Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Xihe, with Changxi by her side, stood at the edge of the barrier of the Taiyin Star, not having completely stepped outside.

Her gaze swept over Taiyi, then over the group of fierce-looking ancestral witches, and finally landed on Lin Xuan, who was dressed in white.

This young man certainly stood out among the group of muscular men. He was handsome, but that wicked grin on his face made him look anything but a good person.

"Gentlemen," Xihe's voice was clear and cold, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, "the Taiyin Star is a place of tranquility, averse to war. You have brought your armies to our borders; what is your purpose?"

When Taiyi saw the person in question appear, he immediately stepped forward, bowed, and adopted a polite demeanor.

"Fairy Xihe, I am Donghuang Taiyi. I have come today on the orders of the Heavenly Emperor to seek the hand in marriage with you two fairies. My elder brother, Dijun, is the ruler of the Heavenly Court, governing all spirits, and he and you two fairies are a match made in heaven. These are the betrothal gifts; please take a look."

After saying that, Taiyi waved his sleeve, and the several boxes full of treasures flew out, hovering in the air and emitting an alluring glow.

Xihe didn't even glance at the treasures, her brows furrowing slightly: "The demon race is quite arrogant. Bringing 100,000 heavenly soldiers to propose marriage—is this a request for marriage, or a forced one?"

Taiyi's face stiffened, and he was about to explain.

Zhu Rong couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! I told you this scruffy bird couldn't talk! Sister-in-law, ignore him! Look over here! Look over here!"

祝融把胸脯拍得震天响，指着林玄说道：「这是我弟弟林玄，巫族第十三祖巫。人长得帅，心肠好，关键是我们巫族护短！你嫁过来，以后谁敢欺负你，我们十二个哥哥姐姐帮你揍他！聘礼啥的我们也没带，反正你看上啥，我们就去给你抢啥！」

Lin Xuan, who was listening nearby, covered his face in disbelief.

Brother, you're making things worse! What do you mean by not bringing betrothal gifts? What do you mean by robbing us? We're civilized people!

Sure enough, Xihe's expression turned even uglier.

On one side are the bullying demons, and on the other are the bastards spouting nonsense. How can she choose? She doesn't want to choose either!

But if she doesn't choose, things might not end well today. She can't afford to offend either of these two forces.

Chang Xi's eyes darted around, and she suddenly tugged at her sister's sleeve, whispering a few words.

Xihe's eyes lit up after hearing this.

She stepped forward and said to the crowd, "We appreciate your kindness. However, marriage is a serious matter and should not be taken lightly. Our Taiyin lineage has always respected those with refined talents and disliked violence."

"Since both companies are interested, why don't we try a different approach?"

Xihe pointed to the osmanthus tree behind her, "Today we will not compete in martial arts, but in literary talent. Whoever can compose a poem that moves us sisters with the theme of 'the moon' will be given a chance. If you cannot, or only know how to brandish weapons, then please leave!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Comparing literary talent?

Taiyi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

The Wu tribe is notoriously brainless and illiterate. Asking them to compose poetry? That's like asking pigs to fly!

Although the demon race isn't particularly skilled at this, Taiyi had at least heard the Dao Ancestor preach, so he had some knowledge of the subject. This round is a sure win!

"Hahahaha!" Taiyi laughed loudly. "Is the fairy truly speaking of this? If it comes to literary talent, my demon race will naturally not concede! Those barbarians probably don't even know how to hold a pen, do they?"

The Wu tribe was truly dumbfounded.

Zhu Rong scratched his head, looking completely bewildered: "Huh? Writing poetry? What's that? Can you eat it?"

Gonggong also looked bitter: "It's over, it's over. I should have brought a few scholars to tie them up."

Dijiang looked at Lin Xuan and asked in a low voice, "Little Thirteen, what should we do? Should we just rob it? We really don't know how to do this fancy stuff."

Lin Xuan smiled.

He took a step forward, fanning himself with a folding fan, his calm and collected demeanor suggesting that he had everything under control.

"A contest of talent?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a confident smile. "Since Fellow Daoist Taidao is so confident, why don't you go first? I'd like to learn what the literary talent of the demon race is all about."

Taiyi sneered inwardly as he looked at Lin Xuan's pretentious posture.

Keep pretending! Just wait and see how embarrassing you become!

"Fine! Since you're courting death, then I, the Emperor, will grant your wish!"

Taiyi walked two steps in the void with his hands behind his back, looked up at the bright moon, and composed himself.

The entire audience fell silent, awaiting the masterpiece of this Eastern Emperor.

Taiyi took a deep breath and loudly recited:

"The moon is big and round, hanging in the sky."

"To illuminate my demon race and rule for countless eons!"

After finishing the poem, Taiyi felt very pleased with himself and turned to Xihe: "Fairy, what do you think? This poem not only describes the size and roundness of the moon, but also expresses the grand ambitions of my demon race. Isn't it impressive?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

You can even hear the sound of the wind blowing through the osmanthus trees.

Chang Xi covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Xihe's lips twitched, barely managing to suppress a roll of her eyes. This is poetry? It's practically a doggerel! It's not even as good as a mortal's limerick!

On the Wu tribe's side, Zhu Rong was first stunned, then burst into a deafening burst of wild laughter.

"Hahahaha! This is hilarious! The moon is big and round? Is this the literary talent of the demon race? Bah! My fart sounds better than this!"

Taiyi's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"What are you laughing at! Come on then! You bunch of barbarians, you probably can't even do this!" Taiyi roared angrily.

Lin Xuan sighed and shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, what you're doing isn't poetry, it's noise."

Lin Xuan put away his folding fan, and his demeanor suddenly changed.

Just moments ago he was a somewhat roguish young nobleman, but now he seems to have transformed into a literary giant who has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

He didn't look at Taiyi, but instead raised his head, gazing intently at the bright moon, as if seeing through endless time and space, and witnessing a kind of eternal loneliness.