This book is about all the happy inspiring poems I created over the years I hope you like it and relate to them and also enjoy it. Read, Love and Review thank you.

Sad, happy, mixed emotionally filled poems. A lot of these are Dear something but a few are something random. I'll take suggestions or requests for topics!

I didn't expect my poems to get such a high number of views.So thank to everyone who read my book and gave their love.
I started writing this book of poems one year ago but I was scared no one would like them so I did not do anything with them. When My friends told me they loved my poems it gave me confidence. I started writing book on how I felt everyday but then I decided to write poems on how others would feel. So I would put my mindset on how others would feel and the different emotions crossing their minds.
It could be losing a loved one or dealing with the current pandemic. It could be just the weather, holiday or depression.
It was rather easy to write poems on other felt because I would sometimes feel this emotion or see others feeling different emotions everyday so I would sorta study them and write a poem. I would ask a person about their day and write a poem based on the feelings I am getting from their story.
My family would sometimes say that I can take any story and literally make a poem that perfectly fits how they are feeling that day. 

Listening to songs also helped when I am writing my poems. The type of music I listen to affects the way my poems come out as well. If it was a sad song then the poem would come out sad like. If it happy music then it would be a poem based on happy emotions. If it was a poem about young love or unrequited love then that would be what my poem would be about. Everything and everyone around me has influenced how my poems have come to be.

Another way I write my poems as well, is when I watch TV series, k-dramas, c-dramas, j-dramas and movies. These let me get into the characters emotions and I write out their story into a poem. 

Once again, thank you so  much for giving me your love and support for my poem book and I hope you continue to read my book, as well as my other books. 
Thank you guys and also stay safe. With the many things we are going through hope you guys stay strong and stay safe.

Just wanted to share some of the poems I was writing. Hope y'all like them.

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
keep reading keep supporting
thank you so much for reading my story it's almost 2 k reads and I'm really happy see please read my story.

I write because I'm good friends with words,
Long since my childhood they have been with me through all my thick and thin.
Through my summers and my winters, through my spring and my autumns
Not that the others are strangers,
Neither the canvases betrayed me
Nor that the lenses left my side...
But still , they are not more than acquaintances.
I write...
I write because I feel as a whole
My words make me complete.
They stand for me , they talk for me.
When everyone leaves, they stay...
They have always stayed to uphold me.
When it feels like the end, and everything fades away...
I'm left with my words,
My statements and lines.
My poems and stories.
My rants and letters.

You see, I'm an introvert and it's very hard for me to express myself openly. I have trust issues and I felt that sharing your problems with others would just add on to their problems and that it will burden them . Although, I know better now. Expressing yourself to others and sharing how feel with others won't burden them with anything. It will give you relief and make them feel worthy. They will be happy to be your safe place. 
I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy ending, though I know that not all stories don't have a happy ending; but we read to escape from the bitter reality don't we? So, why not fill the stories with happiness and laughter and let it's end give the keen reader a sign of contentment and fill his/her world with sparkles, though it maybe for a couple of minutes. These good hours that he/she would invest in a good read would leave a little smile on their everyday gloomy faces. 
After reading the whole series of Harry Potter I was aspired to be one of their kind. I even put the protective charms outside my room, to keep away all the evil and I believe it sort of worked. I grew up reading Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, Ruskin Bond, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, William Wordsworth, John Green, Lemony Snicket and many such marvelous writers and poets. Though one may not be able to create stories or write poems, one can always entertain themselves by reading the enriching literature that lets you explore the world, without having to move your feet.

Take a  look at the world through Audrea's glasses. Audrea is full of life and dreams. She has a very unique approach towards life and loves to explore the depths of it. Let's embark on this journey with her and find out the perks and troughs of being a teen in today's world.

