Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 362

Smack, smack, smack!

Song Yu and the others, who were still in a daze, were suddenly slapped on the back.

Thump, thump, thump!

Unsurprisingly, the heads of the three n slamd into the desks in front of them. Just as they were about to curse in pain, a faint voice drifted from behind, "What are you still spacing out for? Hurry up and admit defeat... ah!"

Their scalps tingled. If they hadn't been surrounded by a crowd, they would have jumped up in fright!

Just what kind of people were around them?

So were gazing up at the sky, hopelessly captivated by Yue Fuguang's endless stream of masterpieces!

Others were deeply moved by the verses, crying one mont and laughing the next, acting completely unhinged!

Kong You, the first to concede, now had terrifyingly bright eyes. When Song Yu t his gaze, he couldn't help but shudder.

Kong You knew very well that if they didn't stop Yue Fuguang now, no scholar from their nations would be able to suppress her in poetry for decades to co.

All those learned scholars would be utterly conquered by her poems!

Kong You considered himself, much like Wenren Xin, to not be a pure scholar. Otherwise, with so many superior poets in the lands of Nanzhao, why would he be the only one standing here?

"The affairs of the world are but a great dream, how many cool autumns does one experience in life..."

"As if a sudden night of spring breeze has co, blooming pear blossoms on thousands of trees..."

"Ascending high to view the magnificent heaven and earth, the vast river flows away never to return..."

...Yue Fuguang was still reciting poetry!

"We admit defeat!"

"We admit defeat!"

Before Song Yu and the others could fully grasp the situation, Bei Ye, Xi Ling, and Yan Ji had already shouted out the words of surrender for them!

As the three breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts also sank to the bottom. It was as if all their energy and spirit had been instantly drained, and unable to support themselves, they slumped completely to the ground.

"The land is so rich in beauty, making countless heroes bow in homage..."

Yue Fuguang used this poem as her conclusion. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the shocked and disbelieving faces of the crowd.

Finally, her eyes landed on the ugly expressions of the people from the five nations. "Gentlen, yield when you lose a bet. Don't go back on your word now!"

After saying this, Yue Fuguang hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of tea. She was dying of thirst!

The people of Dayan knew in their hearts that she was a deity descended to earth, so they could still maintain their composure in the face of these masterpieces.

But the people from the other five nations didn't know that!

So, every single one of them looked at her as if she were so kind of monster!

Naturally, they had t many masters of poetry, and there was no shortage of outstanding talents among them, but...

No one wrote like Yue Fuguang, where every single piece was a classic that would inevitably be sung by the masses!

You might write one, two, or three good poems at a ti, but you couldn't make every single one a masterpiece. In the eyes of different people, it was truly hard to rank the poems she presented tonight.

Yue Fuguang didn't care what everyone thought. She just looked down at the table and the floor. Good heavens, was this thick stack of poetry manuscripts all recited by her just now?

She uncertainly asked Wei Ping, who was rubbing his arm, "How many poems are there?"

Wei Ping replied, "To answer Your Excellency, this humble official has thirty-two poems here."

"This humble official has fifty-nine poems," Feng Tang said, his hands still trembling slightly.

Wu Yong raised his hand. "Your Excellency, this humble official has twenty-one poems here."

Yue Fuguang smacked her lips. As a literary copycat, putting everything else aside, her mory was quite decent. She had just recited over a hundred poems she had learned from childhood through college in one go!

No wonder her enhanced body felt tired, and her throat was a bit scratchy.

Thanks to Yue Fuguang's performance, Emperor Mingxi's birthday banquet this ti was destined to go down in history, leaving plenty of material for future scholars and students to draw inspiration from.

The next day, the capital city saw a literal reenactnt of paper becoming expensive due to high demand. And Yue Fuguang's poetic fa spreading throughout the capital was just the beginning.

Her na and poems were drifting toward the borders of the six nations along with Dayan's snowflake paper, stirring up the literary circles and scholars' hearts everywhere.

Despite her massive fa, Yue Fuguang continued to attend court and classes as usual. After all, she was already used to being famous.

Faced with these hundred or so poems that had appeared out of nowhere, regardless of what the top elites thought, the literary circles of the various nations truly exploded.

Although ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‍poetry was often dismissed by so scholars as a minor skill, they would say that while gathering to write poems and compose lyrics every single ti. Without them, one would be embarrassed to even call it a literary gathering.

Therefore, when the literary circles of the six nations read Yue Fuguang's poems, there was both admiration and skepticism.

Whispers of plagiarism even began to faintly surface on the second day after the poems were revealed.

Regarding these doubts, Yue Fuguang wasn't as furious as the monarch and officials of Dayan, nor did she have the thought of silencing them.

She was indeed a literary copycat, but it was also true that these were original creations in this world.

So, they could doubt all they wanted. Yue Fuguang only asked two questions in response to the outside skepticism, which imdiately shut them up.

"Who did I copy from? Has anyone before ever written these verses and lines? If so, step forward!"

Since you say I copied, then find that person, or even find soone of an equal level!

Did the six nations have one?

Yue Fuguang really wanted to put her hands on her hips and laugh out loud. Sorry, but her ancestors were just too incredible; this world truly hadn't produced a figure like that.

Let alone a whole group of stunningly brilliant individuals with entirely different styles—bold and unrestrained, graceful and restrained, romantic or realistic. There was always one to suit your tastes!

[Host, what are you so smug about? It's not like you actually wrote them yourself!]

'These are the treasures left to us descendants by the ancestors of my hotown, can't I be a little proud! System, have you noticed? I flipped through the history books of the six nations and haven't found a single person like this.

Did sothing go wrong with the evolution of this world, which is why it couldn't birth...'

Before Yue Fuguang could finish her thought, she felt herself locked onto by so kind of aura, a heavy pressure bearing down on her head! It was the Heavenly Dao!!

Suppressing the palpitations in her heart, Yue Fuguang rolled her eyes and quickly glanced up at the sky. A gentle breeze, bright sun, blue sky, and white clouds—it was a beautiful day!

If the clouds in the sky hadn't arranged themselves neatly into a line of text, it would have been even better!

Yue Fuguang really wanted to curse a few tis. Only at tis like this did she profoundly realize the fact that she was rely a 'false god.'

This was different from people questioning her for plagiarism. She had never intended to claim the title of a talented female scholar in the first place, so she didn't care about that.

But she had clearly mastered supernatural powers with a mortal body, yet she still had to be subjected to the seemingly awakening Heavenly Dao consciousness of this world. It was super annoying!

In the Dayan Dynasty, Emperor Mingxi was above her, but if she wanted to, she could overthrow him at any ti!

But this one currently 'above her head' was completely out of her reach!

With a thought, a ball of purple lightning appeared in Yue Fuguang's hand. The color of the lightning ball was now much deeper than it had been two years ago.

The system seed to sense its host's thoughts and quickly spoke up to stop her, [Host, calm down! The consciousness of this world's Heavenly Dao is awakening.

Moreover, our arrival here has sothing to do with It!]

'So, It's actually the ultimate client boss!!'

[The system... doesn't know, but it definitely has sothing to do with It!]

'Did the three hundred years of internal strife cause It damage? Is that why we have our transmigration mission?'

Yue Fuguang rubbed her chin. In that case, they were a help to It rather than a hindrance, which ant the safety of their lives could be guaranteed.