I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 171 The Great Slaughter

Li Bai actually traded his thousand-gold fur coat and his dappled horse for gold and silver, and invited the students present to a restaurant.

Before long, one or two of them were drunk and staggering. Even Li Bai was drinking to his heart's content. He felt that the people he had made that day deserved to be in his world.

Just like Master Cen and Danqiu Sheng, they felt an inexplicable sense of harmony simply by looking at the two of them. After exchanging words, they hit it off immediately and regarded each other as lifelong friends.

"Hmph, let you be smug for a while! If your poems show even the slightest hint of discouragement, I'll make sure you lose all your spirit today." Brahma in the crowd was now lying down.

He clearly sensed that the illusion here had become somewhat out of his control ever since that poem about passing the imperial examination; to be precise, he was unable to forcefully advance the plot.

This gave Li Bai time and time again to catch his breath, but fortunately, he had no choice but to write this poem, whether he wanted to or not.

After all, the illusion that Brahma is now using not only incorporates the power of the future, but also stirs up a great trend.

Given the circumstances, Li Bai had no choice but to comply.

Now that the atmosphere was right, Brahma immediately spoke up: "Poet Immortal Li Bai, now that you've drunk wine and eaten meat, shouldn't you bring out your poems? Or are you just deliberately delaying because you're not knowledgeable enough?"

“My friend, you mustn’t be so nonsensical. Brother Li is a poet bestowed the title of ‘Poet Immortal’ by the Emperor of Tang. How could he not be literate? He must be. It’s just that he’s afraid his poems are not as good as those of Scholar Meng, which is why he’s been hesitant to speak.” Someone chimed in.

Meng Jiao, his face flushed and eyes glazed, immediately stood up and bowed in Li Bai's direction: "Brother Li, the reason you've spent so much today is because of me. I'll pay for the wine at this banquet; after all, I can't let you spend so much."

“That makes sense, that makes sense. Scholar Meng should contribute something. After all, Brother Li has almost pawned his calligraphy brush, and he probably doesn’t have much money left. He’s really putting on a brave face. I wonder if he can even earn back that horse and that piece of clothing, hahaha.” Brahma mocked without hesitation.

That wasn't all. Brahma continued to add insult to injury: "Moreover, Brother Li, as a poetic genius, is unable to be listed on the list and enter the court as an official. I'm afraid he has no future in this life. If he can't compose a poem on the spot today, then he should probably give up his title of poetic genius."

Every word was a gem, every word a knife! Li Bai felt a boundless killing intent, an intent not directed at the physical body, but at—the spirit!
Master Cen immediately took a big gulp of wine, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and then spat the wine directly onto Brahma's face.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky? Rushing to the sea, never to return!" Li Bai's eyes gleamed, and he immediately picked up his brush, instantly transforming that sip of wine into a towering, raging torrent.

Brahma was sent flying, and with the utterance of this poem, only Li Bai, Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, and Meng Jiao remained.

The Yellow River's waters swept away the restaurants in the area, and not only that, the once bustling city of Chang'an was also gone, leaving only the endless raging torrents.

Brahma landed steadily on the Yellow River, looking at Li Bai with an icy expression: "Such powerful evolutionary force, but your poem has already fallen short of the opening. I have heard it heard outside, and with this as the beginning, I'm afraid it won't connect with the scene just now! In that case, this poem is not complete, and your spirit will surely dissipate."

A smile gradually appeared on Brahma's youthful face. He was completely unconcerned that he had just exposed his murderous intent, thus alerting Li Bai.

That's exactly the effect He wanted. Faced with His attack, Li Bai would definitely unleash his strongest attack, so that everything that had been driven by the current situation would be completely ineffective against this poem.

Li Bai has already lost!
Meng Jiao then approached Li Bai and asked, "Brother Li, what should we do?"

Although Meng Jiao didn't know what had happened, the murderous intent displayed by Brahma seemed genuine, and he understood that they had probably offended someone they shouldn't have.

Master Cen and Danqiu Sheng landed in front of Li Bai, protecting him on either side: "Although we only have a day's friendship, it feels like we've known each other for decades. What do you need us to do? We will definitely die before you."

Looking at the two who spoke in unison, Li Bai felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "It's alright, they're just ants, not worth your risking your lives for me." Li Bai pushed them aside and slowly took a step forward.

"Great Brahma Demon King!"

"Hmm? Are you still going to struggle? Your attack just now, which started with poetry, didn't align with the overall trend. If you admit defeat now, I can plead for you at the Samsara Palace and let you join the Asura lineage as a general." Brahma genuinely felt a bit of appreciation for talent.

In recent years, the human race has never heard of an attack method like Li Bai's, which can transform poetry into artistic conception. All pioneers deserve to be remembered.

"Of course! After all, I am the Poet Immortal personally appointed by the Tang Emperor! Great Brahma Demon King, thank you for letting me truly experience what it means to write poetry at will, and to understand the true meaning of the poems my master gave me. I really hope to be your friend and create more illusions so that I can experience the true origin of those poems."

Brahma narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Bai's sincere appearance, and felt a sense of unease for some reason.

"Hmph! Wait until you can escape this illusion first, then we'll see how you fight me!"

Brahma moved, rushing towards Li Bai at incredible speed. Just then, Li Bai shouted, "Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair? In the morning, it was like black silk, but by evening it has turned to snow!"

"not good!"

Brahma, lacking formal education, failed to grasp the poignant sense of unfulfilled ambitions and fleeting youth found in the poem, and could only interpret it literally.

This maximized the power of the poem; His movements began to slow, His body began to hunch, and His face began to wither.

A deathly aura began to spread, and that wasn't all. He clearly saw the turbid Yellow River water become clear, eventually turning into a mirror that reflected his image.

The youthful face is gone, replaced by a face as bark as an old tree, ferocious and terrifying.

"Ah!" He let out a piercing scream, clutching the white hair growing on his sides in disbelief.

He is Brahma, who is said to have an immortal face, yet now, under this line of poetry, he is beginning to age?

His figure slowly walked towards Li Bai from the Yellow River, his steps faltering and his movements extremely slow. His teeth had fallen out, his speech was slurred, and his voice had become indistinct, yet one could still feel his deep hatred.

"Li Bai, the stronger your killing intent, the less you can align with the previous trend. You will not be able to create poems that conform to the illusion driven by the previous trend. You will perish here along with this wisp of my will. You will be obliterated by the trend!"

As if in response to Brahma's words, lightning chains began to appear around Li Bai, ready to strike him at any moment.

"Is that so?" Li Bai scoffed.

"Don't be so stubborn. I don't believe that your poems, which are so full of killing power, can connect with the previous pleasure!" Brahma replied tremblingly.

"Alright, then I'll show you what a true poet is all about!"

(End of this chapter)