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

Chapter 97 An Encounter at the Yellin Lantern Festival (Part 2)

Qian Yuhan followed closely behind Ouyang Luoxue's light footsteps, arriving together at an empty table nearby. Fang Ya, Mu Chen, and several others followed closely behind Qian Yuhan. Fang Ya, who had originally intended to compose a poem as well, had now completely put down her pen and paper, clearly showing great interest in the upcoming poetry competition between Ouyang Luoxue and Qian Yuhan.

After everyone had taken their positions, Qian Yuhan gracefully placed the paper and brushes down, then carefully laid out the paper on a snow-white felt mat before expertly grinding the ink. As he performed these actions methodically, he looked up at Ouyang Luoxue, who was also preparing, and asked, "I wonder what kind of competition we will be using this time?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Luoxue did not stop what she was doing. She simply raised her head slightly and replied, "It's simple. We each just need to write a poem. After we finish, those people over there will give us a score. Whoever gets the higher score will naturally be the winner!" As she spoke, she gently gestured towards the direction of the host.

Qian Yuhan nodded knowingly, then slowly closed his eyes, as if the whole world had quieted down. He quietly immersed himself in that poetic and inspiring corner of his heart, his mind filled with beautiful words and phrases.

But when Qian Yuhan searched her mind for poems about the moon, she was dumbfounded.

Qian Yuhan originally wanted to use Li Bai's poem, but all she could remember now was "The bright moonlight shines before my window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, I lower my head to think of my hometown."

Qian Yuhan: ...My brain is so useless.

Just as Qian Yuhan was inwardly cursing herself, her gaze inadvertently swept over a stall not far away. The stall owner was intently making lanterns, while beside him, a cute little child squatted alone on the ground, enthusiastically playing with clay, even sculpting a warrior riding a horse…

This scene instantly stirred up memories buried deep in Qian Yuhan's heart. Back then, his father was still by his side, and they often played and frolicked in the garden at home. Qian Yuhan was mischievous and willful then, always pestering his father to play all sorts of games with him.

I remember one time, Qian Yuhan insisted on riding a big horse. His doting father didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately kneeling down on the path in the yard and willingly becoming the "horse." Little Qian Yuhan excitedly climbed onto his father's broad back, gripping a long wooden stick tightly in his hand, as if he had truly become a majestic, sword-wielding general. Father and son ran and laughed in the garden, spending an incredibly happy time together.

Thinking of this, Qian Yuhan couldn't help but smile knowingly. However, the smile didn't last long, because tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes and slid down his slightly pale cheeks.

Qian Yuhan slowly raised his head, gazing up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, silently murmuring in his heart: "Father, the moon is so beautiful tonight! Are you also looking up at this starry sky with me at this moment? I miss you so much..." The moonlight fell on him like water, illuminating his face full of longing and sorrow.

Ouyang Luoxue noticed Qian Yuhan's reaction, and then looked in the direction Qian Yuhan had been looking and instantly understood the reason—Qian Yuhan missed Uncle Qian Mo…

During her correspondence with Qian Yuhan, she learned that Uncle Qianmo had left him to carry out a very mysterious and dangerous mission. She also inquired about Uncle Qianmo from her father. Every time she asked, her father's state was almost the same as Qian Yuhan's current state, with a worried face and sighing... She knew that her father was also thinking about Uncle Qianmo, his most beloved elder brother, all the time!

Qian Yuhan gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turbulent emotions within him. Then, he slowly extended his right hand, grasped the exquisite calligraphy brush on the table, gently dipped the tip into the ink, lifted it, and then began to write again…

The moment the pen touched the paper, Qian Yuhan's eyes became focused and profound. He moved with the speed and grace of a calligraphy master, each stroke fluid, natural, and perfectly balanced in strength and gentleness. In this unfamiliar world, the brush in his hand seemed to become a link between the past and the present.

In the original world, Qian Yuhan lived in an orphanage. Although there was no warm family there, books became his best friends. Whenever he had free time, he would quietly run to the director's office, immersing himself in that small world and freely expressing himself through calligraphy. Day after day, year after year, his love for calligraphy grew deeper and deeper, and he eventually mastered this amazing running script.

Now, having transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, Qian Yuhan once again picks up a calligraphy brush, and memories of the past flood her mind like a tide. That familiar touch, the unique charm, and the tranquility that comes with writing instantly fill her entire being, making her feel incredibly warm and at ease.

Standing behind Qian Yuhan, Mu Chen quietly observed everything before him. He was captivated by the lively and elegant handwriting under Qian Yuhan's brush, his gaze following the movement of the brushstrokes. Finally, when Qian Yuhan completed the last stroke, Mu Chen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Fourth Brother, I never imagined you possessed such superb calligraphy skills! This handwriting is simply exquisite!"

Fang Ya, who had some knowledge of calligraphy, also praised, "Hmm, I've never seen such beautiful running script!"

Although Tang Xuan and Tang Chen didn't understand, they couldn't help but be infected by Qian Yuhan's dashing aura and nodded repeatedly to show their approval and admiration.

Before long, Qian Yuhan finished her dictation...

However, he now has a much deeper understanding of this poem—

Seeing that Qian Yuhan had already finished his work, Ouyang Luoxue couldn't help but walk over. After reading through Qian Yuhan's work from beginning to end, she slowly looked up at him in disbelief.

Qian Yuhan was somewhat at a loss because Ouyang Luoxue kept staring at her.

"What...what are you doing? Is there something on my face?" Qian Yuhan said.

Ouyang Luoxue smiled and shook her head. "Sigh, even if I had ten years, I still couldn't create a work that could surpass your masterpiece... I lose."

Fang Ya had been admiring Qian Yuhan's beautiful handwriting, completely ignoring the content. After reading it carefully, the way she looked at Qian Yuhan was exactly the same as Ouyang Luoxue's.

What a fine poem, "Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?"

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return, yet fear the jade towers and crystal palaces, where the cold is unbearable at such heights. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world? The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered windows, illuminating my sleeplessness. There should be no resentment, yet why is it always full when we are apart? People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and such things have always been imperfect. I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart—

Ouyang Luoxue could read the deep longing in the text, a profound expression of yearning for loved ones far away. She understood, of course, that this was Qian Yuhan expressing her own longing for her father—a longing that was intense and profound…

"Just lucky." Qian Yuhan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Well, after all, it's plagiarism... it's a bit dishonorable.

Qian Yuhan: Thank you so much! Brother Su Shi!!

Ouyang Luoxue then looked at the four people behind Qian Yuhan and said, "You must be the new students who are here to study at Tiandou Royal Academy. Hello, my name is Ouyang Luoxue."

"Hello, beautiful, no, Ouyang classmate. My name is Mu Chen. I've heard my fourth brother mention you before, the unparalleled talent of Tian Dou. Goodness, you've even given our fourth brother, whom we consider a freak, psychological trauma, hahaha. Now that I've met you, you truly are extraordinary—"

Ouyang Luoxue covered her mouth and chuckled. She had already guessed that this person must be Mu Chen, whom Qian Yuhan had mentioned in his letter. He really was a—goofball…

Qian Yuhan's face darkened upon hearing Mu Chen's words: Mu Chen, I'll curse your ancestors...

The other three also gave Ouyang Luoxue a brief introduction. Just as they were about to find a place to get something to eat, they heard the city's air raid sirens blaring...

Yelling Lantern Festival update complete! Back to studying for exams, guys. See you on January 10th! Happy New Year in advance!!