One day, during one of their reading sessions, she glanced up from the pages to look at him. He was actually a very handsome young man with a slender build. His brown hair casually swept over his forehead and very strong brows framed his eyes. He had a high nose bridge that further accentuated his overall handsomeness.
"Why did you stop? The next word is very easy. Don't tell me you haven't learned anything from reading every day?" he teased her. The girl's cheeks turned into a light shade of pink and resumed her reading. She couldn't believe she was openly staring at him. Just because he was blind didn't give her the right to be rude. 
One week had already passed by in the blink of an eye. She had finished the last poem for the day and had closed the book. She looked at the book for a moment before deciding to ask a question which she had on her mind ever since starting to read this book, "I don't really understand these poems. They're so vague. One poem would be talking about flowers budding and the next would be talking about a street market. How is this your favorite book?"
He took some time to think about her question before deciding on an answer. "These poems are easy for me to relate with. You're still too young to understand."
The girl's cheek puffed out in defiance. If she was only a few years older he wouldn't treat her like such a child. 
When she returned back to her parent's book store, her parents had just placed out a familiar book on the shelves. She recognized it as the book of poems that she was reading to the young man. She quickly ran up to her mother, pointed towards the book and asked, "Mother, what is this book about?"
Her mother took the book off the shelf and took a look at the cover before replying.
"This is one of my favorites. It's a book of poems about a man's life. The poems go in order from childhood to adulthood as he recounts his memories. The poems may seem random at first, but as you reach towards the end, you begin to realize that each poem was a memory he shared with someone special, probably the one he loved. It's too bad it seems he didn't end up with his loved one."
She placed the book back on the shelf and continued her work. The girl walked away with a million thoughts in her head. Memories shared with someone he loved. It was probably about his childhood friend which had married the baron. She couldn't help but feel her heart squeeze in anguish for him.
The next couple of days as she read the poems to him, she kept in mind what her mother had told her. With finally being able to understand the poems a little bit, she began to piece together the memories in which the poems held. 
The snow melted slowly // Giving way for the missed greenery // Flowers will begin to emerge // Farmers will begin to plant // Forgetting about the cold // It's a new beginning 
This was probably when they first met.
Stones laid across the lake side // Peacefulness was the feeling // Tranquility was the sensation // A stone was thrown on the lake // Causing ripples upon surface // But despite the ripples // Peacefulness and tranquility remained
This was probably when he first realized he loved her.
Water pours over the flour // Mixed until ready to bake // The heat warms the mixture to perfection // A bite is taken from the final product // Realization comes to pass // As if water was what the flour needed all along
This was probably when she realized she loved him too.
The market sounds echo through the air // Kids are seen running around // Adults are seen shopping and bargaining // Happy faces line the streets // Time passes by // The streets slowly empty // Leaving no remaining people // In the end // A street is just a street // You are just you // I am just me // It is not a guarantee that we would meet on this street
And this was probably when she left him.

Scroll was once mentioned to have gained her ability because she always sought knowledge by reading. But what if there was also something else that could have influenced her abilities?
This is a short fan fiction of a short piece of Scroll's past when she was young and had met a man who had also loved books.

Maybe it was the cheerful atmosphere in the air, or maybe it was all the chaos drink that she had consumed throughout the night, but something inside of Scroll made her want to speak up and tell a story. 
“I’ll go next,’ Scroll spoke up after the previous story. Everyone looked at Scroll expectantly. Out of everyone here, Scroll should have the most memory to remember all her encounters and all the things she has read. Surely her story would be everything but boring.
And slowly, Scroll began to recite her story.

In participation of the RTW fan fiction contest. I was one of those kids that received participation awards because I didn't excel in anything.

To my dear readers,

Hi, 

First and foremost I want to thank you for visiting my book. I will be very glad if you would add this to your library. This book is not a novel.

This book is not going to have any specific characters and nor any specific story.

I just thought of the idea to do something with my poems and somehow this book idea came to me.

Every chapter of this book will have incidental stories with my Pov which would be encircled around my poems.

Again I am no expert..

My poems come to me naturally; at times they don't even have any rhythm.

They are just my natural expressions of my natural understandings.

I can just say that you may be able to relate them to yourself and you may like reading it. 

