Chapter 50: The Slippery Auntie Jue
"HUH!? What do you mean?" A certain furious youth in the crowd demanded. In the crowd, a few older individuals who were more familiar with Auntie Jue's personality shared knowing smiles.
"Haha, it's a joke, it's a joke." Auntie Jue replied, "I just wanted to get up and grab some more seeds."
"Che." The youth turned his face away.
"Anyways, so the ginseng, devastated in the loss of the young dragon and wracked with self guilt returned home and drank for seven days and seven nights, reminiscing the time he had shared with the young dragon. At the end of his stupor, he chanced upon enlightenment, and regretted pushing the young man away. In his old age he had overlooked a small piece of wisdom that the dragon had understood long ago. And that was…"
A youth in the crowd: F*ck we get it already, you like dragging out your words. I won't say anything, get on with it already.
Auntie Jue: Hehe, does it hurt? Is it annoying? Do you want to beat me up? Well suck it up, you can only listen.
"Time is unfeeling like a river, emotionless, it rushes onward towards it's destination. But as humans, we need not think so much of the destination, but simply how we feel. So what if everyone disdained them? So what if there was no happy ending? In the moment they were in love, so why not enjoy it to it's fullest?"
At this, many people in the crowd gave out thoughtful looks. It seemed like this Auntie Jue wasn't just a good storyteller, but also had some good insights into cultivation and life.
"But atlas, it was too late now, and at the end of this enlightenment the ginseng's heart only hurt more. What a fool he was, a stubborn old fool. He worked at an Academy, but instead of teaching all he did was cause harm, so with conviction in his heart, he vowed to meet his lover again in the next life and struck out and broke his heart meridian."
"Days later, the Academy found out of the old man's passing and was outraged. How had this come to be? After all, while the ginseng was but a janitor, he was a worker at the Academy, this was a role that contained great privilege, so what had caused him to die? After a short investigation, the Academy soon found out all of the details, and quickly apprehended the snotty nosed brat who had caused this tragedy and cut out his tongue then sealed his heart meridian which in turn crippled his cultivation."
Auntie Jue stopped here for a moment. Sweeping her gaze across the crowd with a stern look that didn't quite suit her.
"After all, he was a waste with a poisonous tongue and a black heart. By ending his path here, it could be considered a service to the five continents. But atlas, the tragedy had not yet passed, days later the dragon awoke from his seclusion and soon heard the news."
"Hearing of his lover's death and the tragedy behind it, even the high heaven level heartless cultivation technique could not hold against his outpour of emotion. With a shout, he spit out three liters of blood and fainted, when he awoke his cultivation was gone, after all how can one cultivate a heartless technique with a heart as red as his? But the dragon did not care, he ran off into the distance looking for his lover."
Sighing, Auntie Jue stopped there and looked off longingly into the distance.
"And then what?"
Auntie Jue turned and gave a dirty look at the brat who had bothering her throughout her storytelling session, "And then he ran over here and kneeled, to seek forgiveness from his lover's spirit."
Waving her hand in the general direction of Fu Hao Xin who had paled even more considerably since the morning and was muttering incomprehensible mantras to himself to try to continue persevering… The audience couldn't help but slightly believe Auntie Jue's narration, after all this youth did seem to have some sort of mental problem and seemed to be a little deranged.
But there was just one problem… This youth clearly still had foundation level cultivation, ah? What happened to being crippled?
At this moment, Di Tou had just finished making his bed and eating the remaining flatbread and duck.
"Hmm what a nice morning… OH SH*T MORNING!?" Di Tou suddenly realized. Hey, wasn't Fu Hao Xin supposed to arrive in the morning? Actually, what time was it?
Quickly walking to the door, Di Tou hoped that Fu Hao Xin was running late and hadn't waited too long.
*Outside*
As the audience was getting ready to question Auntie Jue as to how she had gotten wind of this news, suddenly the door to the house opened.
The Audience: There's a ghost! The ginseng has returned!
Di Tou: WTF why are there so many people in front of my house?
Fu Hao Xin: Persevere.. Persevere… Eh? Is this door open?
Auntie Jue: Oh sh*t. I thought this old fart wasn't home.
As Di Tou was processing what was going on, and what he should do to react most like Mu Di Bai, after all, this was the first time so many eyes were focused on him, Auntie Jue broke the silence.
"Haha, Old Bai, I was just playing a joke, a joke, I'll catch you later." Before quickly vanishing in front of everyone.
In the audience, someone couldn't help but ask, "Disappearing into the void on will… Isn't that a sign of the Void Returning stage..?"
"Sh*t it really is? Are you telling me that the Auntie telling the story was a high level cultivator?"
"Wha? Wait, but is the story true or false then?"
"Idiot, it's obviously false, look! An old man came out, that lady was clearly just spinning a tale."
"Oh, that's too bad… I wonder where I can hear her stories again, they seem better than those at the teahouse."
"Ah…"
As the audience started dispersing, the conversations faded away into the wind, before long not many people were left, only a few curious onlookers who wanted to take a peek to see if there was any show to be watched.
"Ahem, ah, Xiao Fu, why don't you get up and come inside first?"