The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 60 The Saintess Is So Miserable

Wang Wanqiu broke through to the Heart Guarding Realm.

She did have considerable talent, and after experiencing life and death several times, she was already on the verge of breaking through. The stimulus of Lin Yun’s poem helped her achieve a breakthrough on the spot.

However, upon entering the Heart Guarding Realm, Wang Wanqiu realized that she had merely moved from the peak of one mountain to the base of another.

Advancing from the Divine Cultivation Realm into the Heart Guarding Realm meant that from this point on, Divine Sense could also be referred to as Heart Sense.

The Heart Guarding Realm is a stage of cultivation where one’s combat strength may fluctuate greatly because the human heart is also subject to change, making this stage perilous, with the inner self more susceptible to external disturbances.

Furthermore, the Heart Guarding Realm is more prone to breeding Heart Demons. The so-called Heart Demons are not actual demons; it’s just that human thoughts are inherently complex, some being positive and uplifting, while others are negative and lazy. Those negative energies are akin to Heart Demons.

During this stage, one must steadfastly guard their heart without faltering, hence the name Heart Guarding Realm.

Should one fail in guarding their heart, at best their realm would regress, at worst, they would die, and their path would dissolve.

Wang Wanqiu also came to understand the three great obsessions in her heart.

One was to slay demons, eradicate evil, and protect the Mortal Realm’s Righteous Path.

The second was to save her mentor.

The third was the pursuit of the Great Dao.

"Thank you."

Wang Wanqiu said sincerely from her heart.

If it hadn’t been for Lin Yun’s poem, perhaps after she returned to the Sword Sect to recuperate for a while, she might have been able to break through as well.

But this was uncertain; even after many trials, she could still have ended up making no progress for ten, or even dozens, of years.

After all, the true breakthrough is what had happened now.

"No need for thanks."

Lin Yun replied with a smile, but inside, he was quite frustrated.

I thought I came here to freeload, but it turns out I was the one who got freeloaded.

Seeing my copied poem, you achieve a breakthrough, and you don’t even pay for it!

I’m pretty annoyed.

Especially looking at the densely packed paper, Lin Yun was speechless as well.

Why did my brain short-circuit, and I chose this one?

This darn poem is way too long.

Nevertheless, since this poem could help Wang Wanqiu break through, it should be a sure bet, right?

Lin Yun finished the last line of the poem, thought for a moment, and finally signed two characters at the end.

Yi Ming.

Although it had become common practice to be a Literature Copyist in another world, Lin Yun felt embarrassed to sign his own name. He couldn’t bear to neglect such a treasure; who wouldn’t want ten thousand taels of gold!

This was also quite good.

When Wang Wanqiu was breaking through, some people had already turned their attention to Lin Yun, but no one dared to speak out or interrupt. A poem that wasn’t even finished could give someone an insight and make them break through, so what would happen once it was completed?

Thus, everyone was waiting.

No sooner had Lin Yun finished writing than a maidservant came over, taking a stack of papers to the judges.

The other contestants were shocked at this scene. This guy, writing so fast, and with so much work?

Those still competitive buried themselves in thought, while those primarily there for entertainment focused on the judges.

The maidservant arranged the poems, and the three judges began their appreciation.

The Flower Fairy was one of the judges; the other two were the dean of Cold Moon Academy and a well-known literary prodigy. Naturally, these two were just part of the spectacle; the main concern was the wishes of Guanghan Palace.

They could offer their different opinions because, after all, conflict makes for good entertainment!

Just stir up the flames a bit, support different people, otherwise, why would the onlookers spend money on flowers?

However, this time things were a bit different. After the Flower Fairy finished reading, she praised the work thrice and even began to recite it herself.

And with each step she took, the Flower Fairy recited a line.

All eyes followed the Flower Fairy, knowing she was heading towards Lin Yun, and many envied him deeply.

However, as the Flower Fairy continued walking, she found herself in an awkward situation.

