Chapter 55

"Ah! My martial soul technique has improved!"

"I can feel it too! It must be related to the bow!"

"That's right! Only we, the martial artists who use the bow, have a reaction. I feel that my mastery of the bow and arrow has increased by another ten percent!"

The pink light was indeed effective. Finally, an experienced female martial official summarized that the first line of the poem, "Bend the bow and fight as a man," had greatly benefited all the female martial artists present who used the bow and arrow as their main weapon and riding and shooting as their main combat method.

Cui Shilang and others had their eyes turn green, their faces flushed with urgency.

The old man, Wen Zhangyuan, took a few steps forward, grabbed Yue Heng by the collar, and scolded, "What are you up to again!"

"Sir Wen... I really didn't know!" Yue Heng was at a loss, how could he have known that this poem would have such an enhancing effect?

Zhang Junbei was extremely distressed. He slammed the table heavily and shook his head, "You could have just changed two words, right? Why not change it to 'hold the sword and fight' or 'hold the knife and fight'? Why did you say 'bend the bow and fight'? Not only did you only enhance the female martial artists, but you chose the weapon with the fewest users! Stupid! What a pity! How hateful!"

"Battle poem! Another battle poem! And a rare one that enhances female archers! How hateful!" A group of martial generals shook their heads, their faces full of resentment, feeling very wronged.

Because the demons generally had thick skin and tough flesh, the bow and arrow were not the most cost-effective weapons. The military did not place much emphasis on training archers, and martial artists learning swords, spears, and halberds far outnumbered those learning the bow and arrow. This was the main reason why Zhang Junbei and other martial generals felt so regretful and angry.

Yue Heng shouted loudly, "Unfair! Sir Zhang... Can I change it now?"

Cui Shilang roared, "Do you think you can just change the poem? The Fuxi stars have already reflected the soul of your poem. Do you think changing two words will make it a new poem?"

Although Wen Zhangyuan let go of Yue Heng's collar, he was still extremely distressed, "You, you! What can I say to you!"

County Magistrate Qi also wanted to criticize a few words. He had almost made it clear before that as long as Yue Heng prepared any poem and muddled through the celebration, it would be fine. Who would have thought that this boy would come up with another special battle poem, causing more trouble for them!

But seeing the scene in chaos, most people sighing and feeling regretful, with Yue Heng standing pitifully on the stage, not knowing what to say, County Magistrate Qi could only sigh.

"Lord Wang! Lord Wang!"

Suddenly, a scream came from the crowd of the Craftsmen's Guild. Several female craftsmen gathered around Lord Wang, whispering something into his ear, their expressions very anxious.

Everyone looked over, and saw Lord Wang with an expression of disbelief, asking in a flustered manner, "Is what you're saying true? Your ability to make bows and arrows has improved? They are more powerful?"

"Should... be... right..." The female craftsmen could only answer evasively.

Zhang Junbei bared his teeth and rushed over, asking, "Lord Wang, what's going on?"

Lord Wang's face was not good either, his expression complex as he looked at Yue Heng from a distance, "Half of the civilian bows and arrows used in the Hong County hunt are made by the Hong County Craftsmen's Guild. These three are second-level technicians, skilled in making bows and arrows. After hearing the poem 'Respect Mulan,' they seem to have a deeper understanding of the six materials used in bow-making, and have more insights into the proper combination of wood, horn, sinew, glue, silk, and lacquer. They believe that when they return to the Craftsmen's Guild, they can make more powerful bows and arrows."

"Ah?"

Is this possible?

The entire venue fell silent instantly, all eyes returning to Yue Heng, each person's heart heavy.

"Yue Heng! You owe me the 'Respect Mulan'!"

Zhang Junbei drew his sword with a clang, his face full of grief and anger as he rushed over.

The poem 'Mulan' doesn't specify what weapon Mulan used, so why isn't 'Respect Mulan' about drawing a sword or wielding a saber?

Why must it be about the bow and arrow!

"Sir Zhang! Don't be impulsive!"

Several martial officials and generals rushed over, grabbing his arms and hugging his waist, trying to stop Zhang Junbei from killing Yue Heng.

But as the chief martial official sent by the Chu Kingdom's military to Hong County this year, if Zhang Junbei were so easily stopped, he wouldn't deserve the title.

"Power of the martial soul, strength to move mountains!"

With a roar, Zhang Junbei's figure seemed to grow larger, easily shaking off the martial artists trying to stop him. Like the martial god Xiang Yu, he moved with the strength to move mountains and the might to cover the earth, unstoppable, about to reach Yue Heng.

Yue Heng was terrified, this was really a matter of life and death!

His first reaction was to run, but glancing at the delicate and weak woman beside him, he hesitated not at all, lunging sideways to hug Su Weiwei's slender waist, making sure to land first to avoid hurting the beauty.

"Power of the divine palace, 'Imprison'!"

Cui Shilang, eyes red, blue light bursting from his body, used his strongest attack, quickly forming the oracle bone character 'imprison' in the air with his hands.

