School flower's personal master

Chapter 12817

There's no other reason than his overwhelming strength. Another reason is that, looking back at Lin Yi's various deeds since taking office, he has indeed directly and indirectly benefited many people.

Compared to the era of the Five Saints of the previous aristocratic families, the middle and lower classes have gained tremendous opportunities for advancement, and naturally, they genuinely support them.

Lin Yi waved his hand and looked toward the center of the square.

Behind the iconic track light curtain, only two people stood in the arena.

One is Cao Luoshen.

He stood there calmly, his posture upright, showing no sign of joy or anger, nor any trace of winning or losing.

Lin Yi nodded slightly.

After not seeing her for many days, Cao Luoshen's demeanor was noticeably calmer than the spirited young nobleman she once was, and she already possessed a certain air of refinement.

Opposite him was another thin young man.

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, he was far inferior to Cao Luoshen, yet he was now smugly mocking her loudly:
"Poetry as a path to enlightenment? Nothing special! What a load of bullshit genius, he's a joke in front of me!"

"The race results in a penalty decision against me. Do you have a problem with that?"

Someone outside couldn't help but shout, "Your poem is just a pile of fancy words; how can it compare to Cao Xueqin's artistic conception! Even a blind man could see who's better!"

Lingren Wang sneered and turned to look in the direction of the speaker: "This is the evaluation of the track's chief god. Do you think the track's chief god has any authority?"

The man was speechless for a moment, then angrily retreated.

Lin Yi looked at the two works displayed in the room.

On the left is Cao Luoshen's poem, with profound artistic conception, every word a gem, and every character radiating spirituality.

Reading it is like drinking from a sweet spring, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

On the right is Ling Renwang's poem, which is ornate but empty and tasteless, like chewing wax.

However, the track determination results clearly showed that Lingren Wang won.

The four large characters were quite jarring.

Lin Yi frowned.

There is indeed no objection to the track ruling alone.

It's called a race decision, but in the end it all comes down to the taste of this worldly fellow countryman. These things are subjective, and theoretically it wouldn't be surprising if the winner was declared the one who won.

But to be fair, as a supreme deity, surely the taste of his fellow mortals shouldn't be that bad?

Let alone the main god, any random passerby who has received nine years of compulsory education could tell the difference at a glance, right?

Unless, of course, this rule is not about poetry skills at all, but something else entirely.

Things that normal people cannot see.

For example, track permissions.

Zhang Baiyu whispered from the side, "This Lingren King has suddenly risen to prominence recently, and has challenged ten top figures in various fields in succession, always choosing the field that the other party is most proficient in."

"The result was a complete victory, with no defeats."

Lin Yi nodded with amusement: "This means his track privileges are not low, probably even higher than Ye Wumian's before."

The fact that they can continuously initiate track battles speaks volumes.

Leaving aside the cheat code of the world's will, Lin Yi's current apparent track privileges are only at level C, and he has no right to initiate track duels.

At this moment, the track duel came to an end, and the track light curtain that separated the inside from the outside disappeared.

Lin Yi stepped into the arena and came to Cao Luoshen's side, intending to say a few words of comfort.

Cao Luoshen spoke first: "Don't try to comfort me, that would be a slap in my face."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just watching the show."

After a pause, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really alright?"

"What could be wrong?"

Cao Luoshen rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, then pointed at the two poems with her chin: "You think I lost?"

Lin Yi curled his lip: "It would be a miracle if we lost."

"Heh, so the dignified Lord of Tianjun is also a mediocre person who can't stand losing."

The opposing Lingren Wang spoke with a cold smile.

All eyes were instantly drawn to Ling Renwang, and everyone looked at him as if he were a madman.

It was one thing for him to be arrogant in front of Cao Luoshen and the others, but now that Lin Yi has come in person, how dare he still be arrogant in front of Lin Yi?
How many lives does this guy have?

Lin Yi looked at him like he was an idiot: "You really think you've won?"

"if not?"

Lingren Wang said matter-of-factly, "So what if you're the Lord of Tianjun? Do you think you're more authoritative than the Dao Lord God? Even if you're arrogant, there should be a limit, right?"

The entire audience wore strange expressions.

How dare someone like that accuse others of being arrogant?
Does this person really know what arrogance means?

However, as absurd as it may sound, at least on the most basic level of logic, he is truly beyond reproach.

The racetrack master is greater than the lord of the heavenly county; this is a truth that any normal person understands.

It is precisely because of this that Lingren Wang is able to act so fearlessly.

Lin Yi smiled dismissively, "I am naturally not as authoritative as the Race Track God, but the Race Track God has never said that your poem is worse than Cao Luoshen's. He only judged that you won the duel, that's all."

Ling Renwang's expression changed, and he sneered, "Are you playing word games here? I won the duel, which means my poem is better than his. No matter how much you try to twist the facts, you can't refute that!"

The crowd outside the venue was buzzing with discussion.

This is also what confuses them the most.

They naturally trust the judgment of the racetrack's god, but this is completely contrary to their understanding. When their understanding conflicts with the god's judgment, which one should they believe?
To insist on believing in one's own understanding always feels like self-deception.

Lin Yi said calmly, "There are many ways to win a duel. Some people do it fair and square, while others cheat by exploiting loopholes in the track. Which one do you think you are?"

"..."

Lingren Wang was momentarily speechless.

Everyone then realized what was going on and understood.

Similar claims have circulated before, but since they lack substantial evidence, few people have believed them, and they have remained largely confined to the realm of rumors and conspiracy theories.

But things are different now.

Although Lin Yi also failed to produce any evidence, his status as the Lord of Tianjun made his words carry significantly more weight.

Someone immediately mocked, "I knew it! He's obviously useless at everything, so how did he suddenly manage to beat so many famous people? Turns out he's just a clown who only knows how to cheat on the track!"

Suddenly, the experts from various fields he had previously criticized all spoke out.

Before Lingrenwang could even finish gloating, he quickly became a clown condemned by everyone.

Lingren Wang was trembling with rage.

He's been mediocre for decades, yet he's stirred up so much trouble just to make himself known.

Ultimately, what he wants is to become famous by stepping on the heads of a bunch of famous people!

He had finally gained some influence, but Lin Yi's casual remark brought him back to square one.

Tolerable or unbearable!
"fart!"

Lingren Wang suddenly roared, pointing at Lin Yi and sternly saying, "Lin Yi, don't think that just because you are the Lord of Tianjun you can do whatever you want. Others may fear you, but I don't!"