If you hold any thoughts in regard to them please share it in the comment section. I would be very happy to hear them.

After he posted on Weibo, the surging voices that came to curse at Zhang Ye seemed to stop!

See me or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy. What a free and easy poem! What a big-hearted attitude! Many people heaved in a mouthful of air upon seeing this! With the entire poem appearing, it gave a feeling that it was detached from all material things! It made the reader of the poem full of positive energy!

What was a good poem?

This may be what a good poem was!

Zhang Ye's choice of this poem to hit back was undoubtedly very powerful!

With this, the other side weakened, whereas Zhang Ye's neither clinging, nor abandoning fans felt their spirits enriched. They all began to shout!

SpringWindBlows: "Haha! Teacher Zhang Ye has fought back! Everyone, quickly have a look!"

WillowBowl: "Another new piece of work! Wow! This poem has a lot of feelings!"

Macho557: "None of Teacher Zhang Ye's works can be faulted! Too awesome!"

There was a person who published a long evaluation, named LifeIsABallOfFire, "I never read modern poems. I have never liked things related to art, ever since I was young. However, Teacher Zhang Ye has made me completely fall in love with literature and art, like poems. I do not know if those people cursing at Teacher Zhang Ye behind their keyboards or those so-called professional authors have any eyes! All of you are at least authoritative literature authors in Beijing. One of you is even some association's Vice President, so don't make us look down on you, alright? Even a layman like me can see how good Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are. Yet you despise it? Just because he is young? Is age a reason? Is this the method that you use to belittle the works of others? Then aren't you stooping too low!?"

"The previous poster said it well! Supporting Teacher Zhang!"

"Forever supporting Teacher Zhang Ye! Bull**** experts! Ignore them!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are popular. Look at the number of forwards. Look at the comments. Look at the search hits of every poem of Teacher Zhang’s, as well as the clicks in any major discussion forum. The eyes of the masses are bright. The market has already made its judgment. I'm curious; why would some people be jealous of Teacher Zhang's results? Must they jump out and say some words to stomp on him? Using Teacher Zhang's words, why did you give up treatment?"

With Zhang Ye taking the lead, his fans also followed him to counterattack.

The Beijing poet, Big Thunder, also commented, "Do you know literature, or do we know literature? Just now, that love poem... Does anyone know what he is saying? Do you know? Don't pretend to know if you don't understand! Literature is literature! Art is art! They are not things used to fool others!"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan came out. Ever since the Weibo war of words, this hardcore fan of Zhang Ye would not hesitate to stand up whenever Zhang Ye faced troubles. He retorted, "Then can I ask Teacher Big Thunder above, ‘what is art?’ Do you not know? Well, is art something that depends on what you say? Then what are we commoners for? Then what's the point of us poetry lovers? Literary works are things only you can enjoy? What a joke! To be a poet at such a level? You aren't even a hundredth of Teacher Zhang Ye's level! A literary work is for the commoners to see it and for them to resonate with it. They would be moved; they would have feelings. That is why Teacher Zhang's poem is so popular. This is the literary judgment by us commoners!"

There were also capable people on Weibo.

For example, a person named HDUSOS09 said, "Let me first declare that I am neutral. I do not support either side. I've been reading all day and have seen Zhang Ye's poem. I may be lacking in knowledge, but let me correct Teacher Big Thunder's evaluation. I think it is quite biased. Love poem? I do not think it is a love poem. Although the poem's text has the word affection, and even the ending has the word love, that is just something literal. If you can properly understand this poem, you will discover that this is a poem that is full of compassion. How can a person write about romantic love with a compassionate heart? That's why my analysis is that Teacher Zhang Ye had written this poem to his fans. No, actually, it should be said that he wrote this poem to everyone in this world!"

"Please continue."

"A capable person has come; please continue your analysis."

"Waiting for the capable person to analyze this poem I couldn't understand!"

A lot of comments came in below. Many of them did not understand what Zhang Ye wanted to express, but nonetheless they felt that the poem was especially carefree!

