Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 840: The Dance Isnt Up to Par

Pocket old kid Lu Yang was seriously pondering a question.

As a transmigrator possessing modern knowledge, I’ve not only become a disciple of the world’s number one sect, but also the junior brother of the world’s number one. I have an ancient immortal residing within my body, and the young master with the highest status is my friend. My cultivation talent is also among the top of my generation. Few throughout history can rival me.

So why is it that when it’s time to show off, it never seems to be my turn?

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“Fellow Daoist Lu Yang, please come in for a chat.”

Once more, Ye Mengyin’s voice came from behind the cyan gauze.

No one was surprised. If a poem like Lu Yang’s couldn’t satisfy Ye Mengyin, then the problem wouldn’t be with them, but rather that Lotus Blossom Brothel was deliberately not welcoming them as guests.

Amidst the crowd’s gazes of envy and admiration, “Lu Yang” lifted the cyan gauze and laid eyes upon Ye Mengyin, who hadn’t shown her face for days.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy had some recollection of Ye Mengyin. After all, I was the one who organized the Dao-Seeking Sect’s 120,000th-anniversary celebration back then.

Across the imperial city, word of Ye Mengyin’s captivating charm spread, speaking of how she was capable of making one fall for her at first sight. Indeed, Ye Mengyin was as peerlessly beautiful as the rumors claimed. Moreover, due to her innate allure bone, every movement exuded a unique grace. In terms of seductive appeal alone, she surpassed even Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting.

However, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy felt none of this. Ye Mengyin isn’t as good-looking as I am.

Ye Mengyin met “Lu Yang”’s clear gaze and was quite surprised. My allure bone affects even my fellow sect sisters. Meng Jingzhou’s victory over me back then had also relied on pure willpower.

Yet Lu Yang is now looking at me with such clear eyes—this is a first.

“Fellow Daoist Lu Yang, it’s been a long while since we last met. How about we move to a side chamber for a chat?” Ye Mengyin blushed. It was her first time inviting a male cultivator to her private boudoir.

They were only separated from the crowd by a single layer of gauze. Their voices and movements were clearly audible and visible, making it difficult to act freely.

“Sure.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy didn’t overthink it, agreeing readily.

Inside the boudoir, Ye Mengyin added a cinnabar dot to her brow. She wore a vibrant dress whose hem was embroidered with intricate, iridescent patterns of flying apsaras and auspicious clouds.

Watching this dance was greatly beneficial for cultivating one’s mental state.

“Your dance isn’t up to par.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy couldn’t bear to continue watching. This dancing level is too poor, far inferior to Zhu Tian’s.

“When one dances, the body must move with the heart. Look at your movements—you are dancing completely by rote and lack spirit. Come, learn from me.”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy personally took to the floor to demonstrate. Her movements were light and graceful, like a breathtakingly beautiful immortal fairy emerging from an ancient painting. Every smile and frown carried an inexplicable charm, far eclipsing dances like Ye Meng Yin’s that relied on enhancement from the allure bone.

Ye Mengyin was dumbfounded. Senior Brother Lu Yang knows how to dance too?

She had entered the Dao through dance and possessed the highest talent for the Dance Dao within the Allure Sect. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been qualified to represent the sect at the Dao-Seeking Sect tournament.

Ye Mengyin had thought no one her age could outshine her in dancing.

Who would have thought? There’s indeed no one among female cultivators. But there is one among male cultivators.

“Could it be that the Taciturn Daoist Priest is also skilled at dancing?” Ye Mengyin recalled the rumors about the Taciturn Daoist Priest but hadn’t heard of such a thing.

Although the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s dance was elegant and moving, she was currently using Lu Yang’s body, which made it appear quite awkward to oblivious observers.

Fortunately, Ye Mengyin truly loved dance. She didn’t mind Lu Yang’s strange incongruity and earnestly followed the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s instructions.

“Ah, that’s right. You must contemplate the meaning of the dance, not merely imitate it.”

