I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Even the wounds had only healed slightly. If they were to reopen with further significant movement or encounter danger, they would inevitably require even more Wen Qi to repair the damage. However, excessive use of Wen Qi would inevitably put her at a disadvantage in subsequent trials, and could even cause her to stagnate and be unable to move forward.

But how could she be willing to do so? After all, entering the Holy Land of Book Mountain was a rare opportunity, and she had gone through countless hardships to seize this rare opportunity. If she were sent away so easily, how could she not feel resentment? But she did not dare to disobey Yang Fan's words.

After all, as the eldest son of the Yang family, he held an extremely noble status. How could a woman like her, born into a small family, openly disobey him? So, even though she was filled with reluctance, she could only grit her teeth and obediently agree.

The man who had also been named was in a similar situation. When their eyes met, dissatisfaction and anger were evident in each other's gazes. Without needing to exchange words, from that fleeting glance, they knew that the seemingly calm lake before them must be holding a hidden secret.

Faced with such an unknown danger, the two dared not let their guard down. They simultaneously pulled out their treasured defensive artifacts and clutched them tightly, as if these treasures could grant them endless strength and a sense of security. Then, as if facing a formidable enemy, they swiftly unleashed a series of magical skills, including the Light Body Technique, which enhanced their speed and agility, and the Agility Technique, which heightened their reflexes. After thorough preparation, the two men launched into action.

They slowly stepped onto the lake from either side. As their feet touched the surface, faint ripples spread across the surface, like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into the water. However, even with this subtle movement, the two men did not rush forward. Instead, they paused and observed their surroundings intently, watching for any sign of danger. After a careful inspection, confirming that there were no abnormalities, they set out again, carefully treading the water one step at a time, inching towards the center of the lake.

The other five people behind them were also staring at the two of them. When they saw them almost reaching the center of the lake, the woman who spoke first couldn't help herself and said, "Brother Yang, I don't think there's any danger. Why don't we go over too? Otherwise, we'll let these two take the lead!"

Her words were filled with resentment and resentment. Clearly, in her opinion, if there truly were no risk, then the two who had gone ahead should have honestly turned back and waited respectfully for their group to pass before following them.

Yet, facing the woman's urgent urging, the man named Yang Fan remained remarkably calm and composed. He stared intently at the two figures who had already reached the center of the lake, and replied calmly, "Don't worry. Take your time and observe for a while." His tone was steady and powerful, revealing a confident confidence.

"But..." The woman was about to open her mouth to argue again when suddenly, a shocking change occurred without warning. The lake, which had been as calm as a mirror, suddenly trembled violently, as if disturbed by some mysterious force.

Just as everyone was stunned, in the blink of an eye, countless palm-sized fish emerged from the lakebed like a tide, quickly covering the entire surface. These small fish were densely packed, layered, and their number was staggering. They swam at an extremely fast speed and instantly surrounded the two people in the center of the lake.

"What the hell is that?" someone in the crowd cried out in shock, their face filled with horror. Everyone stared in amazement at the lake, now stained black by the fish. A chill ran down their spines, their scalps tingling.

"No matter what it is, it's definitely not a good intention. You two should retreat quickly!" Someone shouted at the two people in the middle of the lake with an ugly look on his face.

Yang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the lake in disbelief, his face instantly turning pale. His previously calm eyes were now filled with astonishment and disbelief. He stared at the calm lake, muttering to himself, "How... How could there be so many red snakehead fish!"

Because his voice was so soft, almost inaudible, no one present noticed it except the woman who had been secretly watching his every move.

The woman obviously didn't expect to hear the three words "Red Snake Fish" from Yang Fan's mouth. She was slightly stunned at first, and then asked without hesitation: "Red Snake Fish?, Senior Brother Yang, do you know these things!" The woman didn't think too much and asked directly with a puzzled look on her face.

"What? Red Snake Fish! Oh no, everyone, hurry up and save them. If it's too late, their skeletons will be eaten clean!" The other people heard the woman's question, and after they reacted, their faces changed drastically.

Someone shouted this first, and then everyone snapped back to their senses, as if waking from a dream. Suddenly, a dazzling array of multicolored spiritual energy shone, as dazzling as fireworks blooming in the night sky. Then, like an arrow shot from a bow, these spiritual energies surged into the lake, fiercely slamming into the frantically swimming school of red snakehead fish.

But no one dared to go into the water, and no one dared to go close to the shore. They could only stand far away from the water and attack. However, the attack was like a stone sinking into the sea. Not only did it not make a splash, not even a single fish was killed. Instead, their attack attracted a large number of red snakehead fish to gather around. The fish tails flapped and their bodies jumped several feet high. If they were not far away, the fish would probably have jumped onto them.

"No, there is no effect at all. This red-bellied fish is indeed an ancient species. It feeds on literary energy. Our young master is a delicacy delivered to their doorstep!" Some people retreated in fear, their eyes fixed on the red-bellied fish that had already jumped onto the lakeshore, their faces filled with unconcealable fear.

The red-bellied fish feed on the lingering energy and can even temporarily escape the confines of the lake water. Now, seeing the lingering energy that was about to reach them suddenly slip away, how could these ferocious creatures refuse to give up? So, fearlessly leaping and leaping, they followed the faint signals emitted by the lingering energy and pursued it fiercely once again.