46 Making Insinuations

Thankfully, Fatty Tang was lacking in many aspects but he had a plump body, a big heart, and nerves of steel and the most important of all, a positive outlook on life. This was even after suffering countless sessions of scoldings and beatings and even when he was a subject of gossip which was enough to cause an average man to commit suicide in shame.

For him, he only needed to take a nap and he would be able to dismiss everything that had happened and consider them history.

If this was any other person, there would already have been a rope around his neck and he would have undergone the cycle of samsara countless times.

Although, this so-called optimistic attitude to life, a big heart or having nerves of steel was but a better way of saying it. A harsher way of looking at it, was him being a thick-skinned, shameless person.

Finally, this fatty was able to use the coming Autumn Festival as an excuse to slip away from his house. The first thing he did after escaping was to come complain to Jun Mo Xie. Coincidentally, Jun Mo Xie was busy pondering what it was that he had obtained. For Fatty Tang to come, heading to the Drunken Immortal Establishment for some drinks.

Fatty Tang drank a cup of wine, then gave out three sighs. Then, he stretched out his radish-like index finger to the skies and let out a mouthful of curses as he vented his anger.

Drinking one cup after another, he repeated… again and again…

With such violent intensity, such vicious deep-seated hatred. One would think he was an old lady who had just lost her husband.

All the guests on the upper floor frowned! Even his bodyguards looked away, acting as though they were strangers.

To have to accompany this kind of Young Master out, was simply too humiliating…

Jun Mo Xie himself rolled his eyes. Even though he possessed a calm temperament, the one that the fatty was cursing included himself; and yet, he had to sit still and ignore whatever was said about him. How could he not have a single reaction?

"I say, Fatty, what exactly was stolen from your home? With your relentless cursing, my mood to continue drinking has been extinguished."

Jun Mo Xie looked at the cup of wine before him. Being cursed at was but a small thing, after all with his calm temperament, something like that could be take in stride easily.

The wine, on the other hand, was made so that its fragrance would assail one’s nose, but the taste was akin to drinking rice water, not having the slightest hope of making one tipsy! It was harder to stomach than the curses!

The evaluation of the wine that Jun Mo Xie would give was this.

This wine was just like a woman whose body is even fatter than Tang Yuan, whom then, used a bunch of cheap perfume to mask away her body shape.

Having drunk this wine, Jun Mo Xie could not help but recall Old Song’s wine from the night with the heavy rain. Jun Mo Xie now felt a longing for the wine that he had once contemptuously considered as trash.

This was how the phrase,

"The dead should be compared with other dead people while the living should be compared with other living people."

The wine was something hard for Jun Mo Xie to swallow and was severely lacking compared to the top-grade wines of his previous life. But now, he had finally understood. The man’s words back then were indeed, the truth!

Jun Mo Xie suddenly recalled that he had recently brewed some wine! After having placed them aside for the fermentation to take place, he had totally forgotten about them. Counting down the days, he came to a conclusion.

I should be able to take them out in a few days’ time. I should quickly have them be completed soon. Even if it is not for the sake of making money, I should do it for my own sake!

If I have to keep drinking this kind of rubbish wine, how am I supposed to live?

Once I take the wine out from fermentation, I too will sell in limited numbers!

Son of a bitch! Ten thousand silver Liangs per jug!

Either you love it and pay for it or leave it!

I will drink it all myself! If I cannot finish it then I will let pigs drink it!

Son of a bitch! Just saying it, makes me feel comfortable!

He thought viciously to himself while smelling the cup of ‘garbage’ wine. With his heretical thoughts, feeding it to the pigs was not something he would not do…

"Sigh…" Tang Yuan paused, his round face, comparable to a poached egg was etched with a distorted expression.

"Third Young Master… Brother, I am really having a fucking miserable time. Why did they have to bring this calamity onto me? Could they have not have bought it to another family? Damn their eighteen generations! This senior will be sure to exterminate them forever! And then there were those damn thieves! They were the ones who stole the items, yet why is my grandfather constantly targeting me instead? I pray that they become crippled for the rest of their lives!"

The more he said, the more agitated he became. Tang Yuan stood up in rage, slamming his leg down, forcing his entire body weight upon the chair he was seated upon. The slabs of fat on his body moved aggressively as he roared savagely towards the skies!

Thankfully, the chairs in the Drunken Immortal Establishment were adequate enough to support the weight of this fatty, if not the chair would have broken a few times by now!

Jun Mo Xie felt his self-control slipping. He raised his hands to cover his face, feeling a strong urge to run away… it was far too humiliating to be seen with this fatty…

The entire third floor of the Drunken Immortal Establishment suddenly became deathly silent! Everyone turned their heads to observe this fatty raging in anger.

Panting, Tang Yuan removed his leg from the chair, sat back down without even wiping it, and started to drink violently again.

"Third Young Master, the item that my family lost this time is something unordinary!" Tang Yuan twisted his face with anger.

"Due to this item, my life has become a living hell for these past few days. My old man had given me close to a dozen beatings while my grandfather will beat me with a huge stick as he chases me. Look at me… how fast do you think I can run? Look at how much weight I have lost,"

Tang Yuan plaintively measured his body as he sat on the chair; the fats from his soft belly covering his knees.

"Err… you have indeed lost a lot of weight," Jun Mo Xie spoke contrary to his real thoughts before adding on. "You have lost so much weight that your face does not have any wrinkles anymore."

Tang Yuan let out a "pui". He had originally wanted to trigger Jun Mo Xie’s curiosity but Jun Mo Xie did not even attempt to ask about it. Nevertheless, this matter had caused much misery onto Tang Yuan. If he did not have any desire to vent, why would he have brought Jun Mo Xie here?

"Third Young Master, that item is a Xuan Core, a true Xuan Core!" Tang Yuan moved close to Jun Mo Xie and whispered into his ear. Not just any Xuan Core, it is one of a peak Ninth level Xuan Beast! That is simply a treasure used to defy the heavens!"

"So? It is just a Xuan Core. And here I thought it was something incredible."

A Xuan Core from a peak Ninth Xuan Beast?

Jun Mo Xie’s heart jumped, but he hid his thoughts away and acted dismissively.

"What is so extraordinary about something like that? I too have one."

"You think this is the same as those Fifth and Sixth level trash? You dare take your little toy and compare it with my family’s?"

Tang Yuan snorted loudly.

"Let me enlighten you, that thing in my home was a pinnacle Ninth level Xuan Core. If this were to be leaked out, I fear that the whole world would quake due to it! If an Earth Xuan ranked expert were to utilize it, that person would be able to be propelled from the beginner stage of Earth Xuan up to the peak stage of Sky Xuan! If it was a middle stage Sky Xuan ranked expert, then that person would be able to charge all the way into the realm of Spirit Xuan! Third Young Master! A Spirit Xuan rank expert! The numbers of such an expert can be only be counted on one hand!"

Tang Yuan moved his short, fat hands in an exaggerated embracing posture, signifying the world.

"It has such a potent effect?"

Jun Mo Xie’s heart was pounding, but he looked at Tang Yuan with suspicion.

"You dare to boast so much in front of me? If it truly has such a potent effect, then wouldn’t the Chamber of Commerce sell it like crazy?

Tang Yuan felt insulted. Raising his fingers, he made an oath, his fat face becoming red.

"Whichever son of a bitch is bragging will have his entire family die!"

"Sell it like crazy? Did you think you can just find something like this anywhere? If this was not an extremely rare item, do you think my grandfather would have been so mad? I am a real son of a bitch! To think I would complain about this to you, this son of a bitch! I have really found the wrong son of a bitch to complain to!" Fatty Tang became agitated and began uttering his catchphrase "son of a bitch" with wanton abandon.

"Oh… I truly feel sympathy for your mother," Jun Mo Xie gave out a long "oh". In his mind, he was considering what to do. If this was truly such a Heavenly defying treasure, then the more it should not be returned to the Tang Family. Rather then have it be wasted on the Tang family, such a treasure would be of much more use on his own family, being able to create a super expert.

Tang Yuan, whose eyes were currently both red, grinned. He felt that in these past few days, it was indeed only Jun Mo Xie, who was willing to hear him out. This caused him to feel moved, suddenly causing some mucus to rise. He easily blew it out before turning back to face Jun Mo Xie and continue his heartfelt conversation. It was at this moment…

"Who was it? Which bitch was carelessly blowing off his snot? Get your bitch ass out here! Watch as this senior annihilate your nine generations!" A sharp, angry voice rang out loudly, accompanying an unparalleled aura of violence and wickedness.