"Good!"
"In this round, you must compose a poem or a ci (lyric poem) with the theme limited to national hatred and family vengeance. You have one hour," the middle-aged Confucian Scholar said faintly to Player Zhang Hao.
Player Zhang Hao actually wanted to say that he didn't need an hour, but he held back. If he did that, what if the middle-aged Confucian Scholar thought he had stolen someone else's work and it wouldn't count?
"Call me when you've finished thinking," the middle-aged Confucian Scholar said, then disappeared from before Player Zhang Hao.
Player Zhang Hao took this opportunity to take out the ten high-level Wang Beast crystal cores he had obtained earlier in the secret chamber.
When Player Zhang Hao took out the high-level crystal cores, Little Dragon and Little Black in the pet space both became restless.
"Boss, give me that crystal core. As long as I swallow one of the crystal cores, I can immediately break through and become a Wang Beast," Little Dragon said excitedly to Player Zhang Hao.
Little Black in the pet space also became somewhat excited. It even appeared before Player Zhang Hao and waved its little paws at him, seemingly shouting something.
Player Zhang Hao smiled slightly. Because Little Black's recent performance had been quite good. So, he threw a Wang Beast crystal core to Little Black.
Little Black was greatly excited. It hugged the crystal core and flew back into the pet space. With this crystal core, it should be able to smoothly break through its shackles and advance to become a Wang Beast.
As long as it becomes a Wang Beast, it can become another high-level life form and gain the ability to fly.
Player Zhang Hao was also very much looking forward to it, wondering how long Little Black and Little Dragon's advancement would last this time, and what new abilities they would awaken during this advancement.
Player Zhang Hao took out the scroll.
There were four characters on the scroll: Mind Control Mystic Art.
"Ding dong! Discovered Mind Control Mystic Art. Do you wish to Cultivate it?" The System's prompt sounded.
"Cultivate!" Player Zhang Hao silently thought in his mind.
"Ding dong! Congratulations, Player Zhang Hao, you have successfully cultivated the Mind Control Mystic Art." The System's prompt sounded.
In his mind, Player Zhang Hao felt the wonder of the Mind Control Mystic Art and was immediately greatly amazed. Because this Mind Control Mystic Art was indeed very miraculous. It could control Martial Warriors whose mental strength was weaker than his own. It could be said that as long as your mental strength was much stronger than the opponent's, your Mind Control Mystic Art could have great effect. In short, the core of the Mind Control Mystic Art was mental strength. The stronger the mental strength, the better the effect of controlling the opponent. If your mental strength far exceeded the opponent's, you could even control them for a long time. If the opponent's mental strength was comparable to yours or only slightly weaker than yours, the effect wouldn't be good. But if the opponent's mental strength was even above yours, or far exceeded yours, then it would be dangerous, because if something went wrong, there could be a mental backlash.
Therefore, this Mind Control Mystic Art must be used with caution.
What made Player Zhang Hao slightly regretful was that this Mind Control Mystic Art seemed to be an incomplete version, not the full text. This scroll was only the upper volume. The upper volume only talked about how to Cultivate the Mind Control Mystic Art, but not much about how to actually use it. According to Player Zhang Hao's estimation, there should be two more volumes, and those two volumes would be the essence.
"Damn it, they only put one volume," Player Zhang Hao was a bit annoyed.
"But this shouldn't just be the upper volume. Could the subsequent rewards include the next volume?" Player Zhang Hao was full of anticipation.
"Senior, this Junior is ready," Player Zhang Hao said seriously to the middle-aged Confucian Scholar.
The middle-aged Confucian Scholar appeared and looked at Player Zhang Hao, saying, "Begin!"
"With hair bristling in fury, leaning against the railing, the drizzling rain ceases. Raising my eyes, I look up to the sky and let out a long roar, my heart filled with passionate aspirations.
Thirty years of fame are but dust and dirt, eight thousand li of journey are but clouds and moon. Do not waste time, let your youthful head turn white, regretting in vain!
The humiliation of Jingkang has not yet been avenged; when will the hatred of a subject be extinguished? I shall drive a long chariot, and crush the Helan Mountains!
With ambitious hunger, I shall eat the flesh of the Hu captives, and in cheerful talk, I shall drink the blood of the Xiongnu. When the time comes, I shall reclaim the old mountains and rivers, and pay homage at the heavenly palace!"
When Player Zhang Hao recited the first line, the middle-aged Confucian Scholar was shocked. Because he could feel the tragic grandeur and magnificent momentum of this poem. This was absolutely a masterpiece! An eternal famous line.
Of course, the middle-aged Confucian Scholar had no doubts about some of the place names in the poem. Although Jingkang, Hu captives, etc., were names from Earth, the middle-aged Confucian Scholar had been in the underground palace for tens of thousands of years. During this period, many dynasties had changed, so he naturally wouldn't pursue the origin of the names.
"Good, good... what a good ci! May I know the name of this ci?" The middle-aged Confucian Scholar asked, looking at Player Zhang Hao.
"It's called 'Man Jiang Hong'!"
Player Zhang Hao said.
"What a 'Man Jiang Hong', what a 'thirty years of fame are but dust and dirt, eight thousand li of journey are but clouds and moon'," the middle-aged Confucian Scholar praised.
"You've passed. This 'Man Jiang Hong' was a rare good ci even in our era. I like it, you've passed this round," the middle-aged Confucian Scholar said with a smile to Player Zhang Hao.
"Thank you, Senior," Player Zhang Hao was overjoyed.
A golden light descended, and Player Zhang Hao disappeared from the second room, arriving in the third.
At the same time, the people from Tianba Academy and Changfeng Academy, led by Jiang Xinwu and Gong Wencai, were frantically attacking the Restrictions.
However, these Restrictions were truly too strong. Although the two Colleges attacked together, they remained completely unmoved. This made Gong Wencai and Jiang Xinwu feel somewhat helpless.
Meanwhile, Mo Qing said to Ye Yunshang and others with a solemn expression, "Yunshang, let's go. If we don't leave now, we'll be in trouble."
Ye Yunshang looked at Mo Qing with some surprise and said, "What do you mean?"
Mo Qing nodded slightly and said, "The people from Tianba Academy and Changfeng Academy have gone to great lengths for the Baoku (Treasure Vault) here, but they got nothing. However, Player Zhang Hao got the biggest harvest. Tell me, under such circumstances, will the people from the two Colleges let us go?"
Ye Yunshang's heart turned cold. Mo Qing was right! If things were like this, when Tianba Academy and Changfeng Academy lost hope, they would naturally vent all their anger on them.
"Sister Mo, let's go!" Player Zhang Hao said.
Mo Qing nodded slightly and quietly led the people from Tianwu Academy away.
Three hours later,
Jiang Xinwu and Gong Wencai were both somewhat exhausted. These Restrictions were truly too strong. Even though they had used all their methods, they still couldn't open the Restrictions.
"Why? Why can't we get in, but that kid could easily break through the Restrictions here?" Gong Wencai was furious.
Jiang Xinwu looked at the displeased Gong Wencai and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, even if he got those treasures, so what? He's still just making wedding clothes for us."
Gong Wencai's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Jiang Xinwu, asking, "You mean?"
"It's simple, we just need to catch Player Zhang Hao. Then, won't everything he got be ours?" Jiang Xinwu smiled sinisterly.
"Hahaha... that's right, no matter what that kid gets, it will ultimately be ours," Gong Wencai sneered.