HDUSOS09 continued, "It is my personal opinion, but I think that Teacher Zhang Ye wanted to express love to the common person. He knew his work would not be accepted by everyone. Whether they scold him or dislike him, he will not be affected. He only wants to use his works to move people, touch people, help people. Which is why whether they see or not see him, he is neither sad, nor happy. Whether they follow or unfollow him, he will not discard or depart from them. Being a normal person, Teacher Zhang Ye might not be able to reach this state. But as a poet, he needs to have such an attitude. Yeah, this is what I see. I might not be correct, but this poem is so memorable and worth rereading; every sentence feels like it can make people think and reflect upon on it for a long time!"

"Well said!"

"It's informative!"

"So that's what it means! Thank you for the expert dissection!"

HDUSOS09 replied, "It not really a dissection; the poem is really deep, so even I don't have the ability to analyze it. It is just my personal opinion. Nevertheless, the truth has been proven; who says Teacher Zhang Ye does not know how to write poems? Who says Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are not works of literature or art? Don't take others as fools! I am neither an author, nor poet, but I'm still considered a literary person. If i dare to say it today, just based on Teacher Zhang Ye's ‘See Me or Not’ poem, there should be a place for Teacher Zhang in the nation's literary circle! No one can deny the quality of his art!"

"I sincerely apologize. Listening to those dog s*** Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President and a few vocal authors, I thought they were correct. It made me post and criticize Teacher Zhang Ye. I'm so godd*mn stupid; why did I believe them at all! What professionals? In the future, I won't listen to any professional opinions! I will trust in my own judgement! Teacher Zhang's poems must be good poems! They moved me so many times!"

"I apologize, too. I was really confused just now!"

"Yeah. Who still f***ing dares to say Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't know how to write poems?"

Zhang Ye's fans who left came back again and made a scene. Zhang Ye proved his worth and, at the same time, responded back at those unscrupulous people!

But there were still scoldings.

"Bull****!"

"He only knows how to put on an act!"

"That's right! You said it so amazingly! It was too exaggerated!"

"How come I didn't see anything good about the poem? You guys are just bragging about Zhang Ye! How much did he pay you all? A dollar for a comment? You guys are so supportive with the bragging!"

"The professionals have stated their case and yet you all are unhappy?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan could not longer stand it, "Comrades, when logic no longer works, what do we do?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan seemed to have a good reputation and network on the internet. When he appeared, lots of trolls would respond to his callings. They had responded earlier, but were overwhelmed by the fans of those poets and authors. There were too many of them and the trolls were unable to do much. Now was the time to fight back!

"If logic doesn't work, then there's nothing to talk about anymore!"

"Let's curse! Crash their Weibo!"

"When did our troll army ever need to use logic?"

"Hahaha. Logic was never our strong point!"

"All the discussion earlier... I did not understand one bit of it. Even the poem, I did not understand it. But so what! I just godd*mn support Teacher Zhang Ye!"

"Let's attack, bros!"

"Buy watches for all of them!"

"It's time for us to attack our enemies again!"

"My large saber is again again again unable to endure the thirst!"

"Quickly gather the forces; there's nothing better than fighting our foes together with Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Ye's troll army once again embarked on a bloody battle with their enemies. This group of people with nothing to do, who could find fault with anything, were bloodthirsty. Nothing could stop them. To them, this was the joy of living.

The opponents' fans were awed by Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not". Some of them even quietly logged off. They knew that they were behaving vexatiously earlier. A person who could write such an awesome modern poem, how could he not know how to write poems? But many of them still supported the teachers of the literary circle. To them, Meng Dongguo and the others were the seniors, Big Thunder and the others were the real professionals on poems. Since they rejected Zhang Ye's literary upbringing, then they must be right!

Two sides cursed each other, but there was no clear outcome.

Close to 12 midnight, most people had logged off. After both sides came to a standstill, Zhang Ye's modified poems were scheduled for an appearance!

