Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

”Yes, what Sister Zhuang says is correct, even for the sake of millions of scholars in Ling’an Domain, young master must not easily fall!” Fu Yuanfeng stood up once more and saluted.

Xue An fell into silence.

Honestly, he really never cared about reputation.

He came to this world to find that person who altered the timelines of the Multiverse.

The rest happened just in passing.

So he straightforwardly admitted that the poems he made were all from Huaxia’s Tang poetry.

But who would’ve thought this matter would now involve the literary fortunes of the entire Ling’an Domain.

If those scholars were truly punished because of him, that would be a senseless disaster.

Thinking of this, Xue An nodded, ”Well, since that’s the case, I’ll just explain to them when the time comes.”

Xu Ling’an shook his head, ”Explanation is useless, at this point in the Central Region, there is already a consensus fueled by those with ill intentions; even if you explain, they won’t believe it!”

”Damn, those Central Region bastards are downright hateful; they just can’t abide by our poor and remote place producing a talent like young master, so they maliciously slander!” Bao Luo from Yunjing City suddenly said with hatred.

”Indeed, they’re just jealous! But the problem is, now the narrative control is in their hands, we are utterly powerless!” Fu Yuanfeng said with a bitter smile, evidently aware of the situation yet helpless.

Everyone fell into silence.

Every person’s face showed displeasure.

At this moment, Xue An said lightly, ”Actually, there’s still a way!”

”Oh? What way?” The eyes of everyone lit up, asking in unison.

Xue An extended his slender, bamboo-like fingers, gently rotating the wine cup on the table.

”Since they don’t believe those eleven poems were made by me, I’ll just make another eleven poems right in front of them, using their rules, then.”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Xue An continued, ”They can choose the topics, then I’ll create poems under their supervision, they can’t possibly claim this is copied, can they?”

Xue An blinked, ”What do you all think?”

Before Fu Yuanfeng and others could speak, Zhuang Manni was the first to exclaim her approval.

Just seeing her excited, with a flush on her cheeks, ”Great idea, in this way not only can young master’s talents be proven, but the previous plagiarism rumors dispelled, truly a wonderful strategy that kills two birds with one stone!”

”It’s great, but wouldn’t the risk be somewhat too high?” Xu Ling’an hesitated.

After all, it would mean going to their territory and doing things according to their rules; a mistake then would mean the efforts up to then would be for naught.

Xue An simply smiled indifferently at this.

”Rest assured, since I dare say it, it proves I’m completely confident; the general literary conference is imminent, aren’t they skeptical? Then I’ll do it right before the whole world...”

Xue An drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, his gaze sharp like a knife, ”Use poetry to hit them into belief!”