I am a winner with Chinese poetry

At this moment, in the very heart of the human territory of Tianxing Continent, the chime bells within the Holy Sea of ​​Book Mountain suddenly began to move without a sound, emitting a clear and melodious sound. Ding, ding, ding... six times in total, the resonant sound echoed throughout the Holy Land of Book Mountain, causing countless humans present to look up in surprise at the ancient and heavy chime bells.

"The bell has rung six times, which means that a great scholar of our human race has created a masterpiece that is famous throughout the country!" someone exclaimed.

"That's great, that's really great! This is a great blessing for the human race. We haven't heard such a bell ringing for a long time!" another person said excitedly.

Countless students and instructors were whispering about this matter. Hearing such a beautiful bell sound was undoubtedly a great encouragement and inspiration to them. After all, in a place like the Holy Land of Books, great scholars who could produce works that would spread across the land were rare.

At this moment, halfway up the mountainside of the Book Mountain Holy Land, a magnificent hall stood tall. This hall was imposing and solemn, giving off a sense of sanctity and inviolability. Within the hall, twelve elders, some dignified, some gentle, sat together, engaged in a lively discussion.

At this time, an octogenarian at the top asked, "Elders, the ringing of the holy bell just now means that our human race has obtained another masterpiece. I wonder which elder knows who wrote this masterpiece?" His hair and beard were all white, and although he looked quite old, he was full of energy.

His tone was filled with anticipation and curiosity. The other elders shook their heads, indicating they had no idea. Although they were all elders of the Shushan Holy Land, the chimes only rang to inform them, not to reveal their names.

Everyone fell into deep thought, secretly wondering which talented person had written this? Suddenly, the sound of conversation began to echo in the hall.

"First Elder, could it be Zhuge Ming from various countries? He is extremely talented and now, at only fifty years old, he is already a fourth-rank scholar!" An old man with a burly appearance who looked more like a warrior than a scholar was the first to respond.

"Fourth Elder, you can't deliberately praise Chu's talents just because they were born in Chu. Zhuge Ming is indeed good, but as far as I know, he is incredibly talented, but he tends to be more inclined towards formations and killing. He hasn't produced any particularly outstanding works in the field of writing and poetry. I think it should be Wang Ke from Liangyu Country. He is well-known for his talent and once wrote a poem that protected the country when he was a fifth-rank official!"

The one who spoke up to refute was a short and thin old man standing behind the fourth elder. He was thin and shrunken, and looked quite funny standing next to the tall and mighty fourth elder, just like an iron tower and a dwarf, which made people laugh. However, the old man here seemed to be used to it and did not pay too much attention to it.

"Fifth Elder, I'm only addressing the matter at hand. Don't make a big deal out of it. Although Zhuge Ming specializes in attacking and killing formations, he's a master of both civil and military arts, and has mastered both! Take his poetry and prose, for example; they're quite impressive! The phrases for assault and ambush used by most of our soldiers today all came from him!"

The Fourth Elder's voice was like a resounding bell, making the crowd's ears ring. He waved his arms as he spoke, as if to etch his point deeply into the minds of the crowd. The diminutive Fifth Elder, standing nearby, looked even more pitiful, overwhelmed by his aura.

"As for that Wang Ke you mentioned, aside from that national poetry, there's nothing else worth mentioning!" the Fourth Elder continued, a hint of disdain in his tone. He looked at the Fifth Elder with a determined glint in his eyes, as if he was confident in his own judgment.

"Alright, stop arguing. You two are over a thousand years old combined. Why are you still bickering like children?"

An old, yet kind voice echoed, and everyone turned to look at the speaker. He was dressed in a gray robe, his hair white as snow, and his face was covered in wrinkles, but his eyes shone with depth and wisdom. This old man was the Second Elder, the oldest of the group, and second only to the First Elder in prestige.

After hearing the Second Elder's words, the two exchanged a glance, snorted coldly, and said no more. The Second Elder smiled faintly and continued, "In fact, in my opinion, this poem doesn't seem like something the younger generation could create. When the chimes ring, a mysterious aura emanates. This aura can only resonate with heaven and earth to produce such a strange phenomenon! Therefore, I suspect this poem was likely written by a reclusive semi-saint."

The Second Elder's words caused everyone to fall silent and ponder. At this point, the other elders, who had been silent until then, began to speak up. "Second Elder is absolutely right. Poetry and prose that can cause phenomena in heaven and earth are definitely not something an ordinary person could create. But we can't conclude that the author is a semi-saint simply because of this. After all, there are many unknown peerless geniuses in the world. Perhaps this was written by one of them?"

The elders' words caused everyone to become confused again. While a semi-saint was a strong possibility, other possibilities couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were always talented individuals in this world who could create amazing miracles.

"What the elders said is correct. We haven't seen such a phenomenon in a long time. Our human race has suffered more losses than gains under the barbarian attacks in recent years!"

"Plus, the demon race has an ambiguous stance, often fanning the flames between the two sides. Last time at the Qingyun Conference, we were joined by those two races, who killed many of our outstanding descendants. This is a shame and sorrow for our human race!"

"The next Qingyun Conference is only a few years away. We should first find the person who caused the strange phenomenon and bring him to the Holy Sea of ​​Book Mountain to train him well. Firstly, this will prevent the other two tribes from assassinating our outstanding talents. Secondly, if he is not too old, with proper training, we may be able to add a powerful general to the next Qingyun Conference!"

Seeing that no one could convince anyone else, the elder at the top spoke again, and the other elders who were arguing and debating immediately stopped and listened attentively.

The Book Mountain Holy Land is overseen by 12 highly respected elders. They hail from diverse nations and clans, including patriarchs of prominent families, renowned Confucian scholars, and scholars who have long fought on the front lines.

These elders, each possessing remarkable talent and wisdom, jointly manage the Shushan Holy Land, a vital institution of learning. Despite their diverse backgrounds, they share the same concerns and expectations for the future development of the human race.

They know very well that when facing threats from other ethnic groups, the human race must unite and face challenges together.