There was "The Song of the Stormy Petrel".

There was "Flying Bird and Fish".

There was also "A Generation".

Everyone was more than happy with Zhang Ye's modified poems. This was something started by Zhang Ye, because no other writer had ever modified their own works for arguing!

"Proposing to me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy..."

"Marry me, or not. There will your mom always stay, sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not" Weibo message had been forwarded more than 2,000 times. There were more than 10,000 comments. Regardless of it being questioned, this poem had gone viral!

"Where's Teacher Zhang?"

"Our standards are limited. Wishing for Teacher Zhang's modifications!"

"Hahaha, that's right. Every time Teacher Zhang modifies his own poems, he does it so well!"

Seeing this, Zhang Ye heeded their summons and came forward. Again, he displayed his self-mocking spirit and posted a new Weibo message.

"Fan me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"(Thread) Bumping me, or not. There will people stay, no coming, nor going."

"Reply me, or not. There will the thread stay, no increase, nor decrease;"

"See me, or not. There my poem stays in your Weibo, no discarding, nor departure;"

"Come to my Weibo, or let me go to your Weibo. Forwarding with serenity. Comment that's all!"

This was one of the modifications of "See Me or Not" in Zhang Ye's world. Zhang Ye felt that this was most appropriate to obtain fans, so he sent it out.

When everyone saw this, they were in stitches!

"I've already fan-ed!"

"Must fan!"

"Teacher Zhang is too cute!"

"I love you, Teacher Zhang!"

"So well-written! Hilarious!"

"Teacher Zhang can always spare no effort to publicize himself in the best method! And he doesn't even show a trace of that!"

"The critical thing is his magnanimity. Look at what sort of spirit Teacher Zhang has! He can make jokes and mingle with us. Look at all those Beijing literature bunch of so-called authors and poets. All of them are as if they are all so high and mighty!"

"That's right!"

"As expected of Teacher Zhang to be cute!"

"Teacher Zhang is the greatest poet in my heart!"


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Poetry is like a deck of cards 
There's the King which symbolizes strength and honor. 
The Prince which symbolizes courage and/or pride. 
The Joker which symbols humor. 
The Queen which symbolizes beauty

My poetry does have the Prince
My poetry does have the King
My poetry does have the Queen
But not the Joker 

Prince. 
I write these poems as a loser
As a loner amongst people 
Which means I don't have a label 
No one can tell me that I'm able or not able
Above the dinner table everything seems fine but underneath, it's a different story. 

King. 
I write these poems as a wise teenager 
Started as a creature which nor mere mortal would put into words. 
And now I'm part of the lords
The secrets that I have are just behind a door 
You might not believe me, I was once a slave 
Living in a cave of depression, self doubt, hate and no sense of achievements. 
Look at me now. I rule the land where my mind lives

Joker. 
I laugh, I cry
I run, I walk 
I frown, I smile 
Just for you to be happy and shine
I'm the Joker. Not from DC
But the one in your heart. 
Giving out humor like it's a Halloween special 
Typical. 
For once just ask if I need a hug

Queen. 
I write these poems with beauty
Trying my best to find rumors and a story to tell
Oh well. 
Don't call me cutie
I am beautiful and nobody will tell me otherwise 
If they do "off with their heads."


-@MellowSoul 🥀

This project is to find lost love, hope, healing and generally help the heart by showing how people can hurt us and build us in a beautiful way. These are my thoughts and my emotions in the book and I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.

