Chapter 562

"Grandfather, you, you, you don't want Xiao Zhuang anymore?"

Le Zhuang trembled all over, his face turned pale, his eyes filled with undisguisable terror, his voice trembling as he wailed:

"I, I, I, not going to find that bastard to take revenge, I'll just stay by your side, you, you, you won't leave me, okay?"

He didn't know how capable Xuanqing Daozhang was, but he trusted his grandfather's judgment; when his grandfather learned that Xuanqing Daozhang was preparing to avenge his parents, he didn't stop him.

This shows his grandfather believed Xuanqing Daozhang had the ability to avenge his parents.

He firmly believed that by learning skills from Xuanqing Daozhang, he would definitely be able to personally avenge his parents.

In his fantasy, after he had learned all of Xuanqing Daozhang's skills, how he would deal with Zhu Xing—whether to cut him into a thousand pieces or something else—to relieve the hatred in his heart.

He never expected…

His grandfather would actually say these words!

He had depended on his grandfather since childhood; in his world, besides his grandfather, there was no one else, and he dared not think about what he would do if his grandfather left.

"Xiao Zhuang, well, people ultimately die; over these many years, not a few people have passed away in Liangshui Town, and I, your grandfather, have also reached the point of my oil lamp running dry."

You might not know, for all these years I've lain in bed, it's been worse than death; if I weren't worried about you, I would have died long ago and settled everything, why would I still be lying in bed suffering these years?

Le Wenmao chuckled, the fear gone from his face, and he sighed:

"Now it's good, your uncle has appeared; with your uncle here, I believe he will surely take good care of you, and then I, your grandfather, can rest easy in death!"

Someone like him lost his wife early, his parents and relatives also passed away one after another; with great difficulty he raised his and Wenjun's children, saw them marry and have kids, yet they hadn't yet enjoyed good days when he and Wenjun's children provoked a beast they shouldn't have, and the beast beat them to death; Xiao Zhuang's mother unwilling to suffer humiliation also followed Xiao Zhuang's father in death.

His heart had long been as cold as ashes!

He had reported to the authorities before, but it was precisely this report that let him know the darkness of society, and only then did he realize how powerful the Zhu Clan was.

Fortunately, the officials in the county office, though barely, had a bit of conscience; they clearly explained to him the Zhu Clan's power, didn't make things difficult for him, and had people escort him out.

Although he was very angry, he bore no grudge against the county office; society is like this, even in a prosperous age it cannot be changed from being a man-eating society, but because it is a prosperous age it is much milder, not as brutal as in chaotic times, and at least there are still many basic bottom lines.

He blamed himself for being a good-for-nothing man; even though his son and daughter-in-law died, he had no ability to speak up for them, and he had not thought of doing nothing and going all the way, seeking an opportunity to trade one life for another.

But.

This thought didn't linger long in his mind; looking at his young grandson, he could only give it up—his own death didn't matter, but if he couldn't exterminate the entire Zhu Clan, later they would take revenge on his grandson, so he could only abandon the idea of trading one life for another, suppressing his resentment as he raised his grandson to adulthood.

He never expected that, when his grandson had just grown up, he would learn from outsiders the cause of his parents' death and come to ask him; he didn't want to say, but seeing his grandson's appearance at the time, he knew he couldn't stay silent, and could only tell the truth.

Afterward.

His grandson expressed his attitude, wanting to avenge his parents and learn martial arts from him, but he was refused on the spot; he never expected his grandson would run to the town's martial arts hall to secretly learn martial arts; he wanted to stop him, but after thinking, he decided it was better to guide than to block, so he pretended not to have seen it, waiting until his grandson clearly understood the Zhu Clan's power, then he would give up.

Even if he hadn't given up, he was preparing to find an opportunity to tell his grandson the principle that a gentleman's revenge may come after ten years and still be timely.

He taught his grandson to learn skills well, and only after mastering them would he bring up the matter of revenge.

Who would have thought…

His grandson was actually schemed against, becoming a stepping stone for someone's advancement, bitten badly by a vicious dog; if he hadn't begged Doctor Zhao to intervene, his grandson might have died on the spot. Afterward.

His grandson was every few days summoned by Zhu Xing to be humiliated, bitten badly by a vicious dog, yet used as a tool for amusement; Doctor Zhao saved him time and again, but he could only pretend not to have seen it.

Although.

His grandson, bitten badly every few days, at least still had a breath left.

"No……"

Le Zhuang was about to refuse, but seeing his grandfather's appearance, the resolve to die had already arisen; no matter what he said, it would likely be useless, mainly because his grandfather had lain in bed for so many years, medicine ineffective, he turned his gaze to Xuanqing Daozhang and pleaded:

"Uncle, you, you, you do have a way to save my grandfather?"

Xuanqing Daozhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Le Wenmao's appearance, he could only shake his head.

It wasn't that he refused to save a dying person; he still resented that Wenjun had married Le Wenmao, hadn't even enjoyed a few good days before passing away, but if he could, he would be willing to save Le Wenmao.

Unfortunately.

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Le Wenmao's body was entangled with serious illnesses, not to mention his oil lamp was about to run out, his lifespan was nearing its end.

Not to mention he was merely an ordinary cultivator; even an alchemy master—no, an alchemy grandmaster—might not necessarily have the ability to save Le Wenmao.

Wang Ping'an also raised his head and glanced at the Le Wenmao lying in bed; instinctively using his talent of observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation, he immediately discovered the problems on Le Wenmao's body, couldn't help but startle, for Le Wenmao's current condition didn't look like that of a sick person at all—it was as if a person had grown atop all kinds of illnesses.

Not to mention his current talent of prescribing the right medicine is only at the Cultivation level; even if he upgraded that talent to the Greater Attainment Realm, he still might not have a way to save Le Wenmao.

"Uncle……"

Le Zhuang still wanted to plead with Xuanqing Daozhang, but before he could finish his words, Le Wenmao interrupted him:

"Enough, Xiao Zhuang, I know my own condition; there's no need to trouble your uncle—if he truly had the ability, he wouldn't need your plea; do you really think your uncle is someone who refuses to save a dying person?"

Le Zhuang still wanted to say something, but as his words reached his lips, he saw Le Wenmao rise from the bed, startling him greatly, and he exclaimed in shock: "Grandfather, you, you, you how can you get up?"

"I've lain in bed for so many years, what's wrong with moving a bit?"

Le Wenmao chuckled.

Le Zhuang's face was full of bewilderment; what condition his grandfather was in, after taking care of him for so many years, how could he possibly not know?

Moreover.

Just now his grandfather said he was about to leave, yet now he could actually stand up from the bed, dress himself, appearing especially strange.

(End of chapter)