Chapter 292 - 278: Reminiscing on the Past, a Wagered Contest

Chapter 292: Chapter 278: Reminiscing on the Past, a Wagered Contest

"Fellow Daoist Xu, weren’t you just at the Red Dust Immortal Tower yesterday?"

Jiang Zuo glanced at Old Man Xu.

"That was the me of yesterday. What does that have to do with the me of today!"

Xu Wang said with righteous conviction.

’Well, I never would’ve guessed an old man like you could say something so philosophical.’

The Red Dust Immortal Tower was quite well-known in Yunyuan Immortal City. The attendants in the tower were all female Cultivators, each as beautiful as a Celestial Immortal.

These female Cultivators also practiced a type of Dual Cultivation Technique that allowed their guests to not only avoid any loss of Yang essence but also advance their Cultivation.

Legend had it that a Cultivator who had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time managed to break through after spending a single night at the Red Dust Immortal Tower.

Jiang Zuo, of course, didn’t believe it. If this Dual Cultivation Technique was so powerful, why would they need to run a brothel here?

Jiang Zuo had no interest in making a special trip himself.

But was the Red Dust Immortal Tower a place for food and drink? Naturally, it was.

Since Old Man Xu wanted to go, Jiang Zuo had no reason to refuse.

...

The Red Dust Immortal Tower occupied a sizable plot of land in the Inner City of Yunyuan Immortal City. While its location wasn’t in the most popular district, it wasn’t considered remote either.

The tower had been open for over a thousand years, and few people ever caused trouble there, which showed that the power backing it was far from simple.

「Night fell.」

Xu Wang, bursting with excitement, walked through the main doors of the tower with Jiang Zuo.

The tower was five stories high. The first floor had several large halls filled with Cultivators who had come to drink and fraternize. In the halls, the tower would put on performances to liven up the atmosphere.

If one was willing to spend a bit more, they could get a private room on the second floor to drink while watching the performances in the first-floor halls.

Since Xu Wang wasn’t spending his own money, he unabashedly requested a well-positioned private room on the second floor and even called for his usual female companion.

Xu Wang was extremely satisfied, but Jiang Zuo was a little disappointed with the Red Dust Immortal Tower.

Although the female Cultivators in the tower were all quite attractive, the place itself seemed no different from a mortal brothel.

And none of the female Cultivators were stunning enough to truly impress Jiang Zuo.

However, a performance down below did catch his attention. The melody sung by a young female Cultivator at her instrument felt somewhat familiar.

It seemed like he had heard a song with a similar rhythm before he transmigrated.

Xu Wang quickly ate and drank his fill, then left with his companion for another room.

"My lord, what about us...?"

A lovely female Cultivator was by Jiang Zuo’s side. She looked at him coyly and asked in a sweet, delicate voice.

’It’s rare to come across a handsome young man, and a generous one at that. I have to seize this chance.’

"Bring the female Cultivator who was just playing and singing over here. I’d like to hear her perform a few more songs."

Jiang Zuo said to the female Cultivator, snapping out of his daze.

"You mean Zhu’Er? It’s no problem to ask her to come sing, but please be aware, my lord, that Zhu’Er does not sell her body."

The female Cultivator hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Zhu’Er was a rare musical prodigy. The Red Dust Immortal Tower allowed such talents to sell their art, but not their bodies.

Once she sold her body, no matter how skilled she was at the qin or how beautifully she sang, her value would plummet.

"No problem. I just want to hear more of her songs."

Jiang Zuo nodded.

"Very well. Please wait a moment, my lord. I’ll go get Zhu’Er."

The female Cultivator didn’t doubt Jiang Zuo’s words.

She had been attending to him the whole time, but he had barely laid a hand on her.

’If he were a lecher, he wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself.’

"Zhu’Er pays her respects, my lord."

Soon, Zhu’Er walked in, carrying a guqin.

"Sing the song you performed earlier for me again."

Jiang Zuo said directly.

"Of course, my lord."

Zhu’Er nodded, and her clear, melodious voice filled the room.

Zhu’Er’s singing voice was exquisite. Jiang Zuo couldn’t recall ever hearing a better voice, both since he had transmigrated and even before.

Soon, Zhu’Er finished her song.

Jiang Zuo let out a soft sigh.

Listening to the song Zhu’Er had just sung, some of its melodies strongly resembled a song he had heard in his past life: "Shuidiao Ge Tou (When Will the Bright Moon Appear)."

Jiang Zuo hadn’t heard it in a long time, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but recall bits and pieces of his life before transmigration.

Over the years, as time went on, Jiang Zuo found himself gradually unable to recall the events of his past life.

It wasn’t that he had forgotten, but perhaps he had started to feel it was no longer important and had simply stopped thinking about it.

Jiang Zuo didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but right now, he desperately wanted to hear that melody from his past once more.

"Zhu’Er, I have a song here. I’d like you to sing it for me."

Zhu’Er’s song was always just missing something, Jiang Zuo couldn’t help but say.

"Of course, my lord. However, if I can’t sing it well, please don’t blame me."

Zhu’Er said meekly.

She felt that the man before her wasn’t a bad person, but she wasn’t very confident about singing an unfamiliar song.

"I won’t."

Jiang Zuo gave a faint smile.

With a flicker of his Divine Sense, the melody of the famous song from his past life, just as he remembered it, echoed in Zhu’Er’s mind.

After a moment of shock, Zhu’Er slowly closed her eyes, savoring it in detail.

To be considered a musical prodigy by the Red Dust Immortal Tower, Zhu’Er’s talent for music was naturally extraordinary.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes and stared at Jiang Zuo, her expression a mixture of excitement and shock.

The melody of the song this lord had given her was one thing.

What was truly important were the lyrics—they were simply breathtaking.

"My lord, Zhu’Er will now perform, though I may not do it justice."

Zhu’Er said respectfully.

She had been playing and singing for guests at the Red Dust Immortal Tower for several years, but this was the first time she had ever shown such a reverent attitude toward a client.

"Go ahead and sing."

Jiang Zuo nodded.

"Bright moon, when did you appear?"

"Raising my cup, I ask the blue sky."