Chapter 556

"So there really is gossip!"

Wang Ping'an looked at Le Wenmao's guilty expression, couldn't help feeling like laughing, but when he saw his master's angry face, the smile that had just appeared vanished instantly, and he thought to himself:

"But speaking of it, it must have been hard on my master; after all, any normal man couldn't accept such a thing, even after decades of gradually coming to terms with it, when a rival appears, it's still hard to suppress the anger in his heart!"

Moreover.

Wang Ping'an looked at his master's angry demeanor; although the conversation between his master and Le Wenmao hadn't progressed much, he could infer that Le Wenmao must have wronged his master, for otherwise neither his master nor Le Wenmao would look like this.

In that moment, Wang Ping'an felt endless sympathy for his master.

Although.

Male-female love is just a minor path; the true great way is the path of cultivation, yet how many can let go of love?

Xuanqing Daozhang twisted his face into a snarl, glared at Le Wenmao as if he wanted to devour him alive, and said in an unfriendly tone:

"I left Liangshui Town and asked you to take good care of Wenjun; is this how you took care of Wenjun for me?"

"Master, you are my grandmother's older brother!"

Le Zhuang said, surprised.

When they heard that, Xuanqing Daozhang and Le Wenmao hadn't reacted yet; Wang Ping'an almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He never imagined Le Zhuang would mistake his master for his grandmother's brother, and didn't consider that his own grandfather was an orphan, so how could there be a sister?

"Gouzi Ge, it's my fault, it's my fault, I didn't take good care of Wenjun!"

Le Wenmao wore a guilty expression, muttering to himself, lowering his head, not daring to meet Xuanqing Daozhang's gaze, tears streaming down his face.

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at Le Wenmao's humiliating appearance, let out a cold snort, turned his head toward Le Zhuang beside him, and said with a smiling face:

"You're right, I am your grandmother's older brother!"

"Huh?"

Wang Ping'an, who had been secretly laughing at Le Zhuang's lack of insight, heard Xuanqing Daozhang's words, and his mockery of Le Zhuang vanished instantly; his complexion turned odd, and while Xuanqing Daozhang wasn't looking, he furtively stared at him, thinking to himself:

"Could it be that I'm the real clown, that everything was my misunderstanding, and this is just a story of unrequited love?"

But that thought didn't linger long in Wang Ping'an's mind before he dispelled it himself; not because he refused to acknowledge his mistake, but because he couldn't believe his master was a drifter who could have a sister.

"Wenjun's parents and my parents both perished while fleeing famine; we have relied on each other since childhood, and I have taken her as my own sister."

"When my master sent a letter saying you married Wenjun, I was happy; who would have thought that you, Le Wenmao, though perhaps not perfect, are a good person and wholeheartedly care about Wenjun."

"Now that you are married, I believe you will give Wenjun a good life; if I hadn't had important matters then, how much I wanted to return and attend your wedding with Wenjun!"

At this point, Xuanqing Daozhang's face was filled with unmistakable remorse, and he glared at Le Wenmao in an unfriendly tone:

"But I never imagined that when I later received news from my master about Wenjun's death, I had just checked her condition before I left and she was fine; how could she suddenly die? Can you tell me how Wenjun passed away?"

At that time, he was in the crucial period of competing for an inner disciple position at Ziyang Palace; failing the assessment would mean being expelled and forced to find his own way. His greatest dream in life was to devote all his energy to cultivation, just like his master. Although he looked forward to Wenjun's marriage to Le Wenmao, he placed greater importance on the contest for inner disciples of Ziyang Palace.

He had only this one chance and could not give up under any circumstances.

According to his master, a commoner like him with no background cannot afford a single failure; a failure would plunge him into an irredeemable abyss.

He wanted to walk the great path of cultivation, and given his current situation, the only aid he could rely on was Ziyang Palace; if expelled by Ziyang Palace, progressing further in cultivation would be nearly impossible.

Therefore.

Back then, he poured out twelve parts of his energy, like a mad demon, spending several years to barely pass Ziyang Palace's assessment and become an inner disciple. Just as he was about to share this good news with his master and Wenjun, to make them happy, the news of Wenjun's death arrived.

He was stunned and lost for a long time, barely recovered, and wanted to return home to learn the details, but Ziyang Palace assigned him his first inner disciple mission. He wanted to refuse, yet his master wrote that his cultivation was paramount and he must not let Wenjun's death affect his practice.

This was also Wenjun's regret before she passed.

Even now, he cannot forget how, when he was young and training with his master, exhausted yet he would endlessly speak to Wenjun about his dreams; Wenjun never mocked him, but encouraged him time after time.

"Gouzi Ge, it's me, it's me who owes you…"

Le Wenmao, like an elderly dementia patient, repeated over and over, and before he could finish, Xuanqing Daozhang scolded him:

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"I of course know it's you who wronged me. Before I left, I repeatedly reminded you, you personally promised me you'd take good care of Wenjun. I don't want to hear your apologies now; I just want to know how Wenjun left. She had only been married to you a few years, and then she died, while she was clearly healthy!"

Of course.

He knows that Wenjun's death could not have been caused by Le Wenmao; they grew up together, Le Wenmao was always diligent in front of Wenjun, and later, no matter what Wenjun said, that dog would obey.

Not to exaggerate, even if Le Wenmao himself died, he wouldn't harm Wenjun.

Moreover.

Liangshui Town has his master stationed there; even if Le Wenmao's mind were waterlogged, his master would be the first to punish that dog for harming Wenjun.

"Wenjun, Wenjun was born when Xiao Zhuang's father passed away!"

Le Wenmao said with a pained expression.

"Impossible!"

Xuanqing Daozhang immediately stepped forward to refute, angrily saying: "Did you not call a midwife when my Wenjun gave birth? Even if the midwife couldn't help, there was no doctor, didn't you invite my master to assist?"

(End of chapter)