Chapter 73 - Story of Jiang Mingyue (2/2)

The crazy cultivator lifted Commander Qin’s father from the bed and inquired him the whereabouts of the jade pendant.

Commander Qin’s father was alarmed when he heard the man asking about the jade pendant. The pendant his mother gave him was magical. How could a crazy old man know about this?

He tried to move but only to find himself strengthless and numb. Moments later, the crazy man found the jade pendant he hid away.

Looking at the jade pendant in pieces, the man yelled to the sky. His insane voice sounded dismal, “My Yue’er… Yue’er…”

Being lifted by the neck, Commander Qin’s father’s face went red. He stumbled, “Who are you… How do you know my mother?” Yue’er was the nickname of his mother, the woman who seemed to never grow old. Her full name was Jiang Mingyue (“Jiang” means “river” and “Mingyue” means “bright moon” in Mandarin), and she was indeed beautiful as a bright moon over the river.

The craziness in the man’s eyes drifted away. He muttered, “Right, if this is not her child, she will never give her pendant of life to him…” A while later, the man returned to his crazy self. He chocked Commander Qin’s father harder and said, “You did it to her! It was your fault! If she didn’t lose so much vital essence while giving birth to you, she might still be saved even her pendant of life was broken… Now, it’s too late…”

Commander Qin didn’t understand what the crazy man was talking about. He only knew that it was about his mother and something might be wrong. A sense of dark foreboding rose in his heart. Before he asked for more details, the crazy man let go of him and ran away.

Commander Qin’s father followed out. One second before, the crazy man was at the door, and the next second, he was meters away.

“Master, my mother…” Commander Qin realized that the man was a cultivator, and he called out. With a blink of an eye, the crazy cultivator was further away, but his voice came, “I told you that there was a gap between cultivators and mortals, but you didn’t listen. You did give birth to trash who didn’t have the Taoist root. Ha ha… What a tras.h.!.+”

Commander Qin stops here and takes a sip of tea with a deep sigh.

This is the first time Lin Luoran hears about stories about the Taoist School. She asks cautiously, “Your grandmother… Was she alright?” Even as an amateur, Lin Luoran knows that a broken pendant of life means no good.

Commander Qin nods, “My father was occupied by the war. He wrote a letter home and received a letter in reply saying that everything was ok… When the war was over and he returned home, people told him that his mother started to look older since he left. Thus, his father looked even down upon her and days got harder and harder… One day, she coughed blood. Her illness came acutely and she pa.s.sed away days later. Afterwards, my father realized that my grandmother started to cough blood on the exact day the jade pendant was broken.”

The story ends here. Lin Luoran feels sad and sighs in her heart.

Jiang Mingyue. Lin Luoran can imagine what a beautiful female cultivator Jiang Mingyue was only by hearing her name. She gave up cultivation in pursuit of the desire of mortals, and her story ended with a lonely death.

Years pa.s.s, the moonlight over the river is still bright as usual. If Commander Qin’s grandmother could know how her story ended, would she regret?

Out of no reason, sadness fills Lin Luoran’s heart. She switches the topic with a forced smile, “What about the crazy cultivator? Did he ever show up again?”