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Unbeknownst to him, at that moment, Chen Anlin and Fan Lingxue were discussing matters concerning him. Through Fan Lingxue, Chen Anlin learned that this Su had once been the lowest-ranking member of the Su family’s direct line, not favored at all and relegated to doing menial tasks.
He also had some issues with his mind; it seemed that he had suffered a high fever in his childhood that had damaged his brain, which was why no one respected him. However, not long ago, after experiencing another high fever, this person’s temperament had undergone a dramatic change. Suddenly, he seemed to understand many things and his literary talent had improved remarkably, as if he had transformed into a different person altogether.
After hearing this, Chen Anlin was almost certain that he must be a transmigrator.
“A person’s temperament changes so drastically; I’ve encountered something similar before. Can you guess the reason?” Chen Anlin asked.
Fan Lingxue shook her head. “Isn’t it because he suddenly became enlightened?”
“You’re thinking too simply. The person I encountered was possessed!”
“What? Possessed?”
Fan Lingxue’s heart stirred, and she fell silent. She certainly understood what possession meant, but that kind of thing felt too distant and unrealistic to her.
Meanwhile, over at Su’s side, after winning the poetry contest, he was in high spirits. However, someone soon suggested they start a couplet competition. Couplets! This was something they hadn’t really learned in school.
So he excused himself to get a drink of water and stepped aside, opting not to participate. He thought he would wait until these people finished their couplet competition before joining them again.
However, after quite some time, the group became engrossed in their couplet competition, which left him feeling helpless. What was so entertaining about couplets? They should continue with poetry! He could create poems and absorb literary energy to cultivate himself!
“Oh? Miss Fan, you’re back!” someone nearby spotted Fan Lingxue and called out to her.
In the city, everyone was a prominent figure from well-known families, and they all recognized each other. Fan Lingxue nodded, and at that moment, someone noticed Chen Anlin.
This young man had a dignified appearance; surely he could compose poetry as well? They wondered what his thoughts on couplets might be.
Chen Anlin chuckled. He was not well-versed in such matters, so he straightforwardly replied, "I'm sorry, I haven't really studied these things."
"Hahaha, turns out he's illiterate!" Su mocked as he looked at Chen Anlin with a smirk.
Chen Anlin felt speechless; it seemed these favored children of fortune were intent on ridiculing him. Although he had no interest in poetry, he could read and write. "I don't hide anything; I mainly spend my time on cultivation," Chen Anlin stated directly.
"Being uneducated is just being uneducated; there's no need to explain. We all understand!" Su retorted.
"Su, he already said he's not studying Confucianism or Daoism. Why are you randomly insulting him for being uneducated?" Su Hu frowned.
"Su Hu, your poetry skills are no match for mine, so you have no right to criticize me," Su arrogantly declared while folding his arms.
Before Su Hu could respond further, Chen Anlin interrupted him. He looked at Su and suggested, "How about this? I'll pose a topic since I'm an outsider, and you can compete based on that. If you win, I'll admit I lack culture."
"Ha! Sounds good! Go ahead and give me a topic; I can easily whip up some poetry," Su said with great confidence. After all, when he had crossed over to this world, he had found many poems from his previous life written on a page of golden script, making it easy for him to find relevant themes.
Chen Anlin addressed the crowd: "Then let’s use 'The Path of Immortality' as the theme for your poetry!"
Upon hearing this, Su was taken aback. In his previous life, there was no such thing as a path to immortality; everyone was just an ordinary person. There were hardly any poems about immortals, let alone about the path of immortality itself. The absence of such material meant there would be nothing to plagiarize.
What to do? What to do?! Su stood frozen in place, bewildered.
Beside him, Su Hu was free from such worries. Although he had just lost the poetry contest, he still possessed genuine talent. In an instant, after taking a few steps, he composed a seven-character poem titled "Difficulties on the Path of Immortality."
Once he recited the poem, those around him nodded in approval. While it wasn't perfect, it was certainly commendable. Many who believed in Su's prowess turned their attention to him. However, upon closer inspection, their brows furrowed in confusion.
Su's forehead was slick with cold sweat, and his panicked expression left many bewildered. "Su, this should be easy for you, right?"
The theme of immortality was one that even seven-year-olds could recite fluently in this world. They found it hard to believe that Su couldn't manage something so simple; it seemed absurd.
Yet, Su truly had no idea what to do. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say, "Um, about that theme of immortality... should I change the topic?"
Chen Anlin scoffed, "From what I can see, you don't understand poetry at all!"
"You’re talking nonsense! If I didn’t understand, how could I have just composed a poem?" Su glared at Chen Anlin. This guy was speaking the truth—no, he absolutely couldn’t let anyone know he was a plagiarism monster.
"You only managed to write because you copied! When faced with a topic you’ve never encountered before, there’s nothing in the books you’ve plagiarized from! That’s why you can’t come up with anything," Chen Anlin stated.
At this revelation, the atmosphere shifted abruptly! These literati despised nothing more than plagiarism.
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