The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1283 Heavenly Sound Workshop

West Lake, the famed pleasure district in Chang’an City.

Every evening, hordes of travelers from the north and south flock here to seek revelry and indulgence.

This is also a gathering place for intellectuals, where in the teahouses by the lakeside, someone occasionally recites a few pretentious poems, drawing waves of applause.

Wang Jie is the guide today. As the son of the Southern King, he is quite familiar with such places.

The place he’s taking everyone to isn’t somewhere just anyone can access.

The group boards a wooden boat, adorned with red lanterns, blending in with the many vessels on the lake. They soon enter a waterside clubhouse surrounded by wooden fences.

At the entrance, a row of burly men stands guard. Only after Wang Jie flashes a token are they allowed inside.

This token serves as the VIP pass for the club; even the wealthy cannot gain access without it.

Long Fei glances at the guards, noting that they all possess Core Formation Stage Cultivation levels. Such figures dominate their surroundings in the secular world, yet they willingly serve as security here.

Within the waterside haven stands a five-story pavilion built by the shore.

Above its gate hangs a plaque inscribed with three bold characters: "Heavenly Sound Workshop."

Small boats float on the lake, filled with spirited discussions among spirited aristocrats and wealthy merchants.

Clearing his throat, Wang Jie introduces the place, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is none other than the most renowned Heavenly Sound Workshop of Chang’an City. The ladies here are highly skilled in music and performance. When it comes to beauty, if the women here were to claim second place, no other Oiran in Chang’an would dare claim first."

"That’s all?"

Lin Shanshan fans herself as she listens, showing a slight look of disappointment.

Having witnessed grand spectacles before, she dismisses the petty tricks of ancient folk.

Ji Wanyu blushes and remains silent; as a princess, she’s much more reserved than Lin Shanshan.

Wang Jie chuckles, "Of course, there’s more. The unique aspect of Heavenly Sound Workshop is that these ladies only entertain guests once every six months. Moreover, each evening, only one guest is chosen to be accompanied by the Oiran of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion. They present riddles or challenges, and if you’re able to answer them and catch their eye, only then may you have a chance."

Long Fei, sipping his wine, laughed, "Ah, I see, this is what’s called scarcity marketing. It’s just like how phones are sold in the secular world."

"Precisely, scarcity marketing!"

Wang Jie snapped his fingers, cupping his fists and fawningly said, "The boss is indeed the boss, always spot-on."

Chu Feng asked curiously, "With so many sons of nobility in Chang’an wielding power and influence, why can’t they just enforce their way in?"

Wang Jie answered, "Absolutely not. The Heavenly Sound Workshop has significant backing, rumored to be tied to an ancient lineage. Their cultivation isn’t low either. Once, the son of the Chief of Staff tried to oppress them using his status, only to have his entire family exterminated overnight. Strangely enough, the Old Emperor didn’t intervene at all. Since then, Heavenly Sound Workshop’s reputation soared, and no one dared to act recklessly here."

"Then who has been inside Heavenly Sound Workshop, and what do they do there?"

Liuu Jiangnan’s eyes sparkled, his fascination evident as he, self-proclaimed as one of the world’s most refined individuals, displayed his yearning.

Wang Jie chuckled, "Your questions? Someone has surely investigated before. But strangely, after leaving Heavenly Sound Workshop, the young geniuses forget everything that transpired that night. They only recall feeling as though they’d entered an Immortal Realm, completely relaxed, with an indescribable sense of fulfillment. Some even reported breakthroughs, overcoming their cultivation bottlenecks. Others claimed their chronic ailments were healed, their bodies completely restored. Each time Heavenly Sound Workshop opens its doors, not only do secular nobles line up to enter, but so do many cultivators."

"Brother Long, tonight, the spotlight’s on you."

Chu Feng continued drinking, flashing an impish grin at Long Fei.

Murong Chong, although typically reserved, spoke up, "Perhaps the Heavenly Sound Workshop could heal a Great Dao Injury."

