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”...