Chapter 564: Man Acts, Heaven Watches!

Le Wenmao smiled without saying a word.

"Grandfather, do you not believe my words? Do you not believe I can learn the skills to take revenge on Cui Ji?"

Le Zhuang feared that his grandfather would not listen to him and go find Cui Ji to avenge him. He did not know whether his grandfather could slay Cui Ji for his revenge, but he knew that if he sent his grandfather, he would never return. Afraid he could not persuade his grandfather, he hurriedly said to the nearby Xuanqing Daozhang:

"Uncle, speak for me. You and my grandfather—I will definitely learn real skills from you. To take revenge on Cui Ji, you, you, you just help me persuade my grandfather, so he won't think of avenging me. My grievance, I can avenge myself!"

Xuanqing Daozhang finally shifted his gaze away from Le Wenmao, seeing Le Zhuang's pleading expression— as if he both knew and didn't know the current situation. The sorrow on his face grew deeper as he said:

"Xiao Zhuang, you need not say more. Just let your grandfather go; perhaps this is one of his few wishes in this world!"

He had few relatives in this world, and yet they left one after another without even a chance to say goodbye. Now, after finally meeting an old playmate— also his brother‑in‑law— he never expected that before they could even speak properly, the moment of parting had already arrived.

He wondered whether he was a reincarnation of a cursed solitary star, with one relative after another hastily departing from him.

If only I had known.

I shouldn't have brought the Wang Family to my hometown to hide from disaster; perhaps these things wouldn't have happened…

No.

From Le Wenmao's words, he clearly understood that Le Wenmao had taken a death‑pledge; even if he didn't come, Le Wenmao would still seek a chance to burn his essence blood and life‑energy to avenge his son and daughter‑in‑law. Whether he came to Liangshui Town or not, this time he came, at least he could see Le Wenmao's final face.

And he could also see Wenjun's grandson!

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

Le Zhuang said anxiously.

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at Le Zhuang's demeanor, knowing he must have guessed something but was unwilling to speak. Though he knew that voicing the harsh reality would surely sadden Le Zhuang, some things must be said even if painful, so he said:

"Your grandfather has already begun burning his essence blood and life‑energy; not even I, let alone an immortal, could likely save your grandfather.

All we can do now is watch your grandfather do what he wishes; under no circumstances should we stop him.

Otherwise, if your grandfather fails to complete the burning of his essence blood and life‑energy, he may be dissatisfied even when he reaches the Yama King, and it could affect his reincarnation!"

"No!"

Le Zhuang shouted, opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out; he could only stare at Le Wenmao.

"Xiao Zhuang, don't worry. People inevitably die. I'm not an immortal, I can't live forever. I've been cowardly all my life, and now finally have a chance to be a hero. You should be happy for me."

Le Wenmao offered a word of comfort, hurried out of the bedroom door, and hearing Le Zhuang's exhausted, wailing cries behind him, his steps paused briefly, then quickened as he walked outward, saying as he went:

"Gouzi Ge, from now on I'll trouble you to look after this child Xiao Zhuang!"

Xuanqing Daozhang watched Le Wenmao's swift departing figure, sighed lightly, and said, "No need for you to say that. Xiao Zhuang is Wenjun's grandson; if I don't look after him, who else will?"

"Grandfather, you, you, you…"

Le Zhuang could no longer hold on; watching Le Wenmao's departing back, he wailed loudly, wanting to call out, but recalling Xuanqing Daozhang's words, the words at his lips were swallowed.

He got up.

With an unknown source of strength, he limped and chased after, looking especially clumsy. "Le…"

Passersby on the street or nearby neighbors, when they saw Le Wenmao, were about to greet him, but the words stopped at their lips as they saw his unkind demeanor and the long sword he carried, recalling that for years he had been confined to a sickbed, relying on Le Zhuang for food, drink, and toileting.

Suddenly being able to stand and walk, they wouldn't believe there was nothing strange about it.

If it weren't broad daylight, they would inevitably suspect that Le Wenmao had been possessed by a demon!

When Le Wenmao just passed by, the surrounding neighbors were about to chat a few sentences, sharing guesses about him, and upon seeing Le Zhuang chasing from behind, wailing, they couldn't help but ask:

"Xiao Zhuang, what's really going on with your grandfather? He was bedridden, unable to move— how can he now get down to the ground and wield a long sword?"

Le Zhuang seemed not to hear the neighbors' voices, and chased after Le Wenmao's direction.

"That child!"

The neighbors said that, then exchanged glances; besides worry, curiosity shone in their faces and eyes, and they set down what they held, following Le Zhuang to chase Le Wenmao.

One neighbor, seeing Xuanqing Daozhang in Taoist robes behind Le Zhuang, couldn't help but ask:

You have reached this novel.

"This Daoist, Le Zhuang's grandfather—the old man we just saw— he, he, he isn't possessed by a demon, running out of his house, is he here specifically to deal with him?"

"Le Wenmao's end is near; before death he has only one wish—to avenge his grandson!"

Xuanqing Daozhang replied with a sentence and then ignored it.

"Avenge his grandson? What grievance does his grandson have— shouldn't he be avenging his son and daughter‑in‑law?"

A neighbor, subconsciously speaking, hadn't finished his sentence when he noticed Le Wenmao heading toward the Cui Ji household, instantly reacting, guessing, "He isn't going to cause trouble for Cui Ji, is he?"

Cui Ji's household.

It used to be unthinkable to call them a broken family, but they were all rowdy rascals. In recent years, Cui Ji rose to prominence, leveraging connections with the Zhu family of Xiang Xian; Cui Ji even became Zhu Xing's warrior, protecting Cui Ji's safety. The whole Cui Clan then revived, and they have not shied away from bullying the city.

As the saying goes: "Man acts, Heaven watches."

How Cui Ji rose to power, how could they not know? They saw it with their own eyes.

One can only say that whether it's Cui Ji or his entire family, they're worse than pigs and dogs, doing deeds beneath beasts.

They feel sympathy for Le Zhuang; they'll lend a hand if they can, yet none dare stand up for him, because Le Zhuang— more precisely, the entire Le Family— has offended the Xiang Xian tyrants—the Zhu family.

(End of chapter)