Immortal Hero: I Can See the Success Rate Chapter 117

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

Lin An took his third step.

“In spring sleep, I don't feel the dawn,

“I hear birds chirping everywhere.

“The sound of wind and rain comes at night,

“how much do you know when the flowers fall.”

Everyone was already scared silly and their faces were filled with an expression of being deceived.

It was actually another five-character poem!

At the same time, Lin An took his fourth step and the corners of his mouth curled up.

“White egret flying in front of Daming Lake, peach blossom flowing water, fat chuatsi fish.

“Green Ruo Li, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain don't need to return.”

Everyone once again sucked in a breath of cold air. This was actually a poem!

And it really came out of his mouth. One step into a poem, and even every sentence was a classic!

The rest of everyone's time passed in numb shock.

Lin An took the last two steps without stopping.

Each and every one of the ancient poems came from his experiences in junior high and high school. As long as it was related to the spring rain, even if it was a Song Dynasty poem, he would be able to recite it fluently.

By the time he finished the ten steps, Lin An had finished reciting the ten classic ancient poems.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock. The shock in their hearts was indescribable and their minds were completely immersed in those poems that were filled with endless aftertastes.

The entire hall was silent that even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

The rain…

At this moment, a cool breeze blew, and a drizzle started to fall from the sky.

Spring rain…! …finally arrived. This was the first spring rain since the Ghana Empire entered spring!

Some people had already slowly recovered from Lin An's ten ancient poems but their eyes were still dull as they looked at the drizzle outside the house.

However, at this time, Lin An walked alone to the door and gently extended his palm.

Patter!

A few drops of rain fell from the sky and landed on his palm, wetting it.

Lin An gently raised his wrist and closed his fingers in the air.

Ding…

In an instant, the raindrops in the sky and earth outside the house instantly stopped in mid-air, as if time had been silenced.

Lin An stepped out of the door, like a passerby strolling in the still world. Under everyone's gaze, that figure left far away.

The entire attic was silent, completely silent!

Everyone was shocked, shocked by the concept conveyed by Lin An's silent and shocking figure!

“Ding! Luck drops obtained, [King of Kings, Gut-Piercing!]”

As the system notification sounded, Lin An felt a ray of light enter his mind and his knowledge was once again expanded!

And in the loft hall, after Lin An left, there was silence!

Everyone was deeply immersed in Lin An's departing figure and their hearts were extremely shocked!

“I didn't expect that Brother Lin would be able to gain so many life insights from just a spring rain.”

At this moment, there were already people who recognized Lin An. His name had already been known by everyone.

“Looks like we've all wronged Brother Lin. Although he looks wild and uninhibited, he's actually a talented person with a true nature!”

“Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through me. These words are indeed the portrayal of his life. Before this, I didn't understand him but now I think I might have understood!”

“That's right. Although he's a very arrogant person, those ten poems just now were truly the greatest poems of all time! We can't stand him because we don't understand his realm!”

“These poems have made me gain a lot. I feel like I've touched a bottleneck. After going back and going into closed-door cultivation for a few days, I think I'll be able to break through the bottleneck. Brother Lin is really talented!”

More and more scholars spoke from a fair position, acknowledging Lin An's talent.

These ten poems had convinced all the students. No one dared to say that these ten poems were not good and respect was emitted from the bottom of their hearts.

Even Young Master Zhao stood rooted to the ground with a blank expression. Even though there were millions of disbelief and unwillingness in his heart, he still couldn't say a single word that would taint those ten poems.

He could not find a single flaw in those ten ancient poems. This meant that he had lost the battle just now and was utterly defeated!

Madam Li was even more shocked and completely dumbfounded. She had never seen such a handsome man with extraordinary literary talent and unruly personality. His entire body was filled with an alluring charm!

Lin An's carefree, serious, and impassioned expression just now was etched in her mind for a long time, making it difficult for her to forget.

However, in this loft, the only person who had always maintained his composure was probably the head of the capital's four great scholars, Mister Wu.

His specialty was paired.

Although Mister Wu was surprised by Lin An's performance, he didn't show any expression at all. He expressionlessly placed the teacup in his hand on the table!

The sound of the teacup landing on the table instantly broke the atmosphere in the loft!

Mister Wu said indifferently, “To write ten poems in ten steps, such a ridiculous thing cannot be true. This person might have already written these poems. It was just a coincidence that he pretended to write them today. Moreover, whether those poems were all created by him is still doubtful.”

The scholars all acted as if they had come to a realization!

Mister Zhao, who was originally unwilling to accept this, immediately reacted after hearing these words.

That's right, to be able to compose ten poems in ten steps, and each of them was a classic, this was simply too absurd.

How could someone be able to compose ten poems in ten steps, and each of them was a quatrain? This was definitely impossible!

“Young Master Wu is right. With that Lin An's character, it's hard for me to believe that those poems were composed by him!”

“That's true. Everyone, think about it carefully. The artistic conception of each poem is different. How can a person change ten different states of mind in just ten steps! And in such a short period of time, he actually had so many life insights?”

“Lin An is arrogant and pompous. I also think that those poems were definitely not written by him. They must have been plagiarized!”

“Indeed, this is more like his doing!”

Immediately, many scholars stood out to criticize him.

However, the group of scholars who had praised Lin An earlier frowned and objected, “Everyone, that's not true. If those poems were not written by Lin An, the classics of those poems should have spread far and wide. Then why have we never heard of them before?”

“That's right, Lin An has a weird personality. Sometimes he's serious, sometimes he's arrogant. Isn't it fitting for him to write ten poems with different artistic conception within ten steps?”

“Without evidence, we can't just rely on our own imagination to deny the creation of others!”

“That's exactly what he said!”

With everyone having their own opinions, the hall started to become noisy again.

Madam Li sat in a corner. Seeing the group of scholars arguing, she couldn't help but frown.

“Everyone, there's no need to argue anymore. Today is just a poetry meeting between friends, not people meeting between friends!”

After saying this, some people felt ashamed and quickly shut their mouths.

After all, scholars looked down on each other. Seeing that Lin An could write so many classic poems in such a short time, these scholars naturally had some jealousy. They were full of nonsense that Lin An didn't write the poems himself.

Chapter end