"Lord Gu Masters, please come in!" The waiter bent his back as he invited Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.
"This is a famous teahouse of the capital city, it is very crowded, I have come here many times in the past." Hua Song transmitted as he explained to An Chong.
The two had disguised as Gu Masters as they came to the capital city of Profound Literature grotto-heaven.
An Chong was more willing to observe the capital city from above the clouds. But since Hua Song had such interests, he could only accompany the person who invited him.
"I want a table on the fifth floor." Hua Song was very familiar with this place.
The two came to the fifth floor, they entered the room and saw through the windows that the streets were bustling with people outside, the street with the bronze gate where the first round of the competition was held was completely packed with people.
"These are the current generation scholars of my Profound Literature grotto-heaven, they are the hope of our future as well. Please observe." Hua Song sighed as he handed a rank five investigative Gu worm to An Chong, it could observe the target's talent qi.
An Chong took a look and used it immediately, his field of vision changing immediately. He could now see the talent qi above the heads of countless scholars. These talent qi had all sorts of colors, some were taller than others, they all had different forms, it was an eye-opener.
"Since you have such a Gu worm to observe talent qi, what is the point of holding this competition?" An Chong asked.
Hua Song chuckled: "You might not know, talent qi is like cultivation level, even if one possesses a larger talent qi, they might not be able to use it properly in actual competition. Furthermore, this competition requires them to make poems on the spot, they cannot cheat. We want to test the upbringing of these scholars, some who have abundant talent qi might not have sufficient inspiration to create the highest quality poems."
An Chong nodded: "I see that the formations here are interlinked, they are able to amplify the creative thinking of the scholars?"
Hua Song nodded: "Indeed, you are very perceptive! Within the immortal formation, scholars are able to display greater abilities than usual, they will make full use of their talents."
As they spoke, the door was knocked.
After getting Hua Song's permission, the waiter brought over an array of dishes and wine.
"Eight treasure duck, golden thread crispy sparrow, panda crab meat, they are all signature dishes of our teahouse, please enjoy the food." The waiter said.
Hua Song gave the waiter one primeval stone as a tip before he left the room.
Hua Song explained to An Chong: "Envoy, even though the tea here is mortal tea, it was created by Lord Hua Yu in his youth, when he was still a rank four Gu Master, he became the top scholar and thus this tea was named by him as the top scholar tea."
"Oh?" An Chong became interested now, this was the creation of a rank eight Gu Immortal in his youth.
"Then I will have to savor this well." An Chong drank it, he shut his eyes as he tasted the tea, in a daze, he felt a rush of excitement in his heart, it was as if he had attained success after decades of hard work, he finally gained the reputation and fame that he deserved, life was at its peak!
"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely: "Even though this is a mortal tea, it has a trace of human path ingenuity within it!"
During the fate war, Central Continent's Heavenly Court used multiple human path killer moves with shocking power, the entire world knew about it. Thus, human path became renowned in the world, everyone knew about it.
While the two immortals were enjoying their tea, the bronze gate of the first competition ground opened slowly.
The crowd of people waiting before the gate erupted into a huge commotion.
"It's opening, it's opening!"
"Don't squeeze."
"Quickly let me in."
The crowds charged through the gate.
Li Xiao Bai was among them, but he was at the back instead.
He moved along with the people as he analyzed the rules of this competition.
"The world poetry competition has eighteen rounds, each one has a question, everyone has to answer it, regardless of how many people, their final product will be assessed and only half will be able to pass."
"Towards the later rounds, the numbers will continue being halved. Like this, once someone passes all eighteen rounds, they will fulfill the condition."
"If someone fails once, they will have to return to the previous round. If they keep losing and fall out of the first round, they will be out."
"However, this poetry competition will last for seven days. Everyone has three opportunities to try even if they get kicked out of the first round."
"This way, Profound Literature grotto-heaven will be able to pick the most eligible Gu Immortal seeds. Even if someone makes a mistake, they will have a chance to try again. But if any scholar fails to perform throughout the seven days, it will mean that they are not up to standard, they are not qualified to receive the grotto-heaven's help to become an immortal."
Li Xiao Bai retracted his thoughts, he had already arrived at the first arena.