In truth, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy danced better than Zhu Tian. Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi had both learned from her. However, she was mindful of her high status. During the gatherings of immortals in ancient times, she would let Zhu Tian perform on stage while she simply watched. Although Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi had learned from her, they still couldn’t compare to Zhu Tian in terms of talent in the Dance Dao.

In the mental space, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy adorned her hair with pearl and gold ornaments, her hair coiled high. Vermillion eyeshadow graced the corners of her eyes, and she wore a bright yellow robe as she danced elegantly within the grand hall. From her jet-black hair tips to her perfectly round toes, every inch of her skin radiated abundant vitality.

It had been a long time since the Everlasting Immortal Fairy had danced. She needed to dance synchronously in both the mental space and the real world to recapture the feeling.

Lu Yang watched the Everlasting Immortal Fairy dance in a daze. He seriously pondered which minister in history had ever had the privilege of watching the emperor dance.

After the dance, Ye Mengyin was panting heavily from exhaustion, but her smile was especially bright. She could feel her progress in the Dance Dao, and it was significant progress.

“Many thanks for your guidance, Senior Brother Lu Yang!” She bowed seriously, not daring to slight him.

This round of guidance had saved her a decade of arduous cultivation. Calling him “benefactor-mentor” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

However, one thing still eluded her understanding. That final line Lu Yang wrote—“and there that person was—in the dim glow of the lanterns”—what does it exactly mean? Was it really written for me? If it were for me, why do I feel like his behavior after entering my boudoir didn’t quite seem to match?

Could it be that Senior Brother Lu Yang found my talent in the Dance Dao too poor and was disappointed in me?

The more Ye Mengyin thought about it, the more she felt this was plausible.

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News of “Lu Yang” composing poetry at Lotus Blossom Brothel spread rapidly throughout the imperial city, even shocking the great Confucian masters at the Imperial Hanlin Academy.

Good poems could not only be passed down through the ages, but more importantly, they could also serve as a cultivation method for Confucian cultivators.

“This is even better than the works of the old Taciturn scoundrel! I’m afraid Lu Yang’s achievements aren’t completely the credit of that old Taciturn scoundrel; his own innate talent for the Confucian Dao is astonishing!”

“Spells, mighty abilities, sword cultivation, Confucian cultivation... This talent of his outstrips even that old Taciturn scoundrel’s. The outside world says he has the makings of an immortal. The rumors are true!”

“Pay attention to this line from the lower stanza: I searched the crowd a thousand times. Perchance I turned my head, and there that person was—in the dim glow of the lanterns.” The outside world speculates that this was written for a little girl from the Allure Sect, but this old man holds a different opinion.”

“Brother Zeng, care to elaborate?”

“All of you should have heard many rumors about Lu Yang, right? Among those rumors, have you ever heard one about romantic affairs? Not once, right? This suggests that Lu Yang likely doesn’t care for such matters, and this poem isn’t as shallow as people claim.

“Look at this line under that premise. Who does ‘that person’ refer to? It’s very likely referring to himself!

“In that case, the meaning of this line is: After Lu Yang endured countless hardships in cultivation, he wished to seek something yet couldn’t find it. Finally, he had an epiphany and discovered that what he sought was his true heart!

“I have seen many too many cultivators who lost their true hearts after embarking on the path of cultivation. Although they achieved success in cultivation, they gave off a muddled feeling, causing them to falter in their subsequent advancements.

“To know others is wisdom, to know oneself is enlightenment. Lu Yang wrote this cultivation insight into his poem to remind and awaken many cultivators, making them introspect and break through their mental barriers!”

“Hiss, that does seem to be the case. This child possesses great talent.”

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The Second Imperial Prince’s Official Residence.

The Second Imperial Prince examined the intelligence in his hand with a blazing gaze.

“If I want to seize the throne, Lu Yang’s assistance is indispensable. It is time to make contact with him.”