Wang Jie eagerly chimed in, "I believe the boss can surely outshine everyone and win the beauty’s favor!"

Liuu Jiangnan clapped his forehead, suddenly realizing why Wang Jie had insisted on bringing Long Fei here.

He hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "Tonight, I won’t compete with my master for this rare beauty."

Long Fei chuckled, took another sip of wine, and finally understood their intentions.

They were seeking unconventional remedies for his Great Dao Injury.

Raising his cup, he gestured to everyone, saying, "Brothers, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. But let everything follow its course. The matter of the Great Dao Injury is not something you need to fret over. When fate arrives, the outcome will naturally reveal itself. Whether life or death—it’s up to destiny."

Hearing this, everyone furrowed their brows, raised their cups, and drank with him.

Long Fei’s tranquility deepened their unease.

As the group drank, the red lanterns atop the pavilion gradually lit layer by layer.

A burst of music from the pipa and guzheng played, sounding like celestial tunes drifting in with the wind, calming the scene instantly.

The sound carried an astonishing effect on qi regulation.

The flows of energy within each person’s body followed the music’s rhythm, and even the most agitated were calmed, awash with the serenity of spring rain.

On the pavilion, a group of women dressed in white robes, faces veiled, holding pipas, descended as if fairies onto the central stage.

Among them, a woman in a white dress with cascading black hair and bare fair feet gracefully landed last, cradling a guzheng.

Her face was hidden, but her flawless figure and ethereal, untainted aura made her presence captivating.

The guests held their breath, fearing their voice might shatter the stunning scene before them.

Wang Jie spoke to them using spiritual power, "This is Heavenly Sound Workshop’s Oiran, Yaoji Saintess."

Chu Feng couldn’t help but exclaim softly, "Summoned with a thousand calls, she emerges, holding a pipa and partly concealed."

This bad habit of plagiarism wouldn’t change.

Though borrowed, it fit the moment perfectly.

On stage, Yaoji Saintess seemed to sense something and deliberately cast a glance towards Long Fei.

Once the pipa and guzheng melodies ended, the scene remained silent momentarily before bursting with enthusiastic applause.

Fans couldn’t bear it anymore, some yearning to embrace their dream goddess.

Yet, deterred by Heavenly Sound Workshop’s powerful influence, they restrained themselves, shouting, "Yaoji Saintess, we love you!"

"Yaoji Saintess, please present the riddles!"

"Tonight’s chosen guest is definitely me. None of you better compete—I swear, if selected, I’ll gift each of you ten thousand Superior-grade Spirit Stones!"

"Poor bastard, bragging about ten thousand Spirit Stones. I, if chosen, will give away a million Spirit Stones to everyone present."

"All of you shut up, Yaoji Saintess is destined to be mine tonight."

A roar drowned out the voices of noble scions.

Everyone turned their heads to see that the man was a hulking monk wielding a Water-Milled Zen Staff.

Someone mocked, laughing, "Oh, Great Monk, how is it that a man of religion dares compete with us for women? If Patriarch Buddha knew, wouldn’t he break your legs?"

The monk stroked his bald head and cheerily swore, "You know nothing! I feast on wine, meat, and women, indulging in it all. Sincerity in my heart for Buddha—what does external appearance matter?"

Yaoji Saintess’s guzheng suddenly resonated, and she lightly said, "The high disciple of Wutai Mountain’s Heavenly Dragon Temple, Master Bujie, indeed has quite the unusual personality. However, we don’t permit such clamor here. Please restrain yourself, Master."

"Saintess recognizes me?"

The monk grew visibly excited, rubbing his shiny head before obediently sitting down.

Long Fei frowned as he listened, surprised by Heavenly Sound Workshop’s allure—strong enough to draw even monks.

This Master Bujie’s rather peculiar moniker caught his interest, yet he wondered how adept the monk’s Buddhist Law might be.

Since Long Fei was somewhat versed in Buddhist teachings, he thought there might be a chance for intriguing exchanges.

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