Chapter 632 - 630: Wintergourd Dancing, a Rare Sight

Chapter 632: Chapter 630: Wintergourd Dancing, a Rare Sight

Pip was at a loss for words. He glanced at his master, completely overwhelmed with emotion. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

"Master, I thought you were abandoning me. I never realized you had considered so much for our sake. You’re about to leave the Cunmere Realm yourself, yet you were still thinking of taking us with you."

He was so incredibly fortunate to have met his master in this lifetime.

’He thought back to the difficult days he and his clansmen had endured. Back when he was the clan leader, he had led The Shadowmist Clan in a life of constant hiding. Whenever the Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits they worked so hard to grow finally ripened, some damned Cultivators would come and dig them all up, even trying to hunt them down and wipe them out.’

’Only his master was different.’

’He was genuinely good to them, saving him and his clansmen time and again. For their clan to have such a master was a blessing earned over several lifetimes.’

Aaron Sinclair spoke up. "I’m leaving this place, so I wanted to ask if you’re willing to come with me." ’He was sure these wintergourds would follow him. But just in case—the slimmest of chances—if they didn’t want to go, he’d just pack them up anyway.’

’In short, he was just asking. Their opinions didn’t matter. Have you ever seen a Demon Cultivator who plays by the rules? Besides, he was the Young Master of the Demonic Sects, so he had to lead by example, heh heh heh heh.’

Before Aaron Sinclair could say another word, Pip was already nodding repeatedly.

"We’re willing! We’re willing!"

"Of course we’re willing! We’ll go wherever you go, Master! As long as you don’t find us to be a burden, we will follow you forever. The Shadowmist Clan, for all generations to come, swears to serve you faithfully unto death and will never betray you."

Of course, they had already sworn an oath to never betray Aaron Sinclair.

’A burden? No, no... how could they be a burden? They were a walking, talking Spiritual Medicine plantation. A supplier of raw materials for Elixir Pills. Now, the supplier had become the source of production, a completely self-sufficient operation. He’d cut out the middleman and their markup entirely.’

With this in mind, he reached out and patted Pip’s head. "Pip, you’re not a burden at all. On the contrary, your Wintergourd Clan is quite amazing. You can build houses underground, which is something others can’t do. Your clan can also accelerate plant growth, cultivating all sorts of Spirit Fruits and Spiritual Medicine. When it comes to farming, you’re already experts. That’s an unparalleled talent."

Aaron Sinclair wasn’t just paying lip service; he was being serious. Pip and his clansmen really were amazing. It was just that everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. By leveraging their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses, they could reach their greatest potential.

That was why it was best for Pip and his clansmen to follow him. At the very least, they wouldn’t have to worry about their safety. Furthermore, since they’d be working for him, he wouldn’t treat them unfairly. Aaron Sinclair had always been generous to his own people.

Pip scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"What’s so amazing about farming? Master, you’re making me blush. But still, we’ll go wherever you go." ’In truth, Pip was overjoyed. The master was taking them with him. No matter what, as long as he could follow his master from now on, everything would be fine.’

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly. "Alright then, Pip. Get your clan ready to relocate with me. Don’t worry. I can be a bit of a scoundrel sometimes, but I’m good to my own people. Stick with me, and you’ll be well-rewarded. As long as I’m around, no one will be able to bully you."

Pip nodded eagerly.

"Yes! Thank you, Master!"

...

「That evening, The Undercity of the Shadowmist Clan was bustling with excitement.」

Aaron Sinclair sat on a chair woven from vines. Before him was a long, vine-woven table, laden with all kinds of Spirit Fruits and several precious stalks of Spiritual Medicine. There were rows of roasted chicken, duck, and fish, all cooked to a perfect golden brown. There were also a few burnt stir-fried vegetable dishes, and among them, a whole roasted lamb, sizzling and dripping with fat. The Spiritual Medicine porridge, in particular, was cooked quite well and was still steaming.

Aaron Sinclair glanced over the spread. ’Such a lavish feast. It was clear these wintergourds had really put their hearts into it. As for those few burnt vegetable dishes... well, one could only say they really didn’t know how to cook those.’

Next to him were a few other seats, occupied by Pip, his children, and his grandchildren. Beside them were two elders. As for the area below, his gaze swept over row after row of wintergourds of all sizes. The sight, for some reason, was surprisingly comical.

The wintergourds of the Shadowmist Clan preferred to eat Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits raw. Thus, what lay before Pip’s clansmen were mostly Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits, along with some fresh, crisp vegetables that they loved. As for cooked food, they only ate roasted meat; other things like grains were eaten raw, with no need for cooking.

Seeing all the wintergourds staring intently at him, Aaron Sinclair stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, everyone. I won’t say much. The important thing tonight is to eat well, drink well, and have fun."

"Yes, Master!"

"Long live the Master!"

"Long live the Master!"

Someone shouted.

"Let the drums and gongs sound!"

THUMP, THUMP...

Amidst the clamor of gongs and drums, Aaron Sinclair looked up and saw a line of wintergourds fly onto a suspension bridge hanging in the air. They wore grass skirts around their waists and wreaths of flowers on their heads. That’s right, they were dancing. The wintergourds began to twist and sway to the beat of the drums.

They actually had a pretty good sense of rhythm.

Aaron Sinclair, who was in the middle of taking a sip from his wine cup, took one look and couldn’t help but spit his drink out.

"PFFT... HAHAHA..."

’What the hell is this?’ He couldn’t hold it in. Aaron Sinclair burst out laughing. Countless wintergourds turned to look at him, including the dancers, who were utterly confused.

Aaron Sinclair waved his hand. "It’s nothing, I just choked. Keep the music playing, keep on dancing. Just do whatever makes you happy."

"OHHHH..."

DA-DA-DA... DUM-DUM-DUM...

As soon as he finished speaking, the cheerful cries of countless wintergourds rose from below. Some of them even started shaking their heads and bobbing their bodies, looking as if they were drunk. It was clear that in their eyes, the dancing wintergourds were the most beautiful maidens in the clan.

’Alright, then! If it weren’t for the flower wreaths on their heads, he wouldn’t be able to tell any of these wintergourds apart.’

At that moment, the wintergourds on the suspension bridge began dancing to the rhythm with even more gusto.

Sitting there, Aaron Sinclair drank his wine and ate his meat while watching the wintergourds dance. ’This is actually pretty nice,’ he thought. ’Dancing wintergourds. Such a rare sight. I have to record this and show it to my mother later.’

Thinking of this, Aaron Sinclair immediately took out his phone and opened the video recorder. He aimed it at the scene before him and started recording. The longer he watched, the more the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

Once he’d finished recording, he put his phone away.

"I’ll show this to Mother when I get back. Dancing wintergourds, no less."