Transmigrating to Douluo Continent, A Moment of Godhood and Demonic Power

Chapter 96 An Encounter at the Yellin Lantern Festival (Part 2)

Qian Yuhan, Tang Xuan, and Tang Chen followed closely behind Mu Chen, heading towards the crowd. Along the way, Mu Chen kept muttering, "Excuse me, brothers and sisters." A moment later, he turned to the other side and said, "Thank you, uncles and aunties. Auntie, you're so beautiful!" Hearing this, Qian Yuhan and the other two couldn't help but smile wryly.

Finally, they made their way through the crowd to the front row and successfully met up with Fang Ya. Just then, the host, holding the soul-guided microphone, smiled and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, and distinguished guests who have traveled from afar, good evening!" This enthusiastic greeting was immediately met with thunderous applause, as if it would shake the entire venue.

"Welcome everyone to the annual Yelin Lantern Festival!"

The host shouted enthusiastically, his voice echoing through the lively lantern festival.

"It's no exaggeration to say that this year's Yelin Lantern Festival is the grandest and most spectacular ever! It will last for a full seven days!"

He waved his arms excitedly, his face beaming with joy. As a true Yellinian, how could he not be thrilled and excited about such a grand continental event being held in his hometown!

A burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, and people whispered among themselves, filled with anticipation for this unprecedented event.

As is customary, today, the first day of the Lantern Festival, the highly anticipated Yelin Poetry and Prose Gathering will also be held as scheduled. The host smiled and looked down at the audience, asking loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you all well-prepared with your 'ink' (knowledge/intellectual knowledge)?!"

"alright!!"

"alright!!"

The resounding responses echoed through the sky, with many people even raising their fists high in excitement, their faces flushed and their blood boiling.

However, at that moment, the host suddenly sneezed loudly: "Achoo!"

This unexpected situation instantly made the atmosphere at the scene somewhat comical.

"Hey, don't sneeze!" someone couldn't help but complain.

"Hurry up and tell me, I'm waiting for your ideas!" others urged impatiently.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Some people even joked and teased the host.

Despite their constant complaints, everyone was actually eagerly anticipating finding out this year's theme as soon as possible.

Seeing everyone's eager expressions, the host smiled slyly, then cleared his throat and said:

"This year's theme is—the moon!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the smiles of everyone present froze...

Upon hearing this topic, most people gasped. Qian Yuhan, however, was secretly overjoyed; one could say his inner voice was already celebrating his victory!

Qian Yuhan: The moon? Hahahaha—Dude, I've memorized plenty of Li Bai's poems, that's more than enough, woohoo—

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. Mu Chen, who was standing next to him, patted Qian Yuhan, who was laughing foolishly, and said, "Hey, fourth brother, what are you laughing at? I was thinking of making a name for myself, but it's just the moon."

"Isn't writing about the moon easy?" Qian Yuhan asked Mu Chen with a smile, snapping out of her reverie.

Hearing Qian Yuhan's words, Mu Chen looked at him and said, "You're overdoing this act."

What Qian Yuhan didn't know was that in Douluo Continent, composing lyrics and poems was a tool for cultural competition and a popular form of entertainment, much like the ancient literati of his original world. However, the difference was that Douluo Continent primarily focused on people or beasts, rarely writing about things like the "moon."

This time the theme is "moon," which probably stumped quite a few people.

The host on stage, having carefully observed everyone's expressions, announced, "Alright everyone, now—let's begin!!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a stall on the edge of the small square. This stall was where paper and pens were provided.

In the Douluo Continent, people typically use delicate quill pens, similar to those in Qian Yuhan's original world, when writing letters or recording important information. These quill pens are light and elegant, with soft tips that allow them to smoothly leave delicate lines on paper. However, for those literati who are passionate about composing and reciting poetry, the traditional brush pen still holds an irreplaceable position. When they hold a brush pen, dip it in ink, and wield it with grace, they seem to be able to perfectly express the poetry and emotions in their hearts.

