Spring Sleep Tower

"Senior, you are wise!" Yan Yu greeted Yin Baikang with a smile. Even the well-traveled Yin Baikang was momentarily stunned. He hadn't known there was such a beautiful woman on his own turf. He'd think about it later...

The people watching from both sides of the street secretly admired the proprietress. To be able to chat and laugh in front of two experts at the late Spirit Transformation stage was something that not everyone could do.

Yue Qianchou glanced at the two men, his mind racing. Could they be setting a trap for him? He thought it was quite possible. Who knew what their relationship was? He'd heard Yin Baikang had many mistresses, especially since they were in the same territory. So he chuckled to Yan Yu, "Let me make this clear first: my abilities are limited. If I can't help, don't blame me for refusing."

He tossed the Spirit Stone back into his Storage Bag. Since the other party had already made it clear that it wasn't about money, and he had already given away the supreme-grade Spirit Stones, he wasn't exactly rich anyway.

Yan Yu gave him a coquettish glance, then covered her mouth and laughed, "I've heard that you are incredibly talented, and that your poem at the Ghost Manor once amazed everyone and is still widely praised in the Cultivation World. I admire you greatly. Now that I finally have the chance to meet you, Yan Yu 'm naturally going to shamelessly ask you to leave me a piece of your calligraphy."

"What a joke! What kind of poetry could I possibly write? The rumors are wrong. I can't help you with this." Yue Qianchou refused without even thinking. He had already decided that no matter what the other party asked for, he would immediately refuse.

"Senior, so many eyes have seen this, how can you deny it?" Yan Yu asked in astonishment. Seeing Yue Qianchou shaking his head incessantly, she couldn't help but look at Yin Baikang with a mournful expression. This made Yin Baikang's mouth water.

"A rare beauty indeed!" Yin Baikang's eyebrows twitched, and he laughed heartily, "Brother Niu, you're quite adept at making excuses, but little do you know that this matter is known throughout the world, and you can't avoid it even if you want to. Since you've taken advantage of Master Yan's invitation, Brother Niu, please do me a favor and leave me a famous poem for the Treasure Gathering Basin that will be renowned throughout the Cultivation World."

Sikong Jue someone who understood his master's character. Seeing his master's actions, he couldn't help but take a second look at Yan Yu, and he took her to heart. He realized that this woman was someone he probably wouldn't want to mess with in the future.

Yan Yu was surprised that Yin Baikang would actually speak up for her. After her initial joy, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes, as if she had vaguely guessed something. Then she looked expectantly at Niu Youde.

Yue Qianchou was speechless. Yin Baikang had actually said such a thing; he really couldn't refute him in public, at least not at the moment. But what poetry could he possibly write? His gaze inadvertently fell on the signboard of Spring Sleep Tower. A thought struck him—he had an idea!

"I can write a poem for you," Yue Qianchou chuckled. He couldn't let his brain cells go to waste! His hand unconsciously wrapped around Yan Yu's waist again, giving it a quick pinch, and he whispered in her ear, "But I can't just write for nothing! How are you going to repay me?"

Such an ambiguous and blatant act made Yin Baikang's brows twitch several times. Sikong Jue looked at his master and then at Niu Youde, speechless. This matter was a bit troublesome.

Those watching were secretly shaking their heads; appearances can be deceiving, after all, Niu Youde was a lecherous wolf. Tian Ye and his companions were speechless.

Yan Yu glanced at Yin Baikang out of the corner of her eye, and whispered to Yue Qianchou, "Take whatever you like, senior."

"Oh! Then we'll find a private opportunity to discuss repaying her." Yue Qianchou released her waist. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he put his hands behind his back and pretended to stare at Spring Sleep Tower, actually looking quite like he was about to pick up a brush and splash ink.

"I wonder how well Brother Yin writes his calligraphy?" Yue Qianchou asked, staring at the edge of Spring Sleep Tower as he examined it.

To be honest, Yin Baikang was very unhappy. The piece of meat he wanted had been snatched away in the blink of an eye; no wonder he was unhappy. However, he quickly adjusted his mindset. It was just a woman, and a woman from a brothel at that. Compared to his great cause, she was insignificant. There were plenty of women in the world; it wasn't worth getting upset with Niu Youde over a woman like that.

Yin Baikang had already guessed his plan and laughed, "Although I can write a few words, I'm afraid I can't compare to Brother Niu's overflowing talent."

"Right here in Spring Sleep Tower, I'll leave a poem, you leave a message, let's work together and create a beautiful story in the Cultivation World, what do you think?" Yue Qianchou said casually.

He said it casually, but Yin Baikang took it to heart, especially the phrase "let's work together," which made him smile broadly and reply meaningfully, "Okay, that's exactly what I was thinking too." Little did he know that Yue Qianchou was only concerned because his own calligraphy was really not good enough; otherwise, why would he let Yin Baikang steal the spotlight on such a cool occasion?

Yue Qianchou stood with his hands behind his back, facing Spring Sleep Tower, nodded, and immediately recited without hesitation. "Spring slumber is unaware of dawn, everywhere one hears birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain, how many flowers have fallen?" After reciting, he turned to look at Yin Baikang and nodded slightly.

