Chapter 210: Chapter 207: The Pig Emperor’s 7-Character Quatrain
"Hey, hey, hey, Mo the kid, don’t you dare look down on this Emperor’s abilities! See all these people? They’ve been edified by my poetry and captivated by my talent. That’s why they’ve abandoned the darkness for the light, turned over a new leaf, and are now willing to follow you."
"Oh, just look at that. My talent is simply overflowing! I can’t help but spout all these idioms. Hahaha."
The Pig Emperor roared with laughter, looking utterly pleased with himself.
Mo Qi: "..."
’Edified my ass!’
’What part of "talent" has anything to do with you?’
’And "abandoning the darkness for the light" and "turning over a new leaf"? Are those really the right phrases to use here?’
’Don’t you have a single clue why they’re really willing to follow me?’
This time, the Pig Emperor wasn’t using telepathy but was actually speaking aloud, which gave Mo Xiao, the Old Tomb Digger, and Hu the Eighth quite a shock.
They had thought the pig by Mo Qi’s side was just a pet, not a High-tier Demon Beast.
Wu the Old Ghost, however, was not surprised. After all, he had personally witnessed the Pig Emperor force back the Dragon Energy.
"What’s with that look? You don’t believe this Emperor again, do you?" The Pig Emperor was very displeased with Mo Qi’s disdainful expression.
"I must prove myself today! Mo the kid, listen as I recite a poem for you!"
Seeing the Pig Emperor open its mouth, ready to begin, Mo Qi acted fast, stuffing an oversized Medicinal Pill into its jaws and cutting off the verse.
’Are you kidding me?’
’Are you trying to kill me with a single poem?’
"If you dare recite your nonsense poetry in front of me again, this Medicinal Pill will be your last supper," Mo Qi threatened viciously.
The Pig Emperor gulped down the Medicinal Pill in two or three bites and chuckled slyly.
"Then it should be fine if I recite poetry for others, right?"
Mo Qi shrugged. "Do whatever you want. Just make sure it doesn’t affect me."
Saying this, Mo Qi walked over to the group of miserable-looking Void Realm Cultivators and looked at them with sympathy.
"Are you all sure you want to follow me?"
The still-shaken crowd first glanced at the Pig Emperor with lingering fear, then nodded one after another.
’To hell with the dignity of the powerful!’
’I never want to hear another line of poetry for the rest of my life!’
Of course, that was only one reason. Another important factor was that even Void Realm experts like the Old Tomb Digger had submitted. What reason did they have to refuse?
"You’re called Old Tomb Digger?"
While Mo Qi was distributing Medicinal Pills to the many Void Realm Cultivators to help them heal, the Pig Emperor turned to the stick-thin Old Tomb Digger, a deceptively innocent smile on its face.
The Old Tomb Digger was startled for a moment, then nodded.
"Haha, your appearance gives me a great burst of poetic inspiration! How about I recite a poem for you?"
The Old Tomb Digger frowned slightly. If anyone else had dared to joke about his appearance, he would have slapped them senseless long ago.
But the Pig Emperor was different. Even though it was just a pig, he could see that its relationship with Mo Qi was very good.
The Old Tomb Digger had to give it this much face.
"Be my guest."
Completely unaware of the power of the Pig Emperor’s poetry, the Old Tomb Digger nodded again.
The Pig Emperor was overjoyed to hear this. It circled the Old Tomb Digger, studying him with a serious expression, looking as if it were deep in thought.
For a moment, it actually looked the part.
Wu the Old Ghost took this opportunity to quickly distance himself from the Pig Emperor, moving to Mo Qi’s side.
Although he didn’t know why Mo Qi was unwilling to listen to the Pig Emperor’s poetry, he firmly believed that sticking close to Mo Qi was definitely the right move.
Although the Old Tomb Digger, Hu the Eighth, and Mo Xiao saw Wu the Old Ghost’s subtle movement, they paid it no mind.
To be honest, they were quite curious. They wanted to see what level of poetry a pig could possibly produce.
