My Master Knows It All-Chapter 389 - 161 Discussing the Tao Doesn’t Have to be Too Serious_7

"I admit defeat!"

Elder Huan Kong painfully covered his eyes. They had admitted defeat!

No, that’s not right. Poetry was all they lost at, the round of word compositions was still to come.

It wasn’t that Thousand Caves Door couldn’t afford to lose; poetry and word compositions were meant to be competed in separately. It’s like calligraphy and painting—although everyone talks about them together, in the end, they are judged separately.

Though poetry and word compositions are more closely related than calligraphy and painting, with most poets likely able to compose words at a comparable level, there are still differences. There was still a chance in the coming word composition round.

He hurriedly looked at a Cave Master and transmitted a message discreetly, "Cave Master Shi, there are still word compositions left to compete in."

Upon hearing this, Cave Master Shi quickly caught on and addressed Cao Zhen, "We admire Peak Master Cao’s poetry. We wonder if we might have the pleasure of experiencing Peak Master Cao’s word compositions as well. Shall we still take this place’s scenery as our subject?"

Cao Zhen suddenly panicked. When it came to word compositions, he didn’t remember many. There was "The Red River" and Xin Qiji’s "Writing Proud Words to Send to Chen Tongfu in Breaking the Formation."

The problem was, they didn’t fit the current situation.

It seemed there was also Su Shi’s trump card.

The day was also swiftly turning to night.

Cao Zhen’s heart lightened, and he whispered, "I’m willing to compose words as well, but I haven’t yet had the pleasure of enjoying everyone’s masterpieces. How about letting the others go first?"

Upon hearing this, the people of Thousand Caves Door looked at each other and nodded in agreement, "Then we shall humbly present our work first. How about Cave Master Shi begins?"

Cave Master Shi was obviously exceptionally adept at word compositions, and everyone was pushing him to go first.

Not shirking the responsibility, Cave Master Shi began to compose his wordpiece, "Rugged rocks pierce the sky, the lake..."

After a long while, Cave Master Shi looked towards Cao Zhen and asked, "May I know what Peak Master Cao thinks?"

Rather than responding, Cao Zhen turned to the others and asked, "How about everyone else? All of you came, all have composed; let’s share before discussing, shall we?"

He only prompted these people to compose as a delaying tactic. He couldn’t care less about evaluating them; to do so would be to give himself away!

The surrounding crowd frowned upon hearing this. What did Peak Master Cao mean by this? No evaluation, no appreciation—did it mean he didn’t think much of Cave Master Shi’s word composition?

But Old Shi’s composition was already quite outstanding.

At that moment, everyone became even more cautious, and the speed of their compositions slowed.

Thus, as one Cave Master after another composed their words, night had completely fallen.

Cao Zhen cleared his throat lightly and said, "Everyone, is it my turn now?"

Now, for the trump card to make its appearance.

He pointed towards the darkened sky and began, "When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky... People experience sorrow, joy, separation, and reunion, the moon has phases of waxing and waning... We share the same moonlight across a thousand miles."

Silence!

In an instant, the surroundings fell eerily silent!

"This word composition..."

"This..."

The Cave Masters from Thousand Caves Door were at a loss for words.

"Never knew such a masterpiece could exist under the heavens!"

"I don’t even know how to evaluate it!"

"We are not worthy to judge such an exquisite piece." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Without needing anyone else to say it, Elder Huan Kong knew that Thousand Caves Door had lost again, once more to the same person from Hundred Peaks Sect.

What was with this Cao Zhen? How could he, the Peak Master who ranked last in Hundred Peaks Sect, possess such literary talents?

He excelled in calligraphy, musical rhythm, poetry, and word compositions. What else did he previously claim to be his specialty?

He couldn’t possibly be telling the truth about being skilled at everything, could he?

Elder Huan Kong’s gaze towards Cao Zhen grew speculative.

He couldn’t believe that a person could be so adept in so many areas, and yet, Cao Zhen proved time and again that such geniuses exist in this world.

The problem now was that Thousand Caves Door had lost again. If they continued to lose like this, people would no longer debate whether Thousand Caves Door or Hundred Peaks Sect was the leading Immortal Sect of the Mixed Clan—everyone might just turn to Hundred Peaks Sect.

Therefore, at all costs, they couldn’t lose again.

That Cao Zhen was somewhat bizarre, but the people of Hundred Peaks Sect who had come here weren’t limited to just Cao Zhen. There wasn’t just one Peak Master; there was also Lan Pili.

Perhaps they could start by dealing with Lan Pili.