Chapter 575: with translation of chapter title

"Don't go now; wait a while before going, lest this old thing sees through you!"

Chi Yongchun saw his own cousin, turned around preparing to leave, hurriedly called out to stop him, then turned his head to look at Le Wenmao, watching Le Wenmao walk toward Le Zhuang and his group, as if looking at a corpse, suppressing the shock in his heart, he thought to himself:

"You've got guts, daring to wipe out the Cui clan right in front of me; I want to see if you still have the guts to go and avenge your son and daughter-in-law!"

Although he was very dissatisfied, Le Wenmao didn't take him seriously at all, not even bothering with him, but his mind was still very clear.

Although he said he hadn't seen it, he could still guess how Le Wenmao had beaten Cui Xing to serious injury and how Le Wenmao had ruthlessly slaughtered the elite followers Cui Xing usually kept by his side.

He could strut his stuff in Liangshui Town not only because of his position as a constable, but more so because of his own formidable abilities.

Even with such formidable abilities, he lacked confidence to kill Cui Xing and his retinue; the fact that Le Wenmao could achieve this shows how formidable he is.

No matter how dissatisfied he was with Le Wenmao, he would never joke with his own life.

Long ago he realized a principle: when weak, it's better to play the grandson than to act the grand lord, for otherwise you wouldn't know how you died; even if you suffer humiliation, you must endure it, as long as you live there is a chance to take revenge, otherwise it's all over.

Moreover.

Le Wenmao's actions won't let him live many more days.

Grandfather...

Le Zhuang was about to speak, praising his grandfather's prowess, when he saw his grandfather just walk over, suddenly spurt a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled; he hurried forward, supporting him, and said anxiously:

"Grandfather, are you... are you... alright?"

"Grandfather, let's go see your parents and your grandmother!"

Before Le Wenmao finished speaking, Le Zhuang burst into tears like rain, a faint smile appearing on his weak face, looking even worse than crying, he said:

"Didn't I already tell you this before? What do you have to be sad about? You must be strong; from now on, without grandfather by your side, you must think more before acting, avoid too much conflict, grandfather can't look after you anymore, the road ahead you must walk yourself!"

Le Zhuang wanted to wail loudly; even though earlier at home, from his grandfather's conversation with Daoist Xuanqing, he had clearly known his grandfather's life was counting down, yet now seeing his grandfather's life ebbing away before his eyes, he still found it hard to say.

However.

He knew his grandfather disliked seeing his cowardly side the most.

Le Zhuang forced back his urge to wail, the inner turmoil flaring, he struggled to speak, replying: "Grandfather, hearing you say that, I've grown up; I can take care of myself, and all these years haven't I been the one looking after you?"

Being able to take care of yourself is good, being able to take care of yourself is good; our old Le family has passed down a single line for generations, and now you are the lone sprout; I don't expect you to rise above others, but you must absolutely leave an heir so our old Le family can continue.

This is what your great-grandfather told me on his deathbed years ago; otherwise, when your parents were brutally killed, I might have already died then, and even if I couldn't avenge your parents, at least I could let the Zhu clan know that our old Le family is not to be trifled with!

Le Wenmao let out a faint sigh, his face full of regret; the death of Le Zhuang's parents had happened many years ago, yet he had never gotten over it, and every midnight he would be jolted awake by nightmares.

It wasn't that Le Zhuang's parents would appear in his dreams to question him why he hadn't avenged them back then; his parents occasionally appeared in his dreams, only able to ask him how little Zhuang had been faring all these years. How could he have the face to answer his parents' questions?

He lay sick in bed, needing Le Zhuang's care, but that beast Cui Ji still used Le Zhuang as a stepping stone, often bullied by that beast Zhu Xing, each time returning covered in wounds; if it weren't for Doctor Zhao's kindness, giving Le Zhuang countless doses of medicine, little Zhuang would probably have died long ago.

"Grandfather, rest assured, I will definitely learn skills from my uncle and avenge my parents!"

Le Zhuang promised while tears streamed down.

"Good, good, good... you must learn well from your uncle, not only to avenge your parents, but also to protect yourself!"

Le Wenmao gave a final instruction, clearly feeling his own weakness, knowing his time was short, he hurriedly looked to Daoist