C603 A Bad Guy with Technical Content!(part II)

Sure enough, when Lee Yuanye said that, the head of Moon Light Martial Mansion looked visibly uncomfortable.

"What? You don't have any right now? No worries, my buddy and I have plenty of time. If needed, we'll just stay at Moon Light Martial Mansion for a while, and once you have some, we'll give it a try. My little brother here hasn't tasted Moonlight Nectar yet, so it'll be a good experience for him."

Lee Yuanye was using his shameless tactics again.

"In that case, the two of you will have to wait a bit. We'll arrange accommodations for you and make sure you're well taken care of!"

The head of Moon Light Martial Mansion's response left Lee Yuanye dumbfounded. His usually foolproof plan had failed; they weren't buying it and agreed right away.

Suddenly, Lee Yuanye realized his mistake and glanced at Woo Zhengyang, remembering that they had walked right into a trap together.

"Mr. Zhengyang, I think I made a little mistake..." Lee Yuanye whispered.

Woo Zhengyang shot him a look and said, "When don't you make mistakes?"

From the start, the head of Moon Light Martial Mansion had been overly hospitable, which was suspicious. Now, without them even making a move, Lee Yuanye had already dragged Woo Zhengyang into it.

"No worries, as long as I'm here, they won't dare do anything to you!" Lee Yuanye assured.

"If they really didn't dare, they wouldn't be letting us stay..." Woo Zhengyang replied skeptically.

"Don't worry, brother. I can definitely protect you. If they dare to act out, I'll make sure they're kicked out of the Moon Light Martial Mansion. Plus, we can take that big moon of theirs back with us—I've had my eye on it for a while now."

Woo Zhengyang was speechless... But he knew Lee Yuanye wasn't joking about these things. Even though he hadn't seen it firsthand, Woo Zhengyang could sense that Lee Yuanye's combat skills were extraordinary. Moreover, he had some peculiar tricks up his sleeve that were even more unpredictable than his fighting prowess.

If push came to shove, there was always the Invincible Cannon Car. Once that thing was unleashed, even ten Moon Light Martial Mansions wouldn't stand a chance. If they couldn't handle even one Martial Mansion, there was no point in heading to the Myriad Desolate Mountain or the Human Ancestral Land.

As they chatted, they followed the leader of the Moon Light Martial Mansion and his entourage toward the large, suspended moon.

"Mr. Zhengyang, you probably don't know this, but that big moon is the foundation of the Moon Light Martial Mansion. It's quite the treasure—it can glow, aid in training, and even be used to brew wine. Man, I'd love to have one," Lee Yuanye remarked with admiration.

"It really is a remarkable treasure," Woo Zhengyang agreed sincerely.

From a distance, Woo Zhengyang hadn't thought much of it, but up close, he could clearly feel his energy circulating much faster. It was undoubtedly due to the influence of this moon artifact.

Woo Zhengyang and Lee Yuanye's words made the expressions of the Moon Light Martial Mansion's leaders even more uncomfortable. From the sound of it, they seemed like they were here to take something.

"You two must be joking. Our humble possessions surely can't catch your interest."

"Well, you never know," Lee Yuanye replied with a grin. "Just the other day, Zhengyang was telling me that his Hundred Flower World has everything except a moon..."

Now it really seemed like they were here to take something...

...

The banquet was set atop the central peak of the Moon Light Martial Mansion, with the bright moon hanging almost within reach overhead.

"This scene inspires me to write poetry!" Lee Yuanye suddenly stood up, gazing at the full moon above and speaking loudly.

"What? Write poetry?" Woo Zhengyang felt a bit overwhelmed. He never imagined Lee Yuanye would actually compose a poem.

"Why, Zhengyang, do you doubt me? I'm a genius in every art—music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose. I'm even skilled in alchemy and crafting," Lee Yuanye boasted shamelessly.

Woo Zhengyang rolled his eyes. With your knack for using the same word three times, you think you can write poetry...

Not only Woo Zhengyang but the others also doubted Lee Yuanye's poetic abilities. However, the head of the Moon Light Martial Mansion spoke up, "I believe in Young Master Yuanye's talent. We are all ears!"

At the Moon Light Martial Mansion, Woo Zhengyang was skeptical of Lee Yuanye's intentions. He suspected Lee was setting himself up for embarrassment. If Lee failed to compose a poem, he'd be humiliated. Even if he managed to create something, it might not be impressive enough to avoid ridicule.

Zhengyang glanced at Lee with a hint of sympathy, curious about his next move. But knowing Lee's shameless persistence, he doubted Lee feared embarrassment.

"When did the moon first appear in the sky? I pause my drink to ask tonight."

The room fell silent, captivated by the unexpected depth of his words.

"When did the moon first appear in the sky? I pause my drink to ask tonight:

Man reaches for the moon but can't grasp it, yet it follows him on his path.

Bright as a mirror above the red palace, its glow clears the misty air.

It rises from the sea at night, only to vanish into the clouds by day.

The rabbit grinds herbs through autumn and spring, while Chang'e lives in solitude.

We see the moon today, but it shone on people of the past.

As time flows like a river, both ancient and modern gaze upon the same moon.

May the moonlight always shine upon our golden cups as we sing and drink."

As Lee finished, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Even Woo Zhengyang was taken aback by Lee's unexpected talent. He had always known Lee was more than he appeared, but this display of creativity was truly extraordinary.

"Wow, the moon we see today is the same one that shone on people long ago! Young Master Yuanye, you've truly opened my eyes!"

"Pfft... I told you, I'm a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as poetry and prose. I'm also skilled in alchemy and crafting! Now, let me share another poem with you all."

This guy just couldn't stop. He was about to compose another poem, but this time, no one interrupted him, and no one underestimated him anymore.

"When did the bright moon first appear? With a drink in hand, I ask the sky. I wonder which year it is in the celestial palace tonight. I long to ride the wind and return, yet fear the jade towers and crystal halls, where the heights are too cold to bear. Dancing with my shadow, how unlike being in the world below? Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the carved windows, shining on the sleepless. Shouldn't there be no regrets? Why is it always full when we part? People have their joys and sorrows, partings and reunions; the moon has its phases of dimness and brightness, fullness and wane. This has been hard to achieve since ancient times. I wish for us to live long, sharing the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles."

Everyone was utterly amazed, including Woo Zhengyang. He never expected Lee Yuanye to finish his poem and then telepathically ask, "So, Mr. Zhengyang, how's my poem? Isn't it stunning?"

Woo Zhengyang was speechless, having never seen someone praise themselves like that, but he sincerely replied, "Indeed, it's excellent, truly stunning."

"Haha... I'll let you in on a secret, though. I didn't write it."