Fantasy, my Taoist practices are unorthodox

"Today's events were truly utterly uninteresting!"

Ye Beiming suddenly stood up, interrupting Bai Su's words!

If this woman continues, the mudslinging will really get back on him, and then it will be too late to pretend otherwise.

"Poetry is an elegant pursuit in this world, how can you say it is dull and tasteless!"

A slight smile appeared on Nalan Dianyu's lips!

"We martial artists should temper our bodies, strengthen our spirits, and climb to the pinnacle of martial arts! How can we, like you, whine and feign elegance!"

"To truly understand something, one must understand it thoroughly."

Ye Beiming said calmly.

"Hmph! This is probably just your vulgarity, young master, sour grapes."

The courtesan, Red Butterfly, said somewhat indignantly.

"I can easily compose several poems like these!"

Ye Beiming spoke calmly, but his tone made him seem arrogant.

"Hehe! Young Master Ye seems to be a peerless literary master! If you can compose a poem just like mine, I will gladly admit defeat!"

"I can also admit that your comprehension is the best in the Eastern Wilderness."

The Nalan Palace was closing in step by step.

"Alright! But I wonder if Your Highness would mind if there were some extra prizes?"

Ye Beiming suddenly smiled.

"The prize?"

Nalan Dianyu felt that Ye Beiming was deliberately stalling for time!

"Excellent! If I can compose a masterpiece within seven steps, I win! Otherwise, Your Highness, you win! How about we bet five million low-grade spirit stones!"

Ye Beiming spoke.

Even if you have a lot of money, you still need to recoup some of it.

"Interesting! I'll take your bet!"

Nalan Dianyu immediately became interested.

For someone of his status, five million spirit stones is nothing.

"Would you dare to take a gamble with us?"

The other young masters from prominent families shouted, "Men are always fond of gambling!"

What's more, this is a game that they can win at any time!

"Hehe, as long as someone is willing, there's nothing I, Ye, wouldn't dare to accept!"

Ye Beiming revealed a strange smile.

The young masters of powerful families naturally had no intention of backing down at this point, and immediately placed bets of hundreds of thousands or even millions of low-grade spirit stones.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Beiming had collected more than 50 million low-grade spirit stones in bets.

This money came way too easily.

It seems that Da Kun is indeed much wealthier than Da Qian.

"Please, Miss Yuyun, act as our mediator!"

"You must be honest!"

Ye Beiming said to Yu Yun with a half-smile.

Yu Yun almost spat out blood. "I've clearly set a trap for you, and you still want me to be the middleman? What exactly do you mean by this?!"

However, Ye Beiming was, after all, a member of Tianxiang Academy and a young master of the Ye family, so his request in public was reasonable.

Is the young master of the Ye family really that incompetent?

Yu Yun recalled what Qin Kui Liu Mengqin had said before, but she was still very curious.

If Ye Beiming can act unexpectedly well, then it must all be an act.

"This guy is really rich! He's going to go all out?"

At this moment, the young masters of noble families saw that Ye Beiming was still able to put out high-grade spirit stones as stakes.

They all took out the spirit stones they had bet on.

Even though the female scholars and courtesans of Tianxiang Academy earned money very easily every day, their beautiful eyes still shone with a strange light when they saw the God of Wealth, whose wealth was worth fifty million low-grade spirit stones.

"Alright, now that the bet has been placed, Young Master Ye, you may compose a poem!"

Nalan Dianyu still maintained his composure, and only then did he speak up to urge them on.

"Ladies, aren't you going to place a bet?"

Ye Beiming looked at the book girls and courtesans and asked.

They had some ideas, but Ye Beiming seemed very confident, which stunned them.

It's hard to earn money by dealing with these lecherous men every day, so it's better to be conservative.

So the courtesans immediately shook their heads, wisely protecting their hard-earned money.

"it is good!"

Ye Beiming smiled and nodded, then began to walk forward!

At this point, no one believed that he could compose a poem in seven steps, but they were all secretly uneasy.

When Ye Beiming still didn't make a move by the sixth step, many people couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Unexpectedly, Ye Beiming had just taken his seventh step when he spoke: "In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation."

"No way? How could such a masterpiece of poetry be composed in just seven steps?"

After a brief silence, a roar erupted in the elegant garden as everyone stared at Ye Beiming in disbelief.

The phrases "beauty that could topple kingdoms" and "unparalleled independence" are the most exquisite descriptions one can find in a woman.

Ye Beiming's poem is far superior to Nalan Dianyu's in its conception, completely outclassing him.

Moreover, the poem's profound meaning instantly brought enlightenment to everyone present.

The sixteen book girls and the eight courtesans all looked at Ye Beiming with surprise, which then turned into a look of infatuation!

This poem perfectly captures the beauty of a young woman, making any other poem pale in comparison.

"A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sits deep within, her brows furrowed. Only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart."

Unexpectedly, Ye Beiming recited another poem as soon as he finished speaking.

This lament is a masterpiece of women confined to their boudoirs, depicting the beauty of a young woman's sorrow to the fullest extent.

Just looking at the words evokes an image of a stunningly beautiful woman, heartbroken and weeping – an image of exquisite beauty.

Moreover, this object is very sentimental and symbolizes the sorrow of these courtesans.

After all, they are all human beings, and they have also had feelings.

"If no one has any other objections, then I should win!"

"When it comes to this kind of comprehension, no one can compare to me!"

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Ye Beiming laughed and with a wave of his hand, he put all the spirit stones on the table into his storage ring.

I spent so many high-grade spirit stones to become a super member today, but in the blink of an eye, I've made several times that amount back. It's really worth it.

"Is this guy a prodigy? He just wrote two poems of unparalleled skill right away? With such talent and comprehension, why don't you take the time to break through to the Grandmaster realm!"

Nalan Dianyu cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

"Miss Yuyun, I really have to thank you today, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to make a fortune! I'll also give you a poem, let's call it 'To Yuyun'!"

Ye Beiming laughed heartily, and in a flash, he appeared at the exit of the elegant garden.

"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you at Yaotai under the moon."

Yu Yun was cursing inwardly. Ye Beiming deliberately thanked her, which was clearly meant to make people think that she was in cahoots with him.

Enraged, he was about to get up and grab the guy when he heard a poem that could never be surpassed.

The most important thing is that the poem is titled "Gift to Yu Yun".

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her face inexplicably flushed with sweetness.

It seems that what Liu Mengqin said was completely wrong. How could the young master of the Ye family be an ordinary person?