The oracle bone character 'imprison' is a person surrounded by four walls, the power of the character can firmly trap the target in a prison, the most effective way to block and trap enemies.

Gurgling...

The aura prison appeared out of nowhere between Yue Heng and Zhang Junbei, rising rapidly, emitting a faint blue light, trapping the sword-wielding Zhang Junbei.

Cui Shilang was overjoyed, the middle-aged man also rushing out, even knocking over several chairs, unable to stop his forward momentum.

The sudden change stunned everyone present. In this split second, many quick-witted people guessed the truth. This wasn't about taking Yue Heng's life, it was clearly about抢夺诗文！

They were all anxious, and without hesitation, they rushed out to compete.

"You can't stop me! This poem is mine! Haha!"

Zhang Junbei's body spun rapidly, his sword cutting through the air like a saw, making a metallic cutting sound against the aura prison. He quickly broke through the prison, his figure moving as fast as lightning.

"Rogue, you dare!"

Now, who couldn't see his true intentions?

But by the time others reacted, it was too late. All the officials could only watch as Zhang Junbei grabbed the poem 'Respect Mulan' written by Yue Heng, leaped out of the scholars' encirclement, and jumped onto the second floor, stepping on several high buildings.

"Ha ha ha! Gentlemen, thank you for letting me have it!"

Standing on the second-floor railing, Zhang Junbei sheathed his sword, holding the poem 'Respect Mulan' and laughing loudly, his satisfaction evident.

"Shameless rogue! Return my poem!"

"Sir Zhang, the government office is right across the street. I will go back and communicate with the Department of Literature and file a complaint against you!"

"This battle poem with enhancing power is rare in the world. Even if its application is narrow, it cannot be monopolized by a third-level martial artist. Return it to the Department of Literature immediately, or we will definitely block your house!"

The civil officials, led by Cui Shilang, were furious. They had no ability to jump from the first floor, and they were all trembling with anger, pointing at Zhang Junbei and scolding him.

The martial generals finally realized what was happening, and many of them jumped to the second floor, standing beside Zhang Junbei to support him, arguing with the civil officials downstairs.

The scene was chaotic.

Yue Heng lay on the ground, his back aching slightly, as if he had hit something hard.

But with Su Weiwei's fragrant body in his arms, her beautiful face close to his, and her eyes filled with a mischievous smile, it seemed she was very satisfied with his reaction.

"Miss Su... cough, I was a bit too abrupt just now, I'm really sorry..." Yue Heng helped Su Weiwei up, quickly letting go of her and standing a step away.

Su Weiwei smiled, her expressive eyes forming a crescent moon, her face blushing slightly, looking exceptionally charming.

Most people were watching the civil officials and martial generals argue, but many still noticed Yue Heng and Su Weiwei's actions. Many young men felt jealous, and the women felt a pang of jealousy. Wen Xin Yue, who had been paying close attention, gritted her teeth, her lower lip bitten until it bled, a touch of red seeping out.

On the stage, County Magistrate Qi shouted, "Sir Zhang, this is a work by our student Yue Heng. You can't just take it away!"

Zhang Junbei smiled, "Sir Qi, you are mistaken. The military also has battle poets and a dedicated battle song department. Since battle poems enhance martial artists the most, why can't I take it?"

County Magistrate Qi glared, "All articles in the world are managed by the Department of Literature. Even the 'Song of Gaixia' by the martial god Xiang Yu is kept by the Department of Literature! Today is the first time 'Respect Mulan' has been revealed to the world, we must report it to the Department of Literature!"

Zhang Junbei shook his head, smirking, "Report it, go ahead and report it. I just want to keep this poem as a collection. I'm not stopping scholars from reciting this battle poem. Why are you so anxious?"

The civil officials gritted their teeth. They wanted the poem, not who recited it.

Zhang Junbei's meaning was clear: once he had it, he wouldn't give it up. With the martial generals supporting him, all the scholars combined couldn't beat him. Moreover, the Department of Literature and the military were separate systems. Who would be afraid of a muddled account?

After a while of arguing, no one could determine who was right or wrong. The scholars couldn't fight, and Cui Shilang and others were helpless, turning to glare at Yue Heng.

"What now... It really has nothing to do with me!" Yue Heng was helpless.

Wen Zhangyuan wanted to say more, but since it really had nothing to do with Yue Heng, what could he do to punish him?

Cui Shilang gritted his teeth, "Is this your spring examination work?"

Yue Heng rolled his eyes, being stubborn, "Yes... And the list didn't have my name, so it seems the Mulan in the poem didn't resonate deeply with people..."

County Magistrate Qi and Wen Zhangyuan's eyes nearly popped out. How could he justify this?

This explanation really made sense, and Su Xun and Cai County Magistrate sighed, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

Cui Shilang had heard about the 'Early Spring' incident. Although he was angry, he considered the more serious consequences of leaking 'Early Spring' and could only suppress his anger, sitting down with a huff.

The civil officials couldn't blame Yue Heng, and the martial generals laughed and returned downstairs. Zhang Junbei, with a twinkle in his eye, set his sights on Yue Heng again.

---

End of the page.