fatigue, instead, your face was filled with a bloodthirsty craziness. Just the sight of your slightly reddened eyes was enough to make many spectators step back in trepidation, keeping their distance.