Chapter 30 - Competition

        

        It was the crack of dawn next day, when there were some shouts in the street. Larc

hen sighed.. 

        He got up to see what's going on, like many other people.. 

        

          - You are a dead man, Mstyls, a disciple shouted towards the other.

          - Just try me Crumor..

         

         They attacked each other with complicated glyphs and martial arts moves... 

         

          - Hey stop making so much noise in the morning, smt spoken in a soft manner.. Yo

u are disturbing the village folk..

          

          - (village folk ? larchen smiled to himself.. mornings were fun in the city)

           

         People were shocked it was the ladies of the void hall. Their clothes were really

 eye-catching and their auras were

         inccoruptable..

         

           - Let's go, are you coming ? stop fighting... Events will start soon and you'll

 miss them...

           

           Most people dropped what they were doing, forgetting their griveances and start

ed following them from behind towards

           the center of the city where the competition would take place.

           

          They were passing over the Larchen's mansion.. and a few of them, looked at him 

with focused looks... they kept walking for

          a while and then turned their heads back towards the street as if to say we'll s

ee you later... or some such 

          

          What's going on..Elder Fowliang, appeared half clothed behind the door frame...

          

          The female disciples eyes were popped.. they composure totally broken... their f

ace red... What was a model doing at this youther's

          house... She had huge boobs and had a large belly... But her bearing suggested s

he was some kind of competition official...

          

          The people following were flabbergasted but like dogs that smelled the pheromone

s on the air, they started to unfollow the

          void disciplies, jeering at them.. Why would i care..., i was enchanted for noth

ing....

          

          Fowliang was feeling amused, she curled her arm around should of Larchen and ask

ed, what do i get to eat today, my husband ?

          Ostrich eggs or rare purple spirit stones, don't forget to buy me tickets that a

re most expensive...

          

          Larchen stood there looking at the scene, in slow motion observing them.. as mos

t people's eye turned to various shades of red..

          What was this a trope at work ? This scene was too much.. Drama was going out of

 hand. 

           

           Then well have sex.. if you do, she added.

           

           Some in crowd panicked and started running...

           

           

           Elder Fowliang, please stop making people uncomfortable, we apologize for distu

rbing your household, you don't need to make

           jokes..

           

           Ah, You are an official from the void hall ? Fowliang asked.. i was just having

 some fun..

           

           Please, don't make fun our disciples, i'm sure they've learned their lesson, of

ficial added.. Let's go everyone, elder, are you coming ?

           

           In a bit, Fowliang saluted.. Tell our people if you see them...

           

           They exchanged pleasantries, void hall was an ally of the Stoneyard Thunder god

 sect..

           

           ..

           Larchen stumbled out of his stupor, his life was "amazing" now, or rather thing

s happening arond him.. both were comedic and surreal..

           He prepared to happily carry himself to competition ground, with Fowliang..

           

           How are you doing Fowliang, officials were welcoming her...  Are you well ? 

           

           Larchen waited on the competition stands waiting for his turn... When his turn 

came, he delivered his poem in a happy manner..

           

           Hey, why is this guy so happy ? smo asked

           

           Is he on psychodelics ? smo in the jury asked Fowliang. Poem sucks...

           

           Fowliang was shaking her head... It was this clown's time once again.. Results 

would be of course unexpected...

           

           Suddenly there was a boom.. Larchen's eyes were full of energetic light, he was

 chanting smt strange. There was quite a commotion in the

           elders' stands, attentions turning to him once again.

           

           ~Hey, this looks like some sort of mantra... 

           ~He is going through the jorney of cultivation, its hardships and the dominatin

g will.

           

           ~But why do i feel so sad... i have never feel so miserly..

           ~I think i'm going to throw up.. Panic was forming in the audience..

           ~This feels like he is confronting his inner demons... 

           

           I'm the lord of all poetry... Why have you called me here....

           

           ...Crowd look at Larchen in shock...

           

           Ahem excuse me smo stood up.. I'm elder Prosarthri .. I've some questions.. if 

you don't mind

           

           .. I traversed the universe for centuries... There is nothing i don't know abou

t poetry...

           

           The way he speaks were strange, many people were thinking, he was a retard... M

eanwhile he had

           said he was the god of poetry... Scene was awkward.

           

           Can we compete in poetry then ? Prosarthrl asked...

           

           ..You wish to compete with me in poetry go ahead...

           

           Ehm.. "I've characterized the nature in blood~~, Prosarthri has gone on for a w

hile.. His poetry

           had a natural blood aura about him, crowd were impressed, Fowliang were nodding

 as well in approval.

          

          ...The god of poetry chuckled... 

          ... I tell of a time, where crisis were our very existence.. Handful were chosen

 to save the world....

           

           He went on weirdly for a while, talking about old wars one minute, and best cit

ies next.. He

           went on about things using counter proses, it was so bad, it was good...

           

           But those who were versed in history could tell, that it was excellent poetry, 

they started

           cheering and clapping, many were in agreement... Crowd went wild..

           

           Prosarthri saluted, nodded and sat down.. He sheepisly looked around, alth it w

as good

           experience, challenging god of poetry to a competition was damaging to his manl

ihood

           since it ended with humiliating defeat. 

           

           The legislating body shifted uncomfortably, they were making a decision to grad

e Larchen's

           performance.