Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 838: Xiao Yangzi, Do You Know How to Write Poetry?

Chapter 838: Xiao Yangzi, Do You Know How to Write Poetry?

Lotus Blossom Brothel was extremely famous among the literati and scholars of the imperial city.

Firstly, it operated under the auspices of the Allure Sect, a legitimate S-class sect of the righteous path. Anyone who could join the Allure Sect was qualified to be called a “beauty.” The sect placed great importance on Lotus Blossom Brothel, viewing it as part of their disciples’ cultivation. One could easily imagine how incredibly stunning the beauties in Lotus Blossom Brothel were.

Secondly, those in Lotus Blossom Brothel were genuinely talented. Even members of the Imperial Hanlin Academy might not surpass them. If one’s literary works earned the Lotus Blossom Brothel’s recognition, their fame within the imperial city would swiftly follow.

Of course, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy didn’t care about such matters. She was merely there to watch the spectacle.

It was the Shangyuan Festival today, and Lotus Blossom Brothel was more bustling than usual.

Within Lotus Blossom Brothel, there was none of the heavy scent of rouge typical of common pleasure houses. On the contrary, the place resembled an elegant, chrysanthemum-like haven, frequented by refined gentlemen and graceful ladies.

There were also female cultivators clad in vibrant, long dresses gliding through the air, their sashes swaying with the breeze as they gently plucked pipa strings, evoking the beauty of a foreign land like the Buddhist Kingdom.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy also spotted quite a few individuals she had hit in Luotian Forest.

Regardless of their cultivation levels, the scions of the imperial city were undoubtedly the most well-rounded in terms of their skills. From early childhood, they had studied cultivation knowledge and Confucian principles in private schools, becoming proficient in both literary and martial arts.

If one neglected to study Confucian classics and failed to master a few lines of classical poetry, it would be utterly embarrassing if they encountered a prominent figure in the future and were only capable of exclaiming “Holy shit, damn awesome!”

Lotus Blossom Brothel was a proper establishment, devoid of any bedroom affairs. It was not even strange for women to visit.

Meng Jingyu’s curiosity was no less than the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s. She gazed with wonder and envy at the beauties, who each possessed their own unique charm.

“These sisters are all so beautiful.”

“Are they?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy didn’t think much of them. She considered the Allure Sect disciples average in looks. They can’t even rank among the Top Ten Ancient Beauties, let alone compare to me, the almighty number one of that list.

“Little lass, you will definitely grow up to be more beautiful than all of them,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy stated seriously. I’ve always been accurate in my judgment of people. I’m also rather fond of this young girl who had praised my combat style as dashing.

She affectionately booped Meng Jingyu’s little nose. The latter blushed and lowered her head, letting out a “mmm” that was as faint as the sound of a mosquito.

Meng Jingzhou, who had just entered, was at a loss for words.

Hold on, Senior Everlasting, could you please not use Lu Yang’s face to say such mushy things? I can’t get used to it.

In the mental space, Lu Yang paused his training session with the Unbeatable Nascent Soul and looked at the Everlasting Immortal Fairy with a peculiar expression.

Immortal Fairy, do you know the concept of boundaries between men and women?

“Oh, Brother Lu is here as well?” Luo Wushuang noticed Lu Yang’s arrival at Lotus Blossom Brothel. The former’s cultivation had already been restored to the Divine Transfiguration Stage.

“Lu Yang is here?” 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

“That Lu Yang who demonstrated such mighty prowess in Luotian Forest?”

“Where, where?”

The battle of Luotian Forest had concluded not long ago, and memories of it remained fresh in everyone’s minds. Even those who hadn’t participated had heard about it.

“It’s quite lively upstairs.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy looked up at the top floor of the brothel, where Luo Wushuang stood leaning against the railing, greeting her.

“Brother Lu, why not go up and have a look? I heard the Allure Sect’s true lineage disciple, Yu Mengyin, has come here to cultivate. She’s on the top floor.” Zhong Yi once again instigated Lu Yang to go upstairs.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy continued ignoring Zhong Yi, taking Meng Jingyu’s hand as they went upstairs.

Meng Jingzhou raised an eyebrow, sensing ill intent from Zhong Yi. But if an immortal wishes to go upstairs, who am I to stop her?

“Brother Meng, you’re here too,” Luo Wushuang greeted with cupped fists, inviting Meng Jingzhou and the others to join him at his table.

Compared to his attire in Luotian Forest, his clothing here at Lotus Blossom Brothel was more refined and formal, lending him a more dignified bearing.

“What’s going on?” Meng Jingzhou noticed the top floor was filled with literati and scholars. At the far end was a layer of cyan gauze, behind which a female cultivator sat playing a qin. The melodious notes resembled ringing bells and were as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Luo Wushuang was taken aback. “Brother Meng, you don’t know? I thought you had also come for Ye Mengyin.”

Meng Jingzhou knew Ye Mengyin. She’s a beauty on par with Junior Sister Tao. At the Dao-Seeking Sect’s celebration, Ye Mengyin had participated in the tournament as the Allure Sect’s representative in the Intermediate Golden Core category, and her opponent had been Meng Jingzhou.

