The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 59 Spring River Flower Moon Night

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Lin Yun sheathed his sword.

He always felt that those three people were a bit odd. When away from home, one should try to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Wang Wanqiu nodded, her spirit stretched even tighter.

After the Flower Fairy had read her poem, she announced that the poetry event was officially starting.

Some dancers stepped onto the stage, and as the melody of silk and bamboo instruments played, they began to dance gracefully.

It was the first time Lin Yun saw such an authentic classical dance and he was quite focused on the performance for a while.

Not far away, a fraction of Dongfang Hongyue’s divine presence remained fixed on Lin Yun, and seeing him so interested in other women made her feel a surge of anger.

What’s so good about a bunch of vulgar women coated in thick makeup!

Lin Yun’s eyelids suddenly twitched a few times, but when he saw the full figure of the lead dancer on the stage, he no longer paid much attention to it.

The music continued, and so did the dance!

Having come to the Cultivation World, Lin Yun hadn’t really had the chance to enjoy himself, and while the women of the Cultivation World generally had high beauty standards, their figures often left much to be desired. Take Wang Wanqiu beside him, for example; she didn’t even need much disguise to pass off as a man.

It was rare to see a woman with such a voluptuous figure, so what’s wrong with me taking a second glance?

Being an undercover agent is tough, and the pressure is huge, so it only makes sense to unwind a bit, right?

Unfortunately, after one dance set, the Flower Fairy took the stage again.

Lin Yun couldn’t help but internally complain, "Why do women have to wear veils when they go out? Isn’t this a kind of discrimination against women? In this sweltering heat, it really makes me shiver with anger. When will you women stand up for yourselves?"

Always wearing a veil is just teasing, although I feel like I’ll just say "That’s it?" after seeing the Flower Fairy’s real face.

But I have to see it to say it, right?

However, the Flower Fairy’s voice was indeed pleasant to listen to, crisp and melodious, with the unique cold charm of Guanghan Palace’s cultivators, yet it didn’t make her seem distant and unapproachable.

"With the gentle breeze and bright moon as our companions and distinguished guests filling the seats, in this beautiful moment, the Han River Poetry Congress arrives as expected..."

This speech reminded Lin Yun of the opening ceremonies at school during his student days.

It’s a bit cliche.

Too bad it’s not mid-autumn, when the sweet osmanthus fragrance fills the air.

"...There are three themes for this poetry contest: chanting of spring, flowers, and the moon. The winning poem will receive a limited-edition Bright Moon Hairpin from Guanghan Palace, a High-grade Magic Artifact that has the function of calming the mind and spirit. It is the first choice for expressing admiration and giving to a loved one."

Lin Yun: "..."

Did he just catch a whiff of advertising?

The Flower Fairy continued to announce the prizes for second and third places, which were Guanghan Palace’s Moonlight Fairy Clothes (Mid-grade Magic Artifact) and Cloud-Stepping Boots (Low-grade Magic Artifact), respectively.

In addition, the top ten poets would receive the Han River Poetry Congress Medal. With this medal, all purchases of magical treasures and spiritual medicines at Guanghan Palace would be at a 30% discount for one year.

The method of determining the winners was simple; everyone could participate, and after three judges had initially reviewed the poems, only those deemed worthy would be recited aloud for all to hear.

Each guest had one fresh flower for free, with additional flowers being sold for ten copper coins each afterward, a very affordable price. Everyone could buy fresh flowers to support their favorite poem to win.

Boy, Guanghan Palace really knows how to play!

Lin Yun previously wondered how Guanghan Palace doesn’t suffer a loss by hosting the poetry contest and providing food and drinks for free every year.

Now he suddenly realized, boy, the guests might make a killing, but Guanghan Palace definitely wouldn’t lose out.

However...

What does that have to do with me, a freeloader?

I won’t buy anything anyway.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Seeing that Lin Yun hadn’t started writing before, Wang Wanqiu suspected that Lin Yun most likely couldn’t write poetry, so her question was rather casual.

