I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Looking at this seemingly peaceful and tranquil place with pleasant scenery, Gu Yunzhou's brows were furrowed tightly. No one knew what kind of terrible crisis was hidden behind this surface tranquility...

At this moment, the Book Mountain Holy Land in the outer realm was already bustling with people, countless figures gathered here. The vast majority of them were students from the Inner Realm and ordinary residents who had long settled in the Outer Realm. However, these Outer Realm residents were generally not allowed to enter the Inner Realm without permission, except in certain specific circumstances, such as this one.

Of course, among this crowd were some highly respected and admired teachers. They taught at the academy in the Book Mountain Holy Land, their students spread all over the world. Furthermore, there were also those who had just been eliminated one after another from the extremely difficult trials in the Book Mountain Holy Land.

"I heard that there are a total of 500 people participating in the trial. Judging from the current situation, most of them must have been eliminated, right?" someone asked curiously.

The other person couldn't help but chuckle at this and responded, "Haha, judging by what you said, it's obvious this is your first time visiting our Holy Land of Books! Take a look at that huge stone wall up ahead. It clearly records the number of people still remaining in the trial! Let me take a look too... Oh, it's really surprising, there are only a few dozen left!"

From time to time, the sound of conversation could be heard from the crowd below. The stone tablet they were referring to now stood in the foreground, emitting a faint halo. The stone tablet was more than a man tall and nearly half a meter wide. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, and dozens of shining names were clearly engraved on it.

The most eye-catching and remarkable name among them was the one at the very front—Gu Yunzhou. Behind his name was the inscription: "Undergoing the Seventh Trial." In contrast, the person ranked second behind him was currently undergoing the fifth trial.

"Oh, it seems that an unexpected super dark horse has appeared this year! I really don't know who this Gu Yunzhou is? He can actually be so powerful that he can surpass so many chosen ones, stay far ahead all the way, and win the top spot with such an unparalleled momentum!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement, and his words were full of sighs.

"Haven't you heard about what happened in the outside world a few days ago? This man named Gu Yunzhou is known as 'Gu Zhenguo'! It is said that he is a peerless genius that is hard to come by in a hundred years. He became famous by attracting the spiritual energy of the world into his body. The poem 'Pozhenzi' he wrote is even more exquisite. I study it carefully every day. He is truly a well-deserved talent!" Another person took over the conversation and enthusiastically introduced him to the people around him.

Faced with the heated discussions of the numerous onlookers around them, the expressions on the faces of the geniuses who had just escaped from the extremely difficult trial were varied and different.

Some wore expressions of annoyance, as if filled with regret for their performance in the trials; others had gloomy expressions, making it difficult to fathom their inner thoughts; and some, even more so, looked indignant, as if they felt they had been treated unfairly. However, no matter how much these geniuses struggled and regretted, the cruel reality remained unchangeable: they had been ruthlessly eliminated.

At this moment, a sudden cry of surprise was heard. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see several extremely disheveled figures suddenly burst into view. A closer look revealed five people suddenly appearing in the field, four of them men, and the remaining one a woman.

The condition of these five people was horrific, their bodies covered in blood, and there was not even a single intact part. One after another, they let out shrill screams and stumbled into the crowd.

Such a horrifying scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. For a moment, the whole scene became silent, and only the screams echoed in the air, which was creepy.

"Looking at it, these people should have just escaped from the trial ground, right? Oh my, how miserable! Look at that woman, a large piece of flesh was bitten off her cheek! I wonder what kind of terrifying existence these people had provoked to end up like this..." Someone in the crowd broke the silence first, looking at the seriously injured woman, and couldn't help shaking his head, making exclamations of surprise.

"The trial in the Book Mountain Holy Land is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. It seems that these people are at least sixth-rank Confucian scholars. I didn't expect that they have no power to fight back. How miserable!" The people watching the excitement nearby also agreed.

"This is too brutal. Look at that man, the flesh on his entire calf has been eaten clean. Could it be that they met a man-eating monster in there?" Another person also joined in. As he spoke, he couldn't help shivering when he saw the man's miserable condition, as if he was very scared.

Compared to the crowd watching the excitement and chattering, the people within the mirrors of the Book Mountain Holy Land reacted incredibly quickly. Tidal waves of literary energy converged from all directions like a tide, enveloping the five severely injured individuals in the blink of an eye.

Then, an astonishing scene occurred—before everyone could see it, the wounds on those men, still bleeding profusely, began to scab over and heal at a visible speed. At the same time, the previously heart-wrenching, shrill screams that had previously resonated through the sky gradually subsided as their injuries improved.

"Young master, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" At this moment, several men dressed in butler and guard uniforms trotted up to these people anxiously, and without saying a word, they asked the man in gorgeous clothes with concern, their words full of anxiety and worry.

"You guys, go and help me find three people right now! One of them is wearing green clothes and is in his early twenties; another is wearing white clothes and looks to be about eighteen or nineteen years old; the last one is wearing a Confucian robe and should be around seventeen or eighteen years old. Remember, you must capture them alive! They actually dared to plot against me, I will make them wish they were dead!" The person who spoke was not someone else, but Yang Fan and the other five who had failed to harm others and suffered a great loss themselves.