Bai Feng pondered for a few seconds before deciding to give up.
What was the point anyway?
Listening to the music was what mattered.
He didn’t even believe the other party would follow him into Qiufeng Tower to listen to the song.
“Yo~ Isn’t this Young Master Bai? When I heard the magpies singing on the branches today, I knew a noble guest was coming. Hurry, girls…”
Before he even stepped into Qiufeng Tower, a voice rang out from afar.
Without looking, he knew it was Wang Ma, one of the managers of Qiufeng Tower.
“Ah, don’t give me that.”
Bai Feng interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
“I don’t like being disturbed when I’m listening to music. Let’s keep it the same as always—who’s singing today? AKAJ?”
Wang Ma smiled in full cooperation, dispersing the gathered girls quickly and then walking briskly to Bai Feng’s side.
She answered with a bright smile, “It’s Miss Qiu Er today, Young Master Bai. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
“Looks like my luck’s not bad today. To be fortunate enough to hear Miss Qiu Er sing.”
An interested expression appeared on Bai Feng’s face.
This Qiu Er had joined Qiufeng Tower just within the past year and quickly rose to the top thanks to her unique singing style, becoming the favored target of lavish tips from many wealthy young masters.
But her personality was aloof; she rarely sang publicly, and even Wang Ma had little control over her.
This was his first time hearing her.
Hmm, finally some good luck.
Following Wang Ma to a private chamber on the second floor, the room wasn’t large, but there was a big chair that comfortably fit three or four people.
Obviously, it was for more than just sitting to listen to music.
But for Bai Feng, that chair was simply the music-listening chair.
He casually pinched a grape from the table and popped it into his mouth, then pulled out paper and pen to prepare for taking notes.
He hoped this famous Miss Qiu Er could bring him some surprises and inspiration.
Outside the door, Lin Yan watched Bai Feng enter Qiufeng Tower and even he noticed a flaw this time.
“Teacher, you really were right. Bai Feng is pretending. But why disguise himself as a playboy?”
“I don’t know, but I guess it has something to do with those rumors.”
Elder Dan stroked his beard.
Even he had started to take an interest in Bai Feng.
“Yeah, it seems like he wants to make the rumors appear true. I remember Bai Feng’s talent is average, and that’s exactly why the rumors say he plans to extract his sister’s celestial bones to overturn fate. Even if those rumors are false, Bai Feng can’t explain them away, and over time it might even affect his sister.”
“And now he’s acting like a playboy, maybe to show he’s given up cultivation and has no designs on the celestial bones, so his sister can cultivate peacefully without being troubled by rumors. If that’s true, I can’t match his generosity.”
“Definitely possible.”
Elder Dan glanced at Lin Yan and teased, “Want to go in and see? This Miss Qiu Er seems pretty famous!”
Lin Yan shook his head, showing no interest.
“No, these people aren’t even worth a single hair painted by Teacher Chunqiu.”
Uh-oh, it seems his disciple’s mental state has some serious issues!
“Achoo!”
Bai Feng sneezed and glanced at the Child of Fate standing motionless at the door, puzzled about what the other was thinking.
If he knew what they were chatting about, he’d shout injustice:
There’s no hidden reason—he really just came to listen to the music, and incidentally gather material!
After all, erotic art doesn’t just come out by magic; you need inspiration!
And for creative work, he didn’t like being watched and didn’t want to reveal his alternate identity.
Besides, with his current taste, the usual top girls here weren’t good enough, and the best were too expensive.
It was better to quietly hide in a room and draw his art.
“Here she comes! Miss Qiu Er is out!”
“Qiu Er, look at me!”
“Quick, quick, tip! I absolutely won’t be outdone by those guys!”
“Miss Qiu Er, I’m your dog!”
For a moment, the crowd below went wild as if possessed.
Bai Feng’s tea-sipping motion froze.
Though he had come many times, he’d never seen a scene like this before.
Curious, he slowly walked to the window and looked at the woman playing the zither—her face veiled by a translucent veil.
She wore a black long dress, but it was very different from an ordinary gown.
The black fabric covered most of her chest, leaving a patch of snow-white skin exposed at the top.
Two thin straps tied around her neck, revealing a delicate collarbone and smooth, fair back.
The lower half was fully covered by the skirt, but the fabric was somewhat transparent, just enough to vaguely see slender legs inside, teasingly indistinct.
Though the dress was plain, it gave off an aura of nobility that made it hard to look away.
The moment she appeared, the once noisy hall fell silent instantly.
But unlike the stunned crowd, Bai Feng’s expression was a little strange—Isn’t this the exact outfit from my erotic art?
If you’re going to copy it, at least change something, don’t copy it directly!
Luckily, when he drew his art, he mostly designed clothes native to this world, only occasionally sketching new outfits inspired by moments like this one worn by Qiu Er.
He didn’t draw clothes from Lansheng because those would be too shocking for people here.
He had planned to reveal them slowly, but now he was glad he hadn’t drawn them all out; otherwise, his Lansheng wool-gathering scheme would be ruined by these people.
He despised two types of people most: those who steal wool and those who prevent him from stealing wool.
Stealing wool is one thing, but at least throw some money in as a courtesy!
Buy a couple of books or something!
It wasn’t just Bai Feng who noticed this.
After regaining their senses, others also realized:
“That looks like the dress that appeared in Teacher Chunqiu’s illustrations. Teacher Chunqiu really has great taste!”
“Right, I remember it was issue 11, page 4.”
“Teacher Chunqiu, you’re my god!”
“No, no, no, the focus is on the dress. Could Miss Qiu Er be a reader of Chunqiu’s works?”
“Bullshit! Miss Qiu Er is so pure, there’s no way she reads that stuff!”
For a moment, those nearby froze.
They glanced at the Qiufeng Tower sign to confirm they weren’t in the wrong place, then looked at the fanatics with crazed faces, and quietly distanced themselves.
“Damn lunatics! How did this kind of idiot get into Qiufeng Tower?”
“Stay away, being close to them makes me feel dumber.”
The noise below didn’t affect Miss Qiu Er.
She placed a hand on the strings, plucked gently, and immediately the quarrels and murmurs vanished.
Bai Feng sat back down in his chair as the music began.
Her playing was indeed excellent, and the zither’s sound seemed magical, drawing people into unconscious obsession.
But they stole my wool and used the stolen wool to make money off me!
Sigh, it still makes me angry!
Boring, I’m done listening. Let’s go!
Bai Feng quietly pushed open the door.
Even the maids were entranced by the music and didn’t notice him sneaking out.
Only Qiu Er on stage kept her eyes fixed on him as he left.
“Better go home and soak up the sun.”
Bai Feng shook his head, but after just a few steps, a few people approached.
They wore the same clothes as the Child of Fate he’d met earlier.
They seemed to be inner disciples of Tianjian Sect.
Little brothers of the Child of Fate?
While pondering, the others spotted him:
“Heh, what a waste. Running around places like this in broad daylight. I really feel sorry for Sister Bai.”
Bai Feng:
“?”
What the hell does it matter to you that I’m here listening to music at a brothel?
Damn it, I’m a villain with a villain system and I’m getting mocked!
So who really has the villain system, you or me?
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