Chapter 561: Vengeance for My Parents, Unending Until Death!

Xuanqing Daozhang stared deeply at Le Zhuang, at his resolute bearing, at the hatred evident on his face and in his eyes; no wonder he always felt something was off about the child—he had buried his parents' hatred deep within, unable to free himself from endless vengeance, and said:

"Xiao Zhuang, do you know the situation of the Zhu Clan in Xiang Xian? Do you know how many warriors they have and how many Imperial Attendants?"

"I know!"

Le Zhuang gritted his teeth and said.

He learned that his parents were both killed by the Zhu Clan's eldest son, and he constantly thought of avenging them.

At first he begged his grandfather to teach him skills, but his grandfather refused; he then planned to go to the town's martial arts hall to train, but was turned away.

The Zhu Clan dominates all of Xiang Xian; they are powerful and wealthy, and the tiny Liangshui Town martial arts hall dares not provoke the Zhu Clan.

How could anyone not understand the meaning of him suddenly running to the hall to train? The hall's master usually does not refuse, but it could easily bring about a disaster.

There was no other way.

He could only learn in secret; during that time he specifically investigated the Zhu Clan's situation.

He did not know whether the Zhu Clan flaunted their power to show off or out of fear that others might bear grudges, deliberately displaying their might.

They gave no concealment, listing each of their warriors and Imperial Attendants openly.

Upon learning the Zhu Clan's details, he was struck like a bolt from the blue.

Because he knew clearly that even if he were not secretly learning martial arts, even if the hall master taught him hand‑by‑hand, after ten or twenty years of diligent cultivation he still could not find the Zhu Clan's eldest son to avenge his parents.

At that time he was thoroughly crushed, yet he did not give up, believing that heaven does not betray the diligent.

Ten or twenty years were not enough; he still had thirty‑four or forty years. Even if he had to wear the Zhu Clan's eldest son down to his last breath, he would still seek him out to avenge his parents, cutting the Zhu Clan's eldest son to pieces to vent his hatred.

He recalled his grandfather's words: after secretly learning martial arts for half a year at the hall, he was ignorant and went to seek revenge against Zhu Xing, with some truth and some falsehood.

His revenge was genuine, his ignorance was false; to be precise, he was duped by the covert instructor who claimed to have obtained a piece of information.

One day Zhu Xing would sneak into a flower‑street and willow‑alley to find a prostitute for amusement!

The time and place were described crystal‑clear; he recognized it as a once‑in‑a‑lifetime chance, for otherwise, relying on his own effort to locate Zhu Xing, who was constantly guarded by warriors, would take decades, so he set an ambush in advance based on the tip.

He fled to the county seat and hid for a night, watching Zhu Xing slip alone into a small courtyard; seizing the moment when no one was around, he prepared to break in and kill Zhu Xing to avenge his parents.

When he entered, he discovered it was a prostitute's room, actually a dog‑breeding place, where a pack of vicious dogs leapt at him from all directions.

Even though he fought back, they still maimed him severely; Zhu Xing intervened, lest he have been gruesomely killed by the dogs' sharp jaws.

It wasn't that Zhu Xing was kind‑hearted; rather, they didn't want him to die so easily, hoping he would persist in avenging his parents, for otherwise Zhu Xing would have no toys for amusement.

At that moment, standing beside Zhu Xing, he saw his neighbor—the one who had covertly taught him martial arts in the hall and told him Zhu Xing would come alone for fun—realizing that everything had been deliberately targeted at him by Zhu Xing.

No.

It also couldn't be said that Zhu Xing deliberately targeted him; rather, the good neighbor sold him to Zhu Xing for a good price, making him one of Zhu Xing's warriors, allowing him to eat a bite of Zhu Clan's food, so that his whole family could bask in his glory and feel proud throughout Liangshui Town.

Over the years he was repeatedly humiliated by Zhu Xing; he hated to the point of wanting to devour Zhu Xing alive, but repeated failures left his heart ashen, making him realize he might never be able to avenge Zhu Xing in this lifetime. Until Xuanqing Daozhang—his uncle—appeared, a glimmer of hope emerged.

Initially.

When Xuanqing Daozhang heard the news of his parents' death, he turned to leave; knowing that Xuanqing Daozhang intended to avenge his parents, he raised both hands in approval.

At that time he began to imagine how Xuanqing Daozhang would avenge his parents, yet the thought of Zhu Xing's gruesome death at Xuanqing Daozhang's hands gave him no joy.

All the humiliation he endured from Zhu Xing over the years left him with no unscathed flesh, his whole body riddled with dog bites.

Again and again, Zhu Xing's henchmen—among them the one who sold him for a good price—brought him before Zhu Xing while the latter toured the mountains, forcing him to fight Zhu Xing's vicious dogs.

Every now and then!

If.

The scene of him battling the vicious dogs had become one of Zhu Xing's amusements; perhaps long ago he had already been gruesomely killed by Zhu Xing's dogs, yet over the years each encounter left him severely maimed, a suffering worse than death.

If not…

He still thought of avenging his parents; his grandfather lay in bed needing care, and he might not have been able to endure any longer, so he would have gone to his parents.

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Therefore.

Zhu Xing died just like that; he felt no pleasure at all. What he wanted was to personally tear Zhu Xing to pieces, venting his hatred.

Xuanqing Daozhang continued to press, "Since you know, why do you still want to avenge yourself?"

"Uncle, please grant me your support!"

Le Zhuang's face and eyes were filled with unmistakable resentment as he said, "Of course. If I lack the ability to avenge my parents and end up dying at the hands of the Zhu Clan's warriors or Imperial Attendants, then I ask you, Uncle, to avenge my parents for me. I'll accept that; it's my own fault!"

"You brat!"

Xuanqing Daozhang cursed, turned his head toward Le Wenmao, and asked, "Tiger Boy, what do you think?"

"That little brat wants to personally avenge his parents; that's a good thing!"

Le Wenmao sighed lightly; although he did not believe that his grandson could, even by learning from Xuanqing Daozhang, avenge his parents, he knew that avenging his parents had become his grandson's obsession, and even if his grandson could not do it himself, with Xuanqing Daozhang's care he would not be at a loss, and he said:

"From now on I entrust my grandson to you, Gouzi Ge. He is our family's sole heir, the responsibility of continuing the lineage rests on him; Gouzi Ge, you must find him a good granddaughter‑in‑law!"

Xuanqing Daozhang's complexion changed dramatically, and he asked, "Tiger Boy, what do you mean?"

"Gouzi Ge, I know my own situation perfectly!"

Le Wenmao sighed lightly, a mix of regret and greater expectation on his face, and remarked, "I'm going to see Wenjun before you; you must not be jealous of me!"

(End of Chapter)