She had envisioned that by the time she reached Lin Yun, the poem would have just concluded, and then she would say a few words to him to express her awe. This would heighten others’ animosity toward Lin Yun.

Envy is the original sin.

So, when the voting began, others would surely choose not to vote for Lin Yun.

But some would follow her lead, truly finding Lin Yun’s work to be admirable, resulting in a great battle.

Only with a fierce competition could she make more money.

However...

This damned poem is so long!

I’m almost in front of Lin Yun and still haven’t finished reciting it, which is quite awkward.

Continuing to stand there reciting the poem would look pretty dumb.

But I can’t just leave it unfinished.

At this time, I have no choice but to use my superpower.

"Fellow Daoist, when I come up to you later, please look into my eyes and then slowly finish the rest of the poem."

After Lin Yun heard Flower Fairy’s telepathic message and saw her eyes, he immediately understood her awkwardness.

Aha, are all the Saintesses of the Orthodox Sects this funny?

Wouldn’t you have been fine if you hadn’t pretended to be cool earlier?

Lin Yun blinked, looking perplexed.

"After this is done, I’ll give you a thousand taels."

Lin Yun still acted as if he hadn’t heard her.

"Gold."

Lin Yun winked at Flower Fairy.

I didn’t want to recite poems in public in the first place, but...

She’s offering too much.

So, as Flower Fairy walked over, Lin Yun appeared enchanted, looking into her eyes and slowly reciting the remainder of the poem.

Then, Lin Yun also understood why Flower Fairy was offering money.

Indeed, standing here reciting poetry did look very dumb, especially when everyone was watching you.

Lin Yun had no choice but to gaze up at a 45-degree angle towards the sky, just glimpsing the moon. The breeze brought a familiar fragrance of flowers.

Lin Yun quickly realized what it was, and then he dared not turn his head.

Fuck!

Is the Saintess of Guanghan Palace an undercover agent from Yu Ling Sect?

That’s shocking, what could Yu Ling Sect have done?

Guanghan Palace is way stronger than Yu Ling Sect, and its status in the world is much higher. The Saintess is the future Palace Master; isn’t being the Palace Master good enough?

Suddenly, Lin Yun thought of many things, like the ’pathetic Saintess’ and so on.

Cough cough cough, unhealthy thoughts. Anyway, I need to stay composed and not slip up.

He knew that Flower Fairy must recognize him.

As Lin Yun expected, Flower Fairy was indeed looking at him, but her gaze was filled with admiration.

The eyes of the men around turned lemon-shaped, and even the incarnation of Dongfang Hongyue almost burst into flames.

Finally, Lin Yun finished the poem, and the poetry session quieted down again.

The others who were still writing their poems were a bit lost on how to continue, seeing such a formidable opponent.

Forget it, competing for first place is hopeless now. Let’s see if I can fight for second or third!

However, just at that moment, someone declared with passionate conviction, "The talent of others in this world may be like fireflies or candles, but I, Wang Lang, consider my talent akin to the stars. Yet, meeting you, fellow Daoist, how can the light of the stars shine against the bright moon? This poem, I am too ashamed to show my disgrace any further."

Hearing that, he tore up the paper in front of him completely.

Flower Fairy’s eyes widened in an instant.

Fuck, don’t make a scene, you drama king!

With Wang Lang saying this, when people talk about Lin Yun’s talent being like the bright moon in the future, they will also remember Wang Lang’s declaration of his talent being like the stars.

Everyone else is just a firefly.

That’s not important. What’s important is that if anyone present lacks the confidence to write a poem better than Lin Yun’s, who would dare to put pen to paper?

To write would just be to embarrass oneself, right?

Soon, those who followed Wang Lang’s example and tore up their poems were not few.

With the herd mentality taking over, everyone began tearing up their work.

Flower Fairy: "..."

Those sounds, like countless blades, tore open the wounds in her heart.

How much money am I losing here...