The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 56 At that time, I recited a poem

Guanghan Palace, Jiang Chenyu emerged from the Secret Realm, sneering coldly.

Everything was going according to plan. Others might think she had no choice but to agree to let all major Sects compete for the treasure, but in reality, Jiang Chenyu had foreseen this. Her initial opposition was merely aimed at getting the younger Disciples to act.

Her personal Disciple was invincible below the Celestial Knowing Realm, and even when facing the Celestial Knowing Realm, they possessed the strength to fight.

During the struggle for the secret treasure, victory was virtually assured.

Even if other Sects had some talented Disciples, so what? She could serve as the referee and if things got out of control, she could simply take the treasure by force. After all, there were agreements in place. The Sect Leaders of other Sects could not be in Cold Moon City, so who would be able to stop her then?

Once the treasure was forcibly taken, no one could compel her to return it.

This was Jiang Chenyu’s overt strategy.

How laughable that the other Sects were probably pondering how to send their best Disciples to snatch the treasure now.

When I am both the host and the referee, how can you win?

"Summon the Saintess to see me."

"Replying to the Palace Master, the Saintess has already gone to Cold Moon City."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chenyu nodded and dismissed the maidservant, but inside, she pondered.

Her Disciple always preferred tranquility. Now that Cold Moon City is abounding with people, could she really stay there?

Speaking of which, the Han River Poetry Competition was approaching. It would be just right to use the pretext of the competition to drive those restless characters away.

Jiang Chenyu had a plan in mind and promptly issued a decree.

The next morning, Lin Yun was awakened by a commotion.

Wang Wanqiu was already awake and was watching the excitement.

Lin Yun leaned over and asked, "What’s happened?"

"Guanghan Palace is driving people out. They are using the upcoming Poetry Competition and Cold Moon City being overcrowded as reasons to ask tourists who can’t participate in the competition to leave," Wang Wanqiu explained.

"That aggressive? Isn’t Guanghan Palace afraid of offending people?" Lin Yun inquired.

"Those who can make a poem within the set time can stay. Those who stay gain face and will naturally speak for them, and those forced to leave will care about their reputation and wouldn’t dare make a fuss. By doing so, they naturally won’t have any trouble afterward."

Lin Yun couldn’t help but sigh upon hearing this: people in the Cultivation World were all shrewd—besides cultivating, there was much to learn from them in other aspects.

"So, what do we do?"

"Don’t worry, I have some literary talent too," Wang Wanqiu said proudly, implying that she didn’t just have a bit of talent, but quite a lot, and she was just being modest for now.

Soon after, a group of young Cultivators dressed in white robes arrived in front of the two.

"You know the situation already, right? Are you two going to leave temporarily or compose a poem?"

The leader, who appeared quite humble and polite, was also very handsome. Lin Yun had heard that Guanghan Palace chose Disciples not for their cultivation talent first, but their looks. They seldom accepted male Disciples, except those exceptionally handsome.

So...

If he wanted to join Guanghan Palace, showing his face would suffice.

However, his purpose was Shenxiao Sect, and he had Dongfang Hongyue, a jealous character, back home. Guanghan Palace, with its excess of Yin and scarcity of Yang, was not a suitable place for him to stay.

Of course, Wang Wanqiu would participate in the Poetry Competition. She extended her hand, smiling, and said, "Please give me the topic."

"If you were about to embark on a very dangerous mission that might require sacrifices, but it would be beneficial to your country, in such a situation, compose a poem," they prompted her.

What a topic for composing poetry.

Hearing this topic, Lin Yun unconsciously murmured in his mind: "If..."

Forget it, just start and that’ll do.

There was a time limit for composing poetry, clearly no more than the burning of a stick of incense, about fifteen minutes.

After pacing seven steps within the room, Wang Wanqiu already had inspiration.

The topic was perfect for her mood. Whether it was the plan to assassinate Dongfang Hongyue, her undercover mission beside him, or later rescuing Lin Yun from Sunblaze Mountain, she always disregarded her own life and death.

Without any need for assumption, recalling her feelings at the time, Wang Wanqiu stepped forward and declared, "Bright moon graces the sky high, lotus stands in water, nigh. Gentry’s nature pure and true, my desire—a distant view. Worldly waves bear malice stark, mortal paths are fraught and dark. Three-foot sword I wish to wield, scoundrels’ fate to be sealed. Vanquish demons with a swing, clarity to cosmos bring. Who says I cherish life dear? In dreams, my tears appear."

"Well done!"

Lin Yun applauded Wang Wanqiu as she finished reciting with a series of claps.

Although I might not know how to appreciate your poetry, I can still chant "666".

Just clap and it’s all done.

Wang Wanqiu: "..."

She had just been immersed in her own passionate and tragic mood, even wanting to shed a few tears. However, once Lin Yun cheered, all that atmosphere was gone.

It made her very angry.

But her heart was still sunk in that tragic feeling, not having time to be angry yet.

The tragic atmosphere was gone, and it felt awful.

Those Disciples from Guanghan Palace were also looking at Lin Yun with speechless expressions on their faces.

Are you toxic or something?

Such a good poem, can’t you appreciate the thoughts and emotions in it?

Don’t talk, just feel it with your heart!

Lin Yun: "Can’t feel it, no one dares to make me appreciate poetry except for my Chinese teacher."

"This is..."

The leader of the Disciples asked with restrained displeasure.

"This is my husband."

Wang Wanqiu answered.

The person then sighed, shook their head, and said, "A fine pearl cast into the dark, such a pity, such a shame."

With that, they turned and walked away.

Lin Yun: "..."

You little bugger, I’ve got my eye on you.

You must be jealous of my handsomeness, right?

Without saying more, I’ve made a note, and given the chance, I’ll arrange for you to keep company with Eunuch Bi.

Seeing Lin Yun staring at someone’s back, Wang Wanqiu couldn’t help but laugh: "You’re not angry, are you? I think he didn’t say anything wrong. It’s your fault for disturbing everyone’s poetry appreciation."

She was actually in a very good mood, after all, feeling recognized for one’s talent is great.

Lin Yun curled his lips but didn’t argue, merely saying, "So, great poet, shall we go out for a stroll today and gather some intelligence?"

Wang Wanqiu nodded and said, "Guanghan Palace is making such a big show of expelling people, which is actually beneficial for us. Even if people from the Red Lotus Sect come to Cold Moon City, they won’t find it easy to make a move against us."

No sooner had Wang Wanqiu spoken than Lin Yun felt his right middle finger getting hot.

Yes, this was also a Mutual Awareness.

The Mutual Awareness on the index finger belonged to the Sword Sect.

The Mutual Awareness on the middle finger belonged to the Red Lotus Sect.

If he continued to go undercover like this, he wondered if two hands would be enough.

Hongling was urgently calling at this time, and Lin Yun quickly said, "If that’s the case, then let’s split up and act separately."

Wang Wanqiu cast her gaze down for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, be careful with everything."

Lin Yun: "..."

He knew that Wang Wanqiu must think he was about to start moving as a double agent.

Hmph, fool, I’m a triple agent.

Lin Yun responded to Hongling promptly while cautiously heading towards the sensed direction.

Soon, he arrived at another inn.

Approaching Hongling, Lin Yun’s mind was filled with Hongling’s voice.

"Lin Yun, whether or not you can write poetry, help me think of one quickly,"

Lin Yun: "..."

Is Wang Wanqiu also a prophetess?