Chapter 119: Chapter 97: Once Promised to be the Top in the World

News came from another Black Hall elder who had used his Divine Soul to investigate upon hearing the commotion.

“Absurd! It’s utterly absurd!”

Song Yufeng was so livid his face turned a shade of iron blue, and suddenly a thought struck him, “What about Yue Yao? She didn’t go, did she?”

“Grandfather.”

At that moment, a voice came from outside Tan Palace, and Song Yueyao just happened to walk in.

Upon lifting his head to see her, Song Yufeng’s heart returned to its place and he breathed a sigh of relief,

“What brings you here? I was wondering, did Li Hao take everyone to visit the brothel?”

Although mentioning “brothel” in front of his granddaughter was somewhat indelicate, Song Yufeng couldn’t care less at the moment.

Song Yueyao’s heart also surged with anger upon hearing this, and she coolly responded, “That’s correct.”

“This boy, how preposterous!”

Song Yufeng was seething with rage.

Song Yueyao was startled, seeing her grandfather so angry, she couldn’t help but say, “Grandfather, it’s really not his fault.”

“What?” Song Yufeng widened his eyes, looking at his granddaughter.

Song Yueyao felt helpless and could only explain the whole situation.

After listening, Song Yufeng’s eyes widened even more, and the Black Hall elder beside him was also dumbfounded.

“You, you mean to say, Li Hao glanced through a sword manual and then demonstrated swordsmanship at the level of true form?”

“Impossible, that’s absolutely impossible!”

Despite his denials, Song Yufeng and the Black Hall elder had to believe it, especially since, according to Song Yueyao, dozens of people in the White Hall had seen it with their own eyes.

It was just that such a thing was too exaggerated to believe.

Song Yufeng’s first thought was that the sword manual had been leaked and Li Hao had secretly practiced it for a long time before revealing his skills today.

But his second thought was, even if the boy had practiced in secret, this was just too outrageous, wasn’t it?

After all, he was only fourteen years old. Did he start training as a baby?

With a Cultivation Level at the Fifteen Li Realm, already breaking the record of the nineteen states, but he now also mastered a high-grade swordsmanship at the level of true form?

Wait a second.

Song Yufeng suddenly felt something wasn’t quite right.

Li Hao might not only have mastered one true form level swordsmanship.

And it was not necessarily the case that their sword manual was leaked.

After all, Listening Rain Tower of the Li Family had numerous sword techniques, with who knows how many high-grade sword techniques. Even if someone secretly collected the Yin and Yang Divided Sword, why would they need to teach it to Li Hao?

The Li Family had access to peerless swordsmanship!

Since one’s energy is limited, they would have trained Li Hao in the peerless sword techniques, not waste time on a high-grade sword technique.

Thinking of this, Song Yufeng’s heart gave a violent twitch, and if that was the case, there seemed to be only one explanation.

That was, Li Hao indeed learned it by glancing through a sword manual once!

And he even reached the true form!

Listening to his granddaughter say, it seemed there was a process, initially showing perfect level, then stepping into true form, skipping the ultimate perfection…

Dammit, it’s still unacceptable!

Even if it was the reincarnation of a Sword Immortal, it would be no more than this… Song Yufeng’s face twitched, somewhat dazedly looking outside Tan Palace, what kind of child had the Li Family brought into this world?

It took a long time for Song Yufeng to come back to his senses and, thinking of the affair at the brothel, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself,

“This young fellow really dares to agree, not even considering his age.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yueyao’s face shifted slightly.

Song Yufeng seemed to recall something, smacked his forehead, and in haste said, “They didn’t wear the academy’s uniform there, did they?”

It was too late to stop them now.

Moreover, after a single lesson from Li Hao, the effect was so impressive it surpassed what the students had achieved with a year or two of hard training; letting them take a break didn’t seem unreasonable.

As long as they didn’t disgrace Tan Palace.

“They didn’t.”

The Black Hall elder stated.

Song Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, “The youngster still has some sense.”

…

On his way down the mountain, Li Hao encountered the prince who loved to compose poetry, Jiang Hanxing.

Learning that Li Hao was going to visit the brothel, Jiang Hanxing was so astonished that he immediately hitched a ride on the opportunity, saying he too wanted to experience it for himself.

Li Hao didn’t mind and let him follow.

Cloud Smoke Pavilion, the number one brothel in Qingzhou City.

Here, it wasn’t just about money for pleasure; it was usually a gathering place for the talented scholars from noble families where they would compose poetry and verses.

They often held poetry contests, and one had to come out on top to meet the head courtesan of Cloud Smoke Pavilion, who was none other than the famous Hong Wan’er, celebrated throughout Qingzhou.

By the time Li Hao and others arrived, a poetry contest was in full swing.

One needed silver to enter and poetry to partake in the musical exchange.

However, all these disciples from the White Hall were Martial Artists who had trained in martial arts since childhood. They could recite some famous poets’ works, but when it came to composing their own, they were clueless.

Luckily, Li Hao was well-prepared, having promised to fulfill their wishes, he naturally wouldn’t let them return disappointed.

“Come on, one for each of you, memorize these,” Li Hao summoned the disciples.

Zhou Zheng, who had a fondness for poetry, was astoundingly surprised. He had secretly prepared two poems himself, but never expected that this prodigious Martial Artist would also have poems at the ready.

It was known that participating in a poetry contest required original compositions, and borrowing someone else’s work would be scorned upon.

Jiang Hanxing, having witnessed Li Hao’s poetry talent before, also came over, his heart filled with surprise and disappointment upon hearing Li Hao’s confident claim. A poem per person, could they be any good?

But the next moment, his eyes bulged in disbelief.

Li Hao had no intention of showing off with poetry, naturally, he wouldn’t act like those transmigrated literary copycats, squeezing out poems one by one to impress.

He instead simply dished out an entire collection of them.

Soon, the whole poetry contest was in uproar.

As timeless masterpieces from Li Hao’s world were recited for the first time in this one, the whole Cloud Smoke Pavilion went from lively to boiling, then from boiling to silent.

“Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning…”