Chapter 827: Can't Jump

Lu Yang, the young fellow, was deep in thought, pondering a question.

As a transmigator possessing modern knowledge, he had, since arriving in this world, not only become a disciple of the world's foremost sect but also the junior brother of its most powerful member. An ancient immortal resided within his body, and he was friends with the highest-ranking young master. Furthermore, his cultivation talent was top-tier in the current age, with few historical figures able to rival him.

So why, when it came to making a grand display, was it never his turn?

“Lu Yang, Fellow Daoist, please come in,” Ye Mengyin’s voice came again from behind the green gauze screen.

The crowd wasn't surprised. If even Lu Yang's poem failed to impress Ye Mengyin, then the issue wasn't with them but with the Lotus Pavilion deliberately choosing not to entertain any guests.

Amidst the admiring and worshipful gazes of the crowd, the Immortal Fairy lifted the green gauze screen and saw Ye Mengyin, who had not shown herself for several days.

The Immortal Fairy had some recollection of Ye Mengyin; after all, she had hosted the Ask-the-Dao Sect's 120,000th-anniversary celebration.

Rumors throughout the Imperial City described Ye Mengyin as exquisitely charming, alluring, and capable of captivating anyone at first sight. Ye Mengyin was indeed as beautiful as rumored; moreover, her innate charm made her every movement graceful and captivating. In terms of allure, she surpassed even Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting.

However, the Immortal Fairy felt none of this; she thought Ye Mengyin wasn't even as good-looking as herself.

Ye Mengyin met the Immortal Fairy's clear gaze, greatly astonished. Her enchanting aura affected even her fellow sect sisters, and Meng Jingzhou had relied on sheer willpower to resist her that one time.

This was the first time someone like Lu Yang had looked at her with such clear eyes.

“Fellow Daoist Lu Yang, it has been a long time. Perhaps we could move to the side room for a chat?” Ye Mengyin said, blushing. It was her first time inviting a male cultivator into her private chambers.

They were only separated from the crowd by a green gauze screen, and their voices and movements were clearly visible to everyone, preventing them from acting freely.

“Alright,” the Immortal Fairy agreed readily, not thinking much of it.

Inside the private chambers, Ye Mengyin, with cinnabar dotted between her brows, wore a flowing, iridescent long dress. Its hem was embroidered with intricate, vibrant patterns of flying celestial beings and auspicious clouds. As she danced, her skirt fluttered and her hair swayed with the breeze, enhancing her ethereal grace.

Watching this dance was greatly beneficial for cultivating one's state of mind.

“You’re not dancing well,” the Immortal Fairy said, unable to watch any longer. Her dancing skill was too poor, far inferior to Zhu Tian’s.

“Dancing requires your body to move with your heart. Look at your movements; they’re rigid and mechanical, lacking spirit.”

“Come, learn from me.”

The Immortal Fairy personally stepped forward to demonstrate. Her movements were light and graceful, like a beautiful immortal flying out of an ancient painting. Every subtle gesture carried an inexplicable charm, far beyond anything Ye Mengyin's charm-enhanced dance could compare to.

Ye Mengyin was dumbfounded. Senior Brother Lu Yang could dance?

She had entered the Dao through dance, possessing the highest talent in the art within the Charm Sect. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been qualified to represent the Charm Sect in the Ask-the-Dao Grand Competition.

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

Who would have thought there indeed wasn't one among female cultivators, but there was one among male cultivators.

“Could it be that Daoist Buyu is also skilled in dancing?” Ye Mengyin recalled rumors about Daoist Buyu, but she had never heard of this.

Although the Immortal Fairy's dance was elegant and captivating, she was currently using Lu Yang's body, which made it awkward for onlookers.

Fortunately, Ye Mengyin genuinely loved dancing and didn't mind the strange incongruity of Lu Yang's movements. She diligently followed the Immortal Fairy's instruction.

“Ah, that’s better,” the Immortal Fairy instructed. “You must grasp the meaning of the dance, not just imitate it.”

In truth, the Immortal Fairy was an even better dancer than Zhu Tian; Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi had both learned from her. However, she held herself to a higher standard; during immortal gatherings in ancient times, she would simply observe while Zhu Tian performed.

Although Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi had learned from her, in terms of dance talent, they still couldn't compare to Zhu Tian.

In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy, adorned with pearls, jade, and gold, her hair intricately coiled, and her eyes painted with vermillion eyeshadow, danced gracefully in a bright yellow robe within a grand hall. From her dark hair tips to her perfectly rounded toes, every inch of her skin radiated vibrant vitality.

The Immortal Fairy hadn't danced in a long time; she needed to dance synchronously in both the spiritual space and reality to regain her feel for it.

Lu Yang stared blankly at the Immortal Fairy dancing, seriously pondering which historical ministers were privileged enough to witness the Emperor dance.

After the dance, Ye Mengyin was breathless with exhaustion, but she smiled happily.

She could feel significant progress in her understanding of the dance Dao.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Lu Yang, for your instruction!” she said, bowing deeply and earnestly, not daring to show any laxity.

This guidance saved her ten years of arduous cultivation; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him her ‘benevolent teacher’.

But one thing still puzzled her: what exactly did Lu Yang's final line, “That person was there where the lights were dim,” mean? Was it truly written for her? If so, his behavior after entering her private chambers didn't seem to match.

Could Senior Brother Lu Yang have been disappointed by her poor dancing talent?

The Immortal Fairy's poem, composed at the Lotus Pavilion, quickly spread throughout the Imperial City in a very short time. Even the great Confucians of the Hanlin Academy were extremely shocked.

Good poetry not only achieves lasting fame but, more importantly, can also serve as a cultivation method for Confucian scholars.

“This is even better than the works of that old scoundrel Buyu! I'm afraid Lu Yang's learning isn't solely reliant on him; his own talent in Confucian cultivation is truly astonishing!”

“Spells and divine abilities, sword cultivation, Confucian cultivation… his talent surpasses even that old scoundrel Buyu. The rumors that he has the potential to become an immortal are indeed true.”

“Pay attention to the lines in the latter half: ‘Seeking him a thousand times through the multitude. Suddenly I turned around, and there he was, where the lights were dim.’ The outside world says this was written for a young girl from the Charm Sect, but I have a different opinion.”

“Brother Zeng, do tell.”

“You must have heard many rumors about Lu Yang. Among them, have you ever heard rumors about his romantic affairs? Not once, right? This suggests that Lu Yang might not care about romantic matters, and this poem is not as superficial as people claim.”

“Considering this premise, when we look at the line ‘That person was there where the lights were dim,’ who is ‘that person’? It is highly likely that he is referring to himself!”

“So, the meaning of this line is that Lu Yang underwent arduous cultivation, seeking something but always failing to find it. Finally, he had an epiphany, realizing that what he sought was his own true self!”

“I have seen too many cultivators who, after embarking on the path of cultivation, lost their true selves. Although they achieved some success in cultivation, they gave off a muddled and aimless impression, leading to a lack of power in subsequent advancements.”

“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened. Lu Yang incorporating his cultivation insights into this poem is meant to awaken many cultivators, prompting them to reflect inwardly and break through their mental obstacles!”

“Hiss,” another gasped. “It seems that is indeed the case. This young man possesses great talent.”

The Second Prince's Residence.

The Second Prince looked at the intelligence report in his hand, his eyes gleaming.

“To vie for the throne, I cannot do without Lu Yang’s help,” he murmured. “It is time to make contact with him.”