Noticing that Meng Jingzhou was indeed unaware, Luo Wushuang explained, “Ye Mengyin has only been at Lotus Blossom Brothel for half a month, but she has already become the top courtesan. People are willing to spare no expense just to catch a glimpse of her.

“But she’s a true lineage disciple of the Allure Sect and purportedly has connections to Yejiao Venerable Lord. How could she lack spirit stones?

“Thus, Ye Mengyin established a rule: if someone can compose a poem that satisfies her, she will meet that person and perform a dance specifically for them.”

Ye Mengyin’s dance was not only peerlessly beautiful but also greatly beneficial to one’s cultivation.

Luo Wushuang gestured with his chin toward the seated crowd. “See? Five days have passed, yet no one has managed to produce a poem that pleases her.

“Today is the Shangyuan Festival. Ye Mengyin has stipulated that today’s poems must be related to the festival.”

Not everyone here came solely for Ye Mengyin’s dance; many sought to spread their reputation through the imperial city.

As they spoke, someone handed a written poem to a female attendant, who then passed it to Ye Mengyin behind the cyan gauze.

“Under the full moon, the lanterns glow as bright as day; during the Yuanxiao Festival, the festive mood fills the bustling streets. Cheerful chatter hides lantern riddles; tangyuan keeps the throat warm.”

Ye Mengyin recited the poem softly before continuing to play her qin.

The crowd erupted in laughter. It was merely an unremarkable doggerel, hardly worthy to be presented at Lotus Blossom Brothel.

The author of that poem fled in disgrace.

Swish!

Zhong Yi snapped his fan open with force. Turning to Lu Yang, he chuckled softly. “Brother Lu, as a disciple of the Taciturn Daoist Priest, you must be well-versed in poetry. Why not try your hand at a verse?

“Back then, the Taciturn Daoist Priest had left behind several renowned poems at the Lotus Blossom Brothel.”

He was convinced that while Lu Yang was brilliant in cultivation, he was utterly ignorant of Confucian studies. Otherwise, why has no one heard of his literary prowess before?

If Lu Yang failed to compose a poem, it would only add to the ridicule and make him a laughing stock.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy was puzzled. “Since when have I been well-versed in poetry?”

Zhong Yi was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected “Lu Yang” to admit it so bluntly, rendering his subsequent plans of provocation useless.

“Since Brother Lu is too timid to attempt it, perhaps I could have a try?” the person behind Zhong Yi said, casting a somewhat contemptuous glance at the Everlasting Immortal Fairy.

Only then did the Everlasting Immortal Fairy notice someone behind Zhong Yi. She pointed at the person, looking like realization had just dawned upon her. “Oh, I remember you! You were one of the people I hit in Luotian Forest!”

Just average in combat power and hardly left any impression.

In the mental space, Lu Yang felt helpless and provided the Everlasting Immortal Fairy with the person’s identity. “He’s called Yang Changbin. His father is an academician at the Imperial Hanlin Academy, while Yang Changbin himself is a Confucian cultivator. It’s said that he could write letters at the age of three, compose poems at five, and write essays at ten. His poetry and prose are quite famous in the imperial city.”

Zhong Yi had specifically brought Yang Changbin here, inviting him to compose poetry. Upon seeing Lu Yang also present at the Lotus Blossom Brothel, he had thought of making Lu Yang lose face through poetry, then have Yang Changbin step up to serve as a comparison.

Unfortunately, Lu Yang had seen through his scheme and hadn’t taken the bait.

“It’s Yang Changbin!”

“Damn it, why is he here too?!”

Yang Changbin’s reputation was greater than Lu Yang had imagined. Upon noticing Yang Changbin, the crowd wore expressions of chagrin, as though Yang Changbin’s mere attempt at poetry would guarantee him Ye Mengyin’s dance.

Yang Changbin flashed a confident smile. Before coming, he had heard of Ye Mengyin’s poetry theme and had already prepared his poem.

He instructed someone to bring ink, brush, paper, and inkstone. His brush moved like a soaring dragon and a slithering serpent as he wrote out his verse. He then had a female attendant deliver it.

Behind the cyan gauze, Ye Mengyin once again ceased her playing. She recited the poem softly and offered a rare critique. “A pity. The lines are good, but the diction is overly ornate, which instead diminishes the poem’s quality.”

The crowd burst into laughter again. Initially, when they heard Ye Mengyin recite the poem, they had all assumed it was a masterpiece worthy of her favor. Who could have guessed she could offer such a merciless critique?

Humiliated and enraged, Yang Changbin turned and glared fiercely at the crowd, his gaze particularly settling on “Lu Yang,” who was laughing the loudest.

“Brother Lu, with how loud you’re laughing, you must already have a composition in mind. Why not write it out for us all to see?!”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy scratched her head and hurriedly retreated into the mental space to seek help from her golden finger cheat.

“Xiao Yangzi, do you know how to write poetry?”

Lu Yang hesitated. “Writing poetry is difficult for me, but if you’re talking about reciting a few to keep up appearances, I do have some.”