Wedding Night: I Am Forced To Marry A Dragon Girl Chapter 45 – Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Testing Poems

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Testing Poems

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“What do you mean I have too many shenanigans?” Jiang Xiaobai asked incredulously, “That's called intelligence, that's called strategy!”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

With an impatient look, Ao Cheng asked, “So, are you going to help me or not?”

“I'll see, do you expect me to give you ideas now and you'll just shout them across to her?” Jiang Xiaobai teased.

Finally, he understood why Ao Cheng had brought him out of Long Valley today. He'd been waiting here for him to arrive.

“The fairies of the Jade Immortal Sect, what is the test this time?”

Someone on the shore called out loudly.

However, the female disciples of the Jade Immortal Sect didn't respond, but kept chatting among themselves.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai was puzzled and asked Ao Cheng about it.

He then found out that the practice method of the Jade Immortal Sect was quite special. After reaching a certain level, one had to make a choice.

Either, find their destined true love, which would solidify their Dao heart and dramatically boost their cultivation strength.

Or, endure the test of the mundane world, choosing to live alone.

These were two completely different paths, and different individuals had different choices.

The female disciples who were currently out were not actually about to make their choice, but were preparing for future cultivation.

Every time they came out, they would propose a challenge or some strange requirements. As long as any men on the shore could satisfy them, they'd get the chance to board the big ship and chat with them.

Moreover, even their cold aloof Saintess would also have requests and tests, though so far, no one had ever passed them.

Jiang Xiaobai found this cultivation method interesting.

After a while, a woman on a large ship suddenly shouted loudly.

“This time we are here to become the Saintess. As long as one passes the Saintess's test, they are deemed successful!”

“The Saintess's test is simple, whoever can write a poem that matches tonight's scenery, and that makes the Saintess satisfied, can discuss the Dao of cultivation with the Saintess!”

AS soon as these words came out, the whole scene was m an uproar.

“Damn, it's poetry again; I'm hopeless.” one man groaned.

“You see, this is what you get for feeding pigs instead of reading books, now you've missed a golden opportunity.” another retorted.

“Ah, so many talented people have tried under the conditions set by the Saintess before, but no one has ever been able to satisfy the Saintess. Most likely this will end in nothing again.” speculated one man.

The chatter began, most people on the shore gave up, their faces downcast.

Writing verses wasn't difficult, but making the Jade Immortal Sect's Saintess happy with your work was an uphill task.

No matter how many famous talents tried, the Saintess simply didn't care.

How was one supposed to deal with this?

If the Saintess had indicated that your literature was not up to her standard, that would be one thing. But no matter what you said, the Saintess would only answer with cold eyes, without uttering a word. That was the most despairing thing.

Many people knew the Saintess's situation, and were downcast. Only a small number of people believed that they were the chosen ones, destined to win the Saintess's favor, and were still observing.

On a large rock, hearing the Saintess' requirements, Ao Cheng, who initially was full of confidence, began to despair.

“It seems there is no hope this time. I believed that there was no poetry in this world that could satisfy her.” Ao Cheng sighed.

However, Jiang Xiaobai disagreed, his heart was full of excitement instead.

Poetry, that was his strength!

Nine years of mandatory education wasn't for nothing.

“No rush.” Jiang Xiaobai said casually.

His words instantly grabbed Ao Cheng's attention: “You're not going to tell me you've got a solution, can you even do this?”

“I know a little, but I can't guarantee that it will make the Saintess impressed.”

However, Ao Cheng seemed to have regained his confidence, slapping Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder: “Jiang Xiaobai, I'm counting on you this time. If my marriage can be settled, I will certainly reward you with endless benefits.”

“Such as?”

Jiang Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. When they were at Five Lotus Mountain, Ao Cheng had promised benefits, but until now, he hadn't seen a single thing.

Apparently, even Ao Cheng felt a bit awkward, coughing before saying: “For example, if there is anything in the Dragon Valley Treasury you're interested in, let me know, and I will get it for you. If I can't, my sister can.”

Jiang Xiaobai immediately rolled his eyes. This was as good as saying nothing.

“Jiang Xiaobai, you think about it quickly. As soon as you are ready, tell me. I'm good at making a high-profile appearance!” Ao Cheng laughed at Jiang Xiaobai.

The reason he lost hope was because he, the Young Master Cheng, was clueless About poetry.But now it was different, Jiang Xiaobai knew about it!

“Congratulations to the host for triggering a choice!”

“Choice one: Do nothing, reward a ten-thousand-year-old Snow Ling Flower.”

“Choice two: Help Ao Cheng successfully pass the test, reward a hundred years of cultivation!”

“Choice three: Write Ao Cheng a random poem, reward an innate magic treasure fragment! ”

Seeing the choices before him, Jiang Xiaobai immediately excluded the third one. Jokingly, if he dared to trick Ao Cheng like this, Ao Cheng would dare to fall out with him, there was no doubt about it.

Randomly writing a poem would not only ensure failure but would also make Ao Cheng lose face. If that happened, Ao Cheng, being the hot-headed person he was, would not hesitate to beat him up for it.

The most conservative choice would be the first one, but Jiang Xiaobai believed in the ancient poems from his textbooks, those were the classics passed down for thousands of years.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai finally decided on the second choice, a young master had already begun the test.

His poem did display a strong foundation, and it described the night scene well. However, Ao Cheng, who usually didn't appreciate such things, recognised that it lacked a certain essence and, of course, it could not pass.

After someone took the lead, a continuous stream of literary talents appeared to recite their poems. Yet, after a dozen or so people, Liu Xi, still standing alone in her boat, did not move. She was still standing where she was, cold and quiet.

“Jiang Xiaobai, how about it? Do you have an idea yet?” Seeing the many failures before him, Ao Cheng wasn't disheartened but was somewhat impatient.

In response, Jiang Xiaobai gave a faint smile. He already had a poem in mind, so he leaned over and whispered a few lines of an ancient poem into Ao Cheng's ear. Ao Cheng looked dazed.

“Are you sure this will work?” Ao Cheng asked, stunned.

“Why don't you give it a try? If this one doesn't work, I'll think of another one. There's no rule that says you only get one chance, right?” Jiang Xiaobai chuckled.

“Alright, since you said so, I'll give it a shot!”

Having said this, Ao Cheng stood up from the rock and shouted in the direction

of the solitary boat.

“I'd like to give it a try!”

Chapter end