"I’d better not."

Dongfang Hongyue had reminded him to keep a low profile; after all, it’s not easy to please a jealous woman at home!

Lin Yun thought smugly to himself, little knowing that the jealous woman had already exploded with rage.

If it wasn’t for the other two Demon Lords present, Dongfang Hongyue might have already made a move on Lin Yun.

As Lin Yun was pondering this, he suddenly overheard some people discussing the value of the Bright Moon Hairpin.

The market price is a thousand gold, selling a limited edition for ten thousand isn’t too much.

Some scoff that it’s all looks and no substance, not worth the price, while others respond that looking good is enough, and what’s most important is the added value.

Ah, this...

Lin Yun remembered that he still didn’t have much money; up until now, he had been using things from Dongfang Hongyue, even the clothes were gifts from her.

After that, he would head to Shenxiao Sect, he had to prepare some money for that!

Let’s do this!

"I feel like showing off my talent a bit wouldn’t hurt."

"Then go ahead!"

Each person’s small table had ink and paper available for use.

"What’s the topic again?"

Lin Yun asked while picking up paper and pen.

"Spring, flowers, moon."

Wang Wanqiu was immediately speechless, not even knowing the topic, that’s just too insincere.

Lin Yun began to ponder.

What poem writes about spring, flowers, and the moon all at once? I’ll just copy one.

In less than three seconds, Lin Yun had an answer in his mind.

Spring River Flower Moon Night.

It has all three elements, if you add a river and night, I can sort it out for you too.

"Spring river tide waters connect with the sea level, with the sea’s bright moon rising with the tide."

Lin Yun wrote these two lines and let Wang Wanqiu have a look, just in case someone else had written it, it would be embarrassing to present it as his own.

His store of knowledge was rather shallow, consulting Wang Wanqiu was a sure bet.

Initially, Wang Wanqiu thought Lin Yun was just messing around, she herself was still pondering how to start, and irritably glanced at Lin Yun’s poem. But the moment she saw it, she was stunned.

Just these two lines, and she could already feel the ingenuity in them.

"So you can write poetry..."

"Of course, what do you think?"

"It’s only two lines, hard to tell. You should at least finish it first."

Wang Wanqiu wondered how many lines Lin Yun would write in this poem.

"Alright, then I’ll continue."

Since Wang Wanqiu hadn’t seen it, that meant there was no issue, he could copy it.

Lin Yun zealously wrote, his calligraphy was ordinarily quite average, he had practiced some calligraphy techniques before, but his hand wasn’t very steady.

But now, he was a cultivator, calm hearted, steady handed, and with that, he filled an entire sheet of paper.

Ah, what to do if one sheet isn’t enough to fit it all...

Wang Wanqiu was similarly astonished.

How could he write so quickly? Doesn’t he need to think it over?

On reading the poem’s artistic conception, initially, it depicted the beautiful scene of a spring river’s night, but as it reached "Who first saw the moon by the riverbank? When did the moon first shine upon people?" Wang Wanqiu also couldn’t help but be moved.

Her thoughts were drawn by the poetic sentiment, as if she was flowing backwards along the river of time, seeing the first person turning to gaze at the moon by the riverside.

Life goes on from generation to generation, yet the river’s moon looks the same every year,

As generations pass, life, death, illness, old age come and go, yet only the moon is eternal.

So, is this the meaning behind us cultivators seeking immortality and enlightenment?

Wang Wanqiu’s determination in her Daoist cultivation wavered because of this question in the poem, but she quickly firmed her resolve.

At the same time, a mysterious aura spread from her body, while Wang Wanqiu was immersed in her sudden realization and not conscious of her surroundings, everyone at the Han River Poetry Congress felt it.

Instantly, the whole room was shocked!

Lin Yun: "???"

I haven’t even finished writing, and y’all are freaking out already?