I've spread the Heaven and Earth realms throughout the God-Slaying World.

A man dressed in a plain-colored robe, with an extraordinary air about him, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the memorial.

"Ao Moang, the eldest son of the West Sea Dragon King?"

As the president of the Shangxie Society, Ji Nian studies the Great Xia Dynasty and other myths and legends day and night in order to find a way home.

They were very familiar with the information about these mythological figures, so it was not difficult for them to guess the other party's identity at a glance.

"Hey, you over there, white-haired dragon girl, yes, that's you!"

Ao Moang's face was full of anger, and his voice boomed like a bell as he roared fiercely.

"You just said something about my brother Ao Lie..."

However, as soon as he spoke, Ao Moang stopped talking the moment his gaze fell on Ji Nian. It was as if he had been frozen in place.

What the hell!

Does such a person exist in the Dragon Clan?

Absolutely stunning!

The dragon couldn't take its eyes off him; Ao Moang just stared blankly, his previous anger still burning.

At this moment, I was so overwhelmed by this sudden and stunning beauty that my senses vanished.

"Cough cough."

Ao Moang cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly composed himself.

His face changed to a polite expression, completely different from his previous angry look.

He bowed slightly, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of questioning.

"I don't know what this dragon girl meant just now, why she would belittle the poems written by my brother Ao Bing."

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

She was already used to similar scenes.

After all, when he was in the human world, there were many people like Ao Moang who were protective of their own, impulsive, and lewd.

The result is often that those who don't know what's good for them are blasted into dust by her planet-destroying cannons.

To become insignificant fragments of a hero.

However, at this moment, Lynn's previous instructions came to her mind.

Although he felt somewhat displeased and disdainful, he ultimately suppressed his anger and temporarily calmed down his impulse.

In an instant.

As if drawn by an invisible force, the surrounding area of ​​the Star-Picking Tower was drawn by the commotion, attracting the attention of the immortals and gods who were busy with their own affairs.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, everyone, whether gods or humans, seemed to have an innate and uncontrollable passion for watching entertainment.

A group of immortals and gods gathered from all directions, like bees and butterflies attracted by the fragrance of flowers.

They came in twos and threes, or alone, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Soft whispers occasionally drifted from the crowd, like the rustling of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

The voices mingled in the air, as if weaving an invisible web of gossip.

This spectacle spread like ripples, even alarming several main gods.

Seemingly unable to suppress its curiosity, it parted the layers of clouds and slowly descended upon the surroundings.

After finishing his poem, Ao Bing was chatting with his colleagues and friends when he inadvertently noticed the unusual commotion on the other side.

Looking over, one could see Ao Moang confronting a woman, surrounded by a number of immortals and gods.

A question arose in his mind. After exchanging a few words with his friend, he walked through the crowd.

When Ao Moang saw Ao Bing arrive, it was as if he had found his pillar of support. He recounted what had just happened in a few words, still with some indignation in his voice.

As Ao Bing listened, he kept glancing at the memorial.

Upon seeing this, not only he, but also the surrounding dragons were curious about this unfamiliar dragon woman.

After all, after the Investiture of the Gods, as the Lord of the Canopy Star, he became much more sensitive to auras.

Ao Bing's pupils suddenly contracted!

He could vaguely sense an ancestral aura emanating from Ji Nian.

Who exactly is this being, and how can it possess such a strange aura?

the other side.

At this moment, Ao Moang had no time to question or accuse anyone; his eyes were fixed on Ji Nian.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat simple and honest smile.

He looked completely mesmerized.

He moved closer to the memorial step by step, his previous anger completely gone. Instead, he acted like a child begging for candy, shamelessly pleading.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Dragon Maiden..."

As he spoke, he scratched his head, his eyes full of flattery.

Seeing Ao Moang's appearance, the surrounding dragons found it both amusing and increasingly curious about the memorial.

After all, that silver hair was indeed too eye-catching.

Seeing that Ji Nian remained unmoved, the dragon beside Ao Moang coughed lightly and took a step forward, his expression still gentle.

“This dragon maiden, today’s events have already attracted everyone’s attention. In recent years, our dragon clan has always revered poetry and elegance… Since you have commented on Ao Lie’s poems, why not compose one yourself and broaden our horizons?”

After he finished speaking, he and Ao Moang exchanged a glance, their meaning quite clear.

I want to be a hero and save the day for the other person in a crucial moment.

Ao Moang: Good brother!

Other dragons echoed this sentiment, each adding their own words of pressure.

"Yes, writing a poem would be a good way to convince everyone."

"If we don't show it off, it would be disrespectful to our own people."

"........."

All the gods' eyes were focused on Jinian, their gazes filled with both expectation and a hint of scrutiny.

The fist that had been clenched tightly in remembrance now unconsciously loosened a little.

Is this the end?

She stared in astonishment, as if she had never expected the other party to make such a request.

"Write poetry?"

In remembrance of her tangled thoughts, during those years at the [Shangxiehui], she was either frequenting male escort clubs, indulging in the pleasures of love, or immersed in the world of scientific research, focusing intently on hand-crafting a planet-destroying cannon.

If we had to categorize her, she would be an absolute science prodigy with a severe imbalance in her academic abilities.

I know very little about the humanities, such as poetry and prose.

But if she were to compose a poem in front of so many Xia gods under the watchful eyes of everyone, and failed to produce a decent one, she would lose face terribly.

"How about memorizing some ancient poems? Three Hundred Tang Poems... Damn!"

Commemoration made me uneasy.

"What decent person memorizes so many ancient poems! How was I supposed to know I'd time travel?"

She was only five years old when she arrived in the world of Godslayer. As soon as she arrived, she caused a huge disturbance in Huaihai City. She was then imprisoned in a fasting center and spent a few years with Ye Fan.

That old bastard Ye Fan, how could he be the kind of person who would teach her to recite poetry?

But then again!

A sudden inspiration struck me, and I actually remembered a poem.

49, oh 49...

She walked to the Star-Picking Tower, looking down at the picturesque landscape below.

The surrounding immortals were taken aback at first, then fell silent, pricked up their ears, and eagerly awaited what would happen next.

She tilted her head slightly and recited calmly.

"The world is a riot of colors..."