13: Chapter 13 Waiter, Singer, Dao

The powerful figures in the sky were scheming, yet they were completely unaware that the young man on the grass was currently brewing such earth-shattering thoughts in his heart!

Su Fan desperately wanted to die right now and end this crappy simulation...

However, when he thought of himself with disabled legs in reality, he knew deep down that if he returned to reality now, he probably would not get a decent simulation reward. Thinking of this, he ultimately forced himself to suppress the impulse to seek death.

"Sigh, but... it is just too boring!!!"

Su Fan felt he was nearly going mad. In the past half a year, he had flown around nearly half of the Liuyun Kingdom a full thirty-two times, a full thirty-two times! Even if he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with overhead views of this region!

After scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, Su Fan could not help but let out a few long howls, startling the monkeys in the surrounding trees into howling along.

"This kid... what is he doing?" High in the distant sky, a Soul Transformation Venerable, unable to understand the behavior of Su Fan, asked in confusion.

"Could his Dao Heart have shattered? Has he gone mad?"

"In my humble opinion... could he be practicing some kind of Lion Roar Cultivation Technique?"

"Bah! This little brat, he is not crazy, but he is about to drive us old Immortals crazy instead!"

"..." After analyzing for a while, the few Venerables still could not understand what Su Fan was doing.

Over the next two days, the behavior of Su Fan left them even more confused. He kept walking, just kept walking... walking continuously.

"This kid... he can use Sword Flight, so why does he keep walking?"

"Bah! He is making us fly like ants, having to stop every now and then, intermittently. It is annoying me to death! I cultivate the Dao of Swiftness; is he trying to rush me to death?"

"Brother, you do not cultivate the Dao of Swiftness; you are just impatient..."

"Seeing through it without saying it makes us good Fellow Daoists..."

[Keep walking] [You keep walking] [You have no idea that this is driving the few Soul Transformation Stage Venerables following you crazy. They are flying one by one, and every time they fly a segment, they have to stop and wait for you.] [Those who do not know the situation might think you are toying with these big shots.]

[You keep walking, keep walking, until you arrive at a small town.]

[This is an ordinary Mortal town with taverns, teahouses, inns, various stalls, and so on. The streets are not wide, and the crowd is dense and bustling, full of the atmosphere of daily life.]

[For a Cultivator, there is no value here.]

[But there is an inexplicable attraction here, drawing you to stop and stay.]

[As if possessed, you walk into a tavern...]

"Waiter, warm a bowl of wine! And bring two jin of beef!"

You pick a random table, put down your Blue Steel Sword, and sit down.

Before long, the wine and food are served. Su Fan listens to the songstress singing while drinking fine wine and eating cooked beef.

The songstress glances at Su Fan, then plucks her pipa and continues to sing...

Su Fan does not look at the songstress. For those who cultivate the Dao, the affairs of the Mortal World are things outside their concern; the karmic ties of the Mortal World cannot affect the Dao Heart.

Viewing them as ants is not just a metaphor. In the eyes of a Cultivator, Mortals are indeed as worthless as ants.

In the world of Immortal cultivation, the Dao is diverse. Some pursue the Evil Path, some pursue the Righteous Path, some pursue slaughter, and some pursue justice, all ultimately just to achieve the Great Dao and rank among the Supreme.

Precisely because of the diversity of the Dao, the Dao Heart of each Cultivator is different, so their attitudes toward Mortals are also vastly different. Some view them as ants and kill them with a wave of their hand, while others view them as their own kin, like brothers and sisters, protecting them with all their might. This creates a contradictory balance.

Mortals actually survive safely in the Immortal cultivation world and multiply extensively.

However, in the end, Cultivators and Mortals are not the same kind of people in terms of their spiritual world.

Just like the songstress looking at Su Fan right now, her Mortal heart had long since fluttered, and a hint of affection had already arisen, simply because the current Su Fan was too refined and otherworldly, giving people a sense of being so handsome he seemed to glow, as if from another world, stunning like seeing an Immortal.

After singing a song, the songstress really could not help herself and walked over slowly. "Young Master, may I sing a song for you..."

Su Fan glanced at the songstress; to be honest, she was quite pretty, but his mood remained calm without waves. He just said indifferently: "Then I will write a lyric, and you sing according to the lyrics I write."

In the tavern, the songstress quickly composed music for the verses Su Fan gave her, starting with four lines of monologue. "Those who abandoned me, yesterday's days cannot be kept. Those who disturbed my heart, today's days are full of worries."

Then, she sang softly and lightly, with rising and falling tones, the singing melodious and carrying a faint taste of sorrow. "The long wind carries the autumn geese for ten thousand miles, against this, one can drink heartily in the high tower. The articles of Penglai have the bones of Jianan, and in between, little Xie is fresh and clear. Both of us harbor lofty spirits and soaring thoughts, wishing to ascend the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. Drawing a blade to sever the water makes the water flow more, raising a cup to drown sorrows only adds more sorrow. Life in this world is not satisfactory, tomorrow morning I will let my hair down and roam in a small boat."

When the song ended, the calm mood of the young man finally rippled, and then, he rewarded the songstress with a large bag of silver and left.

The next day. [You arrive at this tavern again. The moment the songstress sees you, she appears somewhat excited, runs over with small steps, and smiles brightly: "Young Master, you are here..."] [You call out expressionlessly: "Waiter, warm a pot of wine, bring two jin of beef!"] ["Young Master..."] [Facing your indifference, the expression of the songstress is slightly dim, she stands with her head bowed, looking at a loss.] ["Continue singing your song," you say indifferently.] [The songstress smiles, "Okay!"] [Then, she picks up the pipa, sits down, and sings the poem from yesterday.]

[On the third day, you arrive at this tavern once again...] ["Waiter!"] ["Guest, is it the same as usual?"] ["Yes!"] [The songstress also looks at you, winks at you, and then sings the poem you wrote for her again, that poem by Li Bai.]

[On the fourth day, you arrive at the tavern again.] "Waiter!" "Coming! Guest, the same as usual?" Songstress: "Drawing a blade to sever the water makes the water flow more, raising a cup to drown sorrows only adds more sorrow~"

On the fifth day. "Waiter!" "Guest, the same as usual?" Songstress: "Drawing a blade..."

[Day after day] [Until even you have forgotten how many days have passed.] [This day, the songstress runs over to confess to you: "Young Master, I want to serve you, I wonder if you would agree?"] [It turns out that after receiving that large bag of silver, she had long since redeemed herself.] [She only stayed in the tavern to be able to see you and sing for you.] [In fact, she no longer sings for others, only for you.] [Regarding her confession, you refuse without the slightest hesitation.] [From then on] [You still continue to go to the tavern to drink] [It is just that] [The songstress in the tavern has already been replaced by a new person...]