The arena was large but packed with scholars.
There were males and females, young and old, the number of people exceeded the thousands.
This was just the first day.
Li Xiao Bai waited for another fifteen minutes in the arena before all of the scholars had joined the first round.
There was truly a sea of people, the liveliness was overwhelming.
Thankfully, the first arena was an immortal formation space, it could expand casually and hold so many scholars without problems.
Bang… bang… bang!
As the drums rolled, a voice was transmitted into the scholars' minds: "World poetry competition, first question — Spring, the time limit is five minutes."
After saying that, the voice vanished.
"The first question is spring?"
Many scholars frowned while many scholars showed happy expressions.
Li Xiao Bai thought to himself: "There are simply too many spring poems in existence, this question seems really easy. After all, most scholars would have some sort of verses related to this theme. Even though the world poetry competition requires the creation of poems on the spot, a person can easily modify existing verses to create their own new poems."
"But in reality, this question is quite the tough one." Li Xiao Bai had an expression of deep thought.
He knew that his poem was going to compete against the surrounding people. As long as he was stronger than half of them, he would progress to the next stage.
Many scholars noticed this as well.
Many people started to think, some sat down on the ground while others paced around with their arms behind their backs, some lowered their heads, muttering softly to themselves.
Li Xiao Bai's thought was: "Which poem do I use, or steal?"
There were many spring related poems in his memory, they were all amazing classics.
But using a legendary classic from the start was not good, this would not allow Li Xiao Bai to explain himself in the future. He did not have top tier talent qi, if he took out a shocking poem now, he would attract suspicion.
If his luck was good now, Li Xiao Bai might take slight risks. But now that he was having bad luck, Li Xiao Bai decided to play safe.
While Li Xiao Bai was thinking about it, many scholars already started to make their poems.
Thus, all kinds of lights shining in all colors, weak or strong, appeared. Whenever the light fades from a scholar's body, they would have some gains.
Some gained Gu worms, some gained a rise in cultivation level, some recovered primeval essence, while others recovered from fatigue.
This was the killer move known as assisting literary talents.
Profound Literature grotto-heaven's creator, its original owner, had used this move before his death. Because of assisting literary talents, more and more scholars were encouraged to study, it eventually created the environment of Profound Literature grotto-heaven where most people were scholars.
Li Xiao Bai decided on his poem.
He coughed lightly before starting his recital.
"A moonlit night[1]."
"Deep into the night the moon shines on half a cottage, across the sky the Big Dipper lies, the Little Dipper tilts an incline."
"The warmth of spring is readily felt tonight, through the green window screen, insects buzz and hum."
After Li Xiao Bai finished his recital, a light buzzing noise could be heard around him, his entire body shined in an intense green light.
Whoosh.
The scholars around Li Xiao Bai felt an invisible pressure as the green light forced them to move aside, a huge empty space was created with Li Xiao Bai at the center.
"Such, such a strong light!"
"A famed poem has appeared!"
"To think that a famed poem would appear so quickly. I wonder who created it?"
Many scholars lost their train of thought, they all looked towards Li Xiao Bai with admiration and suspicion.
Li Xiao Bai had a calm expression but he was a little conflicted inside: "Sigh, I went overboard a little, the effect was so eye-catching, I gained too much attention."
He looked around, hoping someone would step up and take the attention away from him.
As the green light entered his aperture, his cultivation level rose.
"Oh! A famed poem has appeared, let me go read it." At the teahouse, Hua Song had a sensation.
After reading Li Xiao Bai's work, Hua Song nodded in satisfaction: "Brilliant, brilliant! This Li Xiao Bai is very young but his poems are very mature."
"Normally, spring poems would use verses involving greenery or peach blossoms. But this poem uses another train of thought, using the night scene to conceal the spring light, it is quite interesting."
"The final verse must be created using Li Xiao Bai's personal experiences. It has a refreshing, happy, and lively feeling."
"Poems take after the creator, this Li Xiao Bai has a superb mindset!"
Hua Song praised it for a while, as if he had just eaten a delicacy of the world. He looked at An Chong as he smiled: "I wonder what envoy thinks of this poem?"
An Chong felt a headache as he thought: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know what's so good about this poem. Sigh, he wants me to critique it, what should I say?"
[1] Poem by Liu Fangping.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


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