I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Confucians could also release Wen Qi outside their bodies, temporarily allowing them to observe the existence of the Wen Palace. However, when people tried to touch it, it felt like a ball of ethereal air. Only within an hour of death, through a unique barbarian blood sacrifice ritual, could the Wen Palace be separated from the corpse.

This stripped-off Wen Palace is a great tonic for the barbarians. If they are seriously injured and have been on the verge of death, and their realm has not yet broken through, they can just get a few fresh Wen Palaces from the human race. It is guaranteed to cure the disease and make them feel full of energy immediately. Of course, the higher the rank of the Confucian scholar, the stronger the effect of the Wen Palace will be for the barbarians.

Therefore, when the barbarians encountered difficulties that were difficult to break through, they would go to find the Wen Palace at all costs. And those powerful Confucian scholars became their targets.

After years of struggle, the Confucian scholars finally discovered a way to protect their Wen Palaces: planting a "Word" within them. If a barbarian attempted to obtain the Wen Palace through a blood sacrifice, the "Word" would automatically trigger, causing the Wen Palace to self-destruct. While this meant sacrificing the Confucian's own cultivation, reducing them to mere mortals, it at least prevented the Wen Palace from falling into the hands of the barbarians. This method, once implemented, significantly reduced the number of barbarians hunting down humans.

But the barbarians are not stupid. We agreed to make progress together, but you secretly conducted research and installed a self-destructive language for yourselves. We barbarians want it too. We can't let humans get the advantage for free.

So the barbarians came up with a solution after research, which was to engrave the picture of the Barbarian God on their bodies when they were just born. If they were captured by humans, they could communicate with the Barbarian God as soon as possible and ask the Barbarian God to send down heavenly fire to burn their bodies. Without a body, the Barbarian Stone would not appear. This could be considered a reciprocity and a draw.

Due to various reasons, new and old grudges, the barbarians and the human race are in a life-and-death relationship. It is normal for them to launch a sneak attack today and a battle tomorrow. If both sides were not lacking the most top-notch combat power, the war between the two tribes would have started long ago. There would not be only small-scale battles every day like now.

Also, because the demon tribe has been watching covetously and wavering, both sides are afraid of being caught by the mantis while the oriole is behind. The two tribes that have already been furious will not endure until now.

The human race needs to face the attacks of the barbarians and the occasional sneak attacks of the demons at the same time, so they attach great importance to the combat effectiveness of Confucian scholars. A Confucian scholar who only knows how to talk about war on paper will not be as respected as a Confucian scholar who is both civil and military, no matter where he is. Therefore, Confucian scholars in Tianxing Continent generally prefer to travel around.

Back in Qionghua Pavilion, the atmosphere was very heated. It was not known whether this was for fame or because they really valued the reward for the Su family's legitimate daughter. Many people went on stage to try, but without exception they all returned empty-handed.

Seeing Su Xun's face on the stage becoming more and more disappointed, Qi Heng, a true fan, could no longer bear it. He jumped down from the second-floor window sill and landed lightly on the stage. For a Confucian scholar, the height of the second floor was really not worth mentioning.

"Look, it's Qi Heng from the Qi family. He is known as the young genius in Jinzhou County. He should be able to win the beauty's smile and help Miss Su Xuan solve her problems!" Some people recognized Qi Heng and began to get excited. They felt that they had come to the right place in Qionghua Pavilion today, as many talented men, beautiful women and great masters gathered here.

Qi Heng came to the center of the stage and saluted Su Xun with his fists clasped: "My name is Qi Heng, nice to meet Miss Su Xun."

Su Xun nodded slightly, a smile on her face: "Master Qi, today's request is very simple. Whether it is a poem or an article, or a piece of music, song or dance, as long as it contains the theme of pipa, it will be fine!"

Qi Heng nodded at Su Xun as she finished speaking, then walked over to the table that had been prepared and began writing. He had already been informed of the situation when someone came on stage, and he already had a draft in mind, so he calmly picked up the brush and began writing.

"Qi Heng is still so impulsive. Let's see how he ends up. Miss Su Xun doesn't need simple pipa music or poetry. She needs something that can help her break through the bottleneck. But if it were that easy, how could this extremely talented genius be stuck at the 7th level for so long!"

Wei Yu shook his head slightly, looking at his high-spirited friend in the audience with complicated eyes, and a feeling of helplessness surged in his heart. Although they were close friends, he really couldn't be optimistic about Qi Heng for what Su Xun asked for today.

It wasn't that he meant to be a different tune, but everyone knew how difficult it was to cultivate a Confucianist, with its numerous paths and obstacles. Aside from the tenth level, which was negligible, every three levels was a threshold, and how could such a hurdle be easily overcome?

Everyone knows that achieving a breakthrough from a seventh-grade master to a sixth-grade master, a fourth-grade master to a third-grade master, and a third-grade master to a first-grade master requires not only exceptional talent but also a touch of luck and understanding. Relying solely on daily practice is unlikely to yield such a breakthrough. As expected, just as Wei Yu finished speaking, Su Xuan on the stage showed a hint of disappointment. She saluted Qi Heng and slowly shook her head. Clearly, Qi Heng's ink-splashed writing hadn't helped Su Xuan at all.

"Qi Heng, what are you doing showing off your shallow knowledge in front of Miss Su? You are really making a fool of yourself! You should know that Miss Su is known as one of the four great talents of Beichen. You should not show off your limited knowledge in front of such a master. Don't think that this is your Qi family, and everyone pampers you. Just because they casually praise you as 'Jinzhou's little talent', you take yourself too seriously!"

Just as Qi Heng was about to walk off the stage dejectedly, suddenly, a head popped out of a window on the second floor. The man looked at Qi Heng downstairs, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

He was a rather mean-looking young man, who appeared to be in his twenties. He was dressed in splendid clothes and held a glittering feather fan in his hand. He was mocking Qi Heng loudly and sarcastically: "Hey, isn't this the great talent of our Qi family? How come your level is only this low? Hahaha..."

This person was none other than Qi Heng's mortal enemy, Fang Yuan from the Fang family. He looked at Qi Heng with a smug look on his face, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

Upon hearing this, Qi Heng, who was already frustrated, flew into a rage. He glared at Fang Yuan and cursed with gritted teeth, "Fang Kongque, why can't I be lectured by an uneducated playboy like you? If you have the guts, come and see if you have the talent. I guess your little knowledge is just enough to deal with the madam at Yichun Tower!"