"That's it?" Yin Baikang paused, then silently gathered his thoughts before pointing to the slanted wall at the entrance of Spring Sleep Tower. With a flick of his two fingers, sharp energy rippled through the stone wall several meters away, and in the blink of an eye, four large vertical characters appeared. Each character was vigorous and powerful, as if carved by a knife and axe, the overall effect Fei Feng. Truly beautiful.

This also demonstrated Yin Baikang's profound cultivation; these characters weren't simply drawn with his internal energy. Rather, the energy shattered the surrounding stones, making each character stand out on the wall. To be able to control the strength and softness of one's internal energy to such an extent, especially remotely, is something no ordinary cultivator could achieve.

The disciples of the World Commerce Association all wore expressions of pride, while the others were secretly astonished. As expected of a master at the late Spirit Transformation stage!

Damn it! You're showing off just because I let you write a few words? What's so great about that? Are you afraid people won't know you're a master at the late Spirit Transformation stage? Yue Qianchou thought to himself, but said aloud, "Brother Yin really does have excellent handwriting."

"You flatter me." Yin Baikang laughed heartily, then asked, "Do you have a poem title?"

"Let's call it..." Yue Qianchou glanced at the signboard of Spring Sleep Tower and chuckled, "The poem's name will be Spring Sleep Tower!"

This person is really something... Yin Baikang shook his head without saying a word, raised his hand and waved it, and with a few hissing sounds, the three characters "Spring Sleep Tower" appeared in Fei Feng, the characters even larger.

"Thank you, seniors," Yan Yu said, bowing. Although she spoke sincerely, there was a hint of insincerity in her words, because she didn't see anything good in the poem and thought Niu Youde was just being perfunctory. She recited it perfunctorily. "Spring slumber unaware of dawn, everywhere I hear... hear... hear birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain, how many flowers have fallen?"

When she read the second sentence, she sensed a hint of ambiguity. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Niu Youde. The following two sentences were even more suggestive...

To be honest, Yin Baikang hadn't noticed anything special about it before, but after Yan Yu read it aloud and he looked at the Spring Sleep Tower signboard, he suddenly had an expression of realization. He chuckled and said to Yue Qianchou, "Brother Niu is indeed exceptionally talented; this poem is truly a perfect and exquisite match."

Yue Qianchou chuckled, then put his arm around Yan Yu's waist and said, "I'll keep the poem. I'll come back for payment when I have time." With that, he laughed and left. He gestured for Yin Baikang to follow, and the two of them led a group of people away side by side.

Yan Yu watched Niu Youde's departing figure with a sense of loss, murmuring, "He was quite the romantic and talented man..."

As soon as they left, a huge crowd poured out of the shops on both sides of the street, crowding outside the Spring Sleep Tower. In an instant, the area was packed with people, all eager to witness the masterpiece left behind by the two late Spirit Transformation stage experts. More people continued to arrive from afar, drawn by the news...

"What a fine poem! What a fine poem! Truly a masterpiece by Senior Niu! The more you savor it, the more delightful it becomes!" One man rubbed his hands together with a lewd grin, glancing at Spring Sleep Tower and then at the poem every now and then. He couldn't resist touching the Storage Bag at his waist, and with a determined bite, he entered Spring Sleep Tower.

Among the crowd were some dullards who, seeing everyone's strange smiles and not understanding what was so funny, shamelessly asked their friends, "What's so funny?"

My friend grinned and pointed to Spring Sleep Tower, replying, "The secrets and mysteries of all things can be found in Spring Sleep Tower."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in and take a look." The man eagerly pulled his friend along.

His friend grabbed him and laughed, "Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn; everywhere I hear birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain; how many flowers have fallen? Haha! Now is not the time; come back tonight. I guarantee you'll understand the meaning of these four lines of poetry after one night."

A young-looking cultivator looked at the poem over and over again, and seeing his senior brother beside him grinning from ear to ear, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, this poem is very simple! I don't see anything particularly good about it."

A murmur of laughter arose from the side, and someone said, "Little Liu, take your junior brother and leave! Senior Niu's poem has a profound meaning; one cannot understand it before reaching a certain age." The surrounding crowd immediately erupted in laughter. Little Liu quickly grabbed his junior brother and fled in disarray. Once out of the crowd, he immediately scolded his junior brother, "What do you know at such a young age? How dare you criticize Senior Niu's masterpiece? Go back to the shop!"

"Senior brother, where are you going?" the junior brother asked. Xiao Liuzi, who was about to squeeze back into the crowd, glared at him and said, "I'm going to read some more of Senior Niu's poems. I'll go back later. You go first."

The crowd lingered in Spring Sleep Tower for a long time. It was so full that a long queue had formed outside. Yan Yu watched with a cold laugh, inwardly cursing that no man was any good. She immediately ordered a revised sign to be posted... the price tripled!

This immediately caused a commotion outside, but Spring Sleep Tower was now much more confident. The proprietress also had an ambiguous relationship with Niu Youde; who would dare cause trouble here? They'd be asking for death. The World Commerce Association was also paying extra attention to Spring Sleep Tower, even sending Law Enforcement Guard to guard the place.

Despite the complaints, some people, driven by curiosity and lust, lingered, refusing to leave. As a result, the long queues weren't deterred by the high prices. This even caused a surge in business for nearby restaurants...

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