After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

Qiu Lin lowered his eyes, a hint of mockery flashing in his deep blue pupils.

"Immortals cannot participate in mortal affairs? That's just talk."

"If we really don't intervene, where will the major sects get the money for their enormous expenses? The spiritual mines extracted in the mortal realm can't be used for those who can't even ask the immortal sects for help, can they?"

Chu Luobai remained silent. Having been hunted down for so long in her previous life, she had long realized that those lofty immortal sects were not as indifferent to worldly affairs as rumored.

On the contrary, the connection between the immortal sects and the royal family is very close.

Qiu Lin noticed Chu Luobai's change in mood and quickly spoke up.

"It's not that all sects have ties with mortal forces. At least our Qingyun Sword Sect has never had too much involvement with mortal forces."

If it weren't for the Qingyun Sword Sect, a group of upright individuals, Qiu Lin would probably have lost his life long ago.

Boom, boom, boom.

The dull drumbeats came from outside the window, interrupting Qiu Lin and Chu Luobai's conversation.

Pushing open the inner window, you can see several graceful dancers dressed in light gauze in the hall below, already swaying their slender waists to the beat of the drums.

Chu Luobai subconsciously looked towards the other open windows, only to see that they were as dark as deep pools.

“All the private rooms are equipped with array formations.”

Qiu Lin walked to Chu Luobai's right side, looked down, and glanced at the people sitting in the hall.

They were all disciples from various sects who came to try their luck, and many of them were acquaintances of Chu Luobai.

Ren Jiayue of the Wind and Thunder Qin Sect, Ning Fengsi of the Tongjue Blade Sect...

At a glance, they were all rising stars from various sects. It seemed that I had missed out on a lot in my previous life.

Chu Luobai's gaze swept to the corner of the hall. In this life, without her 'generosity' and Jiang Yuzhe's gullible assistance, Mu Yurou could only huddle at a small table in the corner.

Seemingly sensing Chu Luobai's gaze, Mu Yurou raised her head and looked towards the private room where Chu Luobai was hiding, her eyes filled with obvious envy and barely perceptible resentment.

Didn't you recognize me?

Chu Luobai was puzzled, but then realized that the private rooms were all covered by concealing formations. He saw that the other private rooms were completely dark, and Mu Yurou could only see darkness at this moment.

“Those who used to come here to have fun are used to hiding their identities. However, I heard that today’s poetry gathering is hosted by the second prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty. Everyone who comes here wants to get on Feng Xiuquan’s good side. I guess it won’t be long before they reveal their identities.”

Qiu Lin said calmly, his words sounding very familiar, as if he had been to such occasions many times before.

The right to revise and expand...

Chu Luobai silently recited the name in his heart. In his previous life, Mu Yurou became famous for her talent after getting involved with Feng Xiuquan.

Once the Poet Saint's Secret Realm opens, Mu Yurou will recite those poems that will be hailed as masterpieces by later generations.

In his previous life, Chu Luobai always felt something was off about the poems and lyrics written by Mu Yurou.

After all, the unrestrained and wild lines like "It must be a celestial being drunk, carelessly crushing the white clouds" are put together with the delicate and graceful lines like "This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just left my brow, but rose to my heart."

No one would think that these two sentences were written by the same person.

Despite his doubts, Chu Luobai knew that he was just a sword cultivator and did not have much expertise in poetry, so even if he felt something was strange, he just assumed that he was mistaken.

It is said that later, some great scholars questioned Mu Yurou, but at that time Mu Yurou had already obtained the Qi Gui in the Poet Saint's Secret Realm, was half a step into the Literary Saint, and had Feng Xiuquan backing her up.

Even though the great Confucian scholar presented his arguments with sound reasoning and evidence, the matter was ultimately covered up hastily.

[Ding, system task issued: Host, please shine brightly at this poetry gathering and suppress Mu Yurou.]

The system's cold voice rang in Chu Luobai's ears. She lowered her eyes and looked at the center of the hall, where a man in black had replaced the dancer and stood in the very center of the hall.

The man was tall and imposing, his black hair held high by a crown inlaid with gold and jade. He exuded a strong scholarly air, yet he did not appear weak at all.

Completely different from the group of male sword cultivators with blank stares on Qingyun Mountain.

"He certainly has a handsome appearance; no wonder Mu Yurou would expend so much effort on him."

In her previous life, Chu Luobai had only seen Feng Xiuquan from afar; this was the first time she had met him so closely.

"I am fortunate to have your presence today, which has allowed my small poetry gathering to bring together so many talented young people."

Feng Xiuquan's clear voice echoed in the hall.

"They're putting on quite a show."

Qiu Lin snorted coldly, his voice was very soft and quick, but Chu Luobai still heard it very clearly.

In my previous life, I had never heard of any conflict between my newly initiated junior brother and Feng Xiuquan, the second prince of the mortal world. How come it seems that these two...

"Whenever the Poet Saint's Secret Realm opens, snow will fall from the sky even in the height of summer. How about we all compose a poem about snow today?"

Seeing that Feng Xiuquan had set the topic, the people around him quickly agreed.

Four or five people stood up in the hall and recited poems, but unfortunately, their skills were mediocre, and the people around them had little reaction.

Feng Xiuquan, sitting in the main seat of the hall, nodded slightly with a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes occasionally swept over the private rooms.

Long before these people entered, Feng Xiuquan had already carefully observed them from the shadows, and he had a general idea of ​​each of their abilities.

The current emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty, who is also Feng Xiuquan's father, has reached the level of a great Confucian scholar and can communicate with the righteous energy of heaven and earth, but he has not been able to make any further progress.

As the old emperor's lifespan drew near, his princes became restless and began to court various factions within the dynasty.

The maternal clan behind Feng Xiuquan is not very powerful, and he has no outstanding achievements to win over the ministers. Although he has built up some of his own power over the years, he is still far inferior to the eldest prince, whose maternal clan is powerful, and the fifth prince, who has military merits to protect him.

Therefore, he focused his attention on the group of sect disciples who had come to participate in the Poet Saint's Secret Realm.

Although it is said that the royal family of the mortal world should not have too much involvement with the sects, as long as Feng Xiuquan does not say anything, who can know how good his relationship with these sect disciples is?

Moreover, all he wanted was for the world to know that he, the second prince, had connections with people from the immortal sects, so that others would be wary of these sects behind him when taking action.

After a few more people stood up and recited poems, commotion finally broke out in the upstairs private room.

"Looking up through the rolled-up curtains, one sees the auspicious clouds; the white light obscures the courtyard steps from afar."

A cool, clear female voice came from a private room on the second floor, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

In a corner where no one paid attention, Mu Yurou, who had just gotten up to recite poetry, could only turn back and sit back down in her chair, cursing the people in the private room for being so blind as to steal her such a good opportunity.