At this moment.
The entire live broadcast room fell into a deadly silence.
Some showered Lin Fan with praise, elevating him to the heavens, while others silently opened their search interfaces, looking for the origin of the poem.
A quick search revealed something astonishing – the poem was nowhere to be found.
This meant the poem was Lin Fan's own creation?
Instantly, many were deeply moved.
To be able to compose poetry, and with such talent, was this person truly a favored child of heaven?
In the live broadcast room.
Lin Fan, with a sorrowful expression, gazed at the sunset clouds and let out a long sigh.
"Alas, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, yet it is always near dusk!"
"It's getting late, and the broadcast must end. If anyone needs elixirs, please come back tomorrow."
With that, he closed the broadcast and let out a sigh of relief.
His line, 'The sunset is infinitely beautiful, yet it is always near dusk,' left people stunned once more.
The poem was exquisite. Although most couldn't articulate precisely why it was good, they simply felt it was good.
Central City.
An elderly scholar, a renowned researcher of ancient literature, was at home perusing classical poetry.
He was the foremost literary scholar of the entire human race, possessing profound cultivation and mastery of ancient, modern, and post-cataclysmic writings.
At this moment, he was meticulously organizing ancient poems, filled with yearning.
These poems held profound meaning, inspiring deep contemplation. As he delved deeper into his research, his state of mind grew increasingly stable.
Just then, a disturbance was heard from outside his door.
He turned to see his young grandson rushing in with an anxious expression.
Seeing his grandson approach, a smile bloomed on his face, which then turned serious as the boy drew nearer.
"Grandpa, I've brought you a wonderful poem, would you like to hear it?"
"With your unlearned ways, what good poem could you possibly have? Let's hear it then!"
His grandson, indignant, loudly recited the poem.
"The autumn wind blows, wine quickly fades,
Grieving deeply, like parting's embrace.
Leaning on the pillar at dusk, unwilling to return,
My heart breaks with the sound of wind and rain on green lotuses."
As he finished speaking, his grandson waited for his grandfather's response, only to find the old man completely stunned.
"Grandpa?" his grandson called out.
The old man snapped back to attention, savoring the imagery within the poem. He grew increasingly excited, grasping his grandson's arm. "Did you compose this poem?"
His voice trembled with excitement, and a hint of hidden anticipation.
His gaze was fervent, brimming with expectation.
His grandson blinked, then quickly shook his head. "Grandpa, I didn't compose it. I heard it in a live broadcast."
A live broadcast?
The old man's brow furrowed in confusion.
His grandson activated his wrist communicator, opening the live broadcast. By now, Lin Fan had already ended his stream, but many had recorded it, so the video could still be found.
After the old man watched the video, he was profoundly shaken.
The last two lines, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, yet it is always near dusk," particularly stirred his soul.
He discovered a slight tremor in his cultivation, which made him even more ecstatic.
He looked up at the sky and sighed with a laugh. "Indeed, heroes emerge from youth!"
"Where is he? I must meet him!"
"Guixu, Southeast Base!"
The old man was momentarily stunned.
He stood with his hands behind his back and sighed.
"It's a bit far. I won't disturb him for now."
"Such a genius should be allowed to grow unhindered. I won't cause trouble. Grandson, send him a few invitation messages. After the war is over, invite him to be our guest."
"Yes, Grandpa!"
Meanwhile.
Master Yun observed the ancient poem Lin Fan had presented, studying it line by line.
Unfortunately, his appreciation was limited. He felt the poem was excellent and full of artistic conception, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact reasons for its brilliance.
"This kid is quite interesting. I wonder about his alchemy skills."
He put down his brush and paper and called for his eldest disciple.
His eldest disciple, Feng Lei, stood respectfully before Master Yun.
Master Yun said, "Disciple, go to the Guixu Southeast Base and make contact with Lin Yu and Lin Fan."
He then sent their information to Feng Lei. After reading it, a flicker of gloom crossed Feng Lei's eyes, which he quickly concealed, regaining his respectful demeanor.
"Master, your intention is..." Feng Lei had a handsome face, but his eyes always held a shrewdness reminiscent of a merchant, making him seem unreliable.
Master Yun sighed. "Over the years, I've taken three disciples. Unfortunately, your two junior brothers died in unfortunate accidents while foraging for herbs. Now, I must take another disciple. These two brothers, Lin Fan and Lin Yu, are excellent. Not only do they possess the method for refining Flesh and Blood Elixirs, but they can also produce them in batches. They are the disciples I favor."
"Go and inquire about their willingness to become my disciples."
The thought of his deceased disciples brought him pain.
These three had been with him since childhood. He had no wife or children of his own and had treated his disciples as sons.
With two gone, he could only place his hopes on his eldest disciple.
However, his eldest disciple was too cunning. Cunning people often sought shortcuts and were unwilling to work diligently. Consequently, his achievements had been limited for over twenty years.
He was already a seventh-tier alchemy master, while his eldest disciple was merely a second-tier alchemist. Twenty years of study had only brought him to the second tier, far behind his two deceased disciples.
Alas, fate is unpredictable.
Feng Lei's expression shifted slightly. He lowered his head and cupped his hands. "Yes, Master! I will depart for Guixu immediately."
Master Yun nodded and advised, "Go under the guise of supporting Guixu as an alchemist. There's a shortage of alchemists on the front lines, and they won't send you into battle. Go, and be safe."
"Yes, Master!" Feng Lei bowed and slowly retreated.
Watching Feng Lei's receding back, Master Yun took out a photo of himself with his disciples from a drawer and sighed, "Alas!"
Guixu Southeast Base.
Feng Lei presented his identification, and everyone respectfully greeted him, "Welcome, Alchemist Feng!"
Feng Lei glanced at the subservient crowd. He shed the reserved demeanor he had shown Master Yun and became arrogant and imperious.
He let out a scoff, gazing into the distance, and chuckled, "Lin Fan? Whether you are qualified to be my junior disciple remains to be seen."
...
Lin Fan's small wooden house.
Bai Xiaosa returned and was having tea with Lin Yu.
"Why have you returned?"
"With your clone here, I'm just a decoration. I might as well come back to rest for a few days."
"Haha, you're no decoration. When the war truly begins, your eyes will be a strategic weapon."
"I hope so. Both sides are showing restraint now, and the decisive battle hasn't started. I plan to cultivate for a few days."
"Aren't you returning to your own wooden house?"
Bai Xiaosa shook his head. "My house is too quiet. I prefer liveliness."
"Alright, find a place to go into seclusion." He gestured towards the room piled high with Flesh and Blood Elixirs.
Bai Xiaosa didn't mind, casually finding a corner, sitting cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
However, Lin Yu also noticed that this guy might truly have some means. No matter how much commotion Lin Yu caused on his side, Bai Xiaosa remained asleep.
Lin Yu was also quite busy today. He purchased numerous elixir boxes and worked diligently with his clone.
After boxing up the elixirs, Lin Yu handed them over to the postal company.
Given the current postal speed, they would arrive within a day.
Having completed this, Lin Yu relaxed.
"Let's check Lin Fan's live broadcast!"
As soon as he opened the live broadcast room, he noticed a change.
A tall, handsome young man was standing in front of Lin Fan. Although he exuded politeness, his eyes frequently revealed a hint of arrogance.
"Who is this guy? He has such a punchable face. So annoying!" Lin Yu muttered.