Just then, Qian Yuhan led the group to a bustling stall. Tang Xuan, Tang Chen, and Mu Chen followed along purely for fun, while Fang Ya, like Qian Yuhan, was eager to show off her skills.

Suddenly, Qian Yuhan's gaze seemed to be drawn to something, and she froze, stopping in her tracks.

Upon seeing this, Tang Xuan, who had been following closely behind, quickly stepped forward and asked with concern:

"what happened?"

Before Qian Yuhan could answer, Mu Chen, unable to contain his curiosity, quickly stepped forward. However, when he followed Qian Yuhan's gaze, he was speechless, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time. After a while, he finally came to his senses, turned his head, and whispered in Qian Yuhan's ear, "Wow, a beauty, Fourth Brother!"

Qian Yuhan seemed not to have heard Mu Chen's words at all. She just stared blankly at the person in front of her. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses and smiled. This smile was subconscious, and it was precisely this subconscious smile that came from the heart.

"It's you... What a coincidence."

It turned out that the woman standing there was none other than Ouyang Luoxue! She was also looking at Qian Yuhan. She stood gracefully, as beautiful and captivating as a blooming flower. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and a mesmerizing smile graced her lips.

Ouyang Luoxue stared wide-eyed at Qian Yuhan in disbelief, pondering to herself, "Could this be what they call fate?" Her face was full of surprise and doubt, as if she couldn't believe that such a coincidence could happen to her.

Ouyang Luoxue had always had a special fondness for lanterns, so she would always come to admire them with great enthusiasm whenever Yelin City held a lantern festival. The colorful and uniquely shaped lanterns always captivated her, making her linger. This time, as she was preparing to get paper and pen to write a poem at a stall as usual, she unexpectedly ran into Qian Yuhan, a delightful surprise that filled her with immense joy.

As for Qian Yuhan, he had only heard of the renowned lantern festival of Yelin City from his father, but for various reasons, he had never been able to experience it firsthand. Today, due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to temporarily stop in Yelin City. He happened to arrive at this lively Yelin Lantern Festival and decided to take the opportunity to enjoy it. However, even he himself hadn't expected to encounter Ouyang Luoxue here.

Mu Chen asked in confusion, "Uh, you know the fourth brother? And who is this—"

"My friend, as I told you before, is the one I lost to in the winter break tournament."

Listening to Qian Yuhan's words, Mu Chen clicked his tongue twice: This girl looks absolutely stunning, but I never expected her to be such a gentle and sweet girl, but rather a tough woman! She even managed to beat that monster, Lao Si…

"Hi, I didn't expect to run into you here, what a coincidence!" Ouyang Luoxue waved to Qian Yuhan and said.

Behind the mask of the guard standing next to Ouyang Luoxue, his face was filled with shock: their young lady had actually struck up a conversation with someone! You know, she only acted like this within the sect, with the sect leader and a few close elders. She usually wouldn't say a word to most elders. But today, this ordinary-looking young man—well, he was quite handsome, after all.

This guard was being sent by the sect to protect Ouyang Luoxue for the first time. He had heard many people mention before that their young lady seemed to have been talking to a young man for a long time, but he had never believed it. Today, he believed it.

"You're writing poetry too?" Qian Yuhan asked, looking at the paper and pen in Ouyang Luoxue's hand.

Ouyang Luoxue raised an eyebrow and asked, "Of course! What, want to have a competition?"

"nature."

Qian Yuhan: Damn it! I couldn't beat you before, but I'm not bad at martial arts. I'm not bad at academics! I'm not fighting alone!

“Look, there’s an open space over there, let’s have a competition—” Ouyang Luoxue said, pointing to an empty table.

Qian Yuhan replied, "Let's go..."

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My final exam schedule is set: January 1.2nd to 9th. I won't be updating before the 1.9th because I need to hurry up and review. I'll resume updates on the 10th. Thank you everyone!!!