Just then, the Pig Emperor finished its preparations.
"AHHH~"
A sudden howl, filled with the Pig Emperor’s overflowing passion.
That single cry gave the three Void Realm masters a huge fright.
’What’s going on?’
’Why does it have to yell "AHHH" before reciting a poem?’
Before they could ponder it further, the chance was gone.
"A big head and a skinny neck, you see,"
The Pig Emperor shook its head, looking utterly intoxicated with its own words.
As for the three listening to the poem, they were floored the moment it opened its mouth.
The Pig Emperor’s voice seemed to possess a kind of Magic Power, instantly stirring up the True Essence in their bodies and sending it rampaging wildly through their Meridians.
No matter how they tried to suppress it—even by summoning their Grotto Heavens or deploying their Mental Realms—they couldn’t stop it in the slightest.
Instinctively, the three of them covered their ears.
But the Pig Emperor’s voice seemed to ignore all defenses, penetrating straight to their very souls. It was unstoppable!
This was only the beginning.
The next second, their Seas of Consciousness began to spin and boil uncontrollably. Their powerful Spiritual Power was rendered completely useless. Instead of helping to stabilize their Seas of Consciousness, it actually fueled the chaos.
At the same time, their qi and blood also began to run rampant, drawn by some inexplicable force.
One moment it would flow backward and gather at their hearts; the next it would all surge into their heads. Before they could even react, it began to assault their internal organs.
Even with their powerful physiques and profound Realms, this torment was enough to make their eyes roll back in their heads.
But this was only the first line of the poem!
"Stop! Don’t recite anymore! We give up, okay?" the three of them waved their hands frantically.
The Pig Emperor paid them no mind. It postured like an old scholar and took a step forward.
"Truly, truly a great rarity."
The moment the second line was spoken, the three men’s faces turned deathly pale. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths, and as their breathing grew heavier, it slowly turned into white foam.
’It’s agonizing! Absolutely agonizing!’
The Old Tomb Digger swore that he would rather endure another thousand years of torture from the Bone-Eating Worms than experience what was happening right now.
The second line ended. The Pig Emperor took another step and recited the third.
"You want to ask me why?"
PTHOO~
The three of them spat blood at the same time.
’Dammit! If it weren’t for giving Mo Qi face, the three of them would have already torn the Pig Emperor limb from limb!’
By the time the Pig Emperor took its final step and recited the last line, they couldn’t have dismembered it even if they wanted to.
"Triple Corpse Poison’s hard to remedy."
A seven-character quatrain was complete!
The most ridiculous and terrifying part was that it actually rhymed.
A big head and a skinny neck, you see,Truly, truly a great rarity.You want to ask me why?Triple Corpse Poison’s hard to remedy.
Once the poem was complete, it instantly transformed into countless sound waves that completely surrounded the Old Tomb Digger and the other two.
It was as if countless Pig Emperors were chanting the poem into their ears, over and over again.
THUD!
The three of them could no longer stand. They collapsed at the same time, their faces filled with the despair of having nothing left to live for.
They finally understood why that group of Void Realm Cultivators had knelt before the Pig Emperor.
They also learned a lesson: curiosity killed the cat, even if that cat was at the Void Realm!
"My Lord... save... me...!" the Old Tomb Digger rasped, looking toward the distant Mo Qi.
That cry of "My Lord" was absolutely from the bottom of his heart!
After suffering a thousand years of torture from the Triple Corpse Poison, he had thought there was no hardship in the world that could make him bow his head.
But now there was: the sound of the Pig Emperor’s poetry!
He suddenly felt that Mo Qi had been incredibly considerate. With a "world-ending" existence like the Pig Emperor on his side, he had still taken the stance of negotiating terms to win them over.
If, from the very beginning, Mo Qi had forcibly suppressed them and then had the Pig Emperor recite poetry...
They couldn’t imagine the scene, nor could they guarantee that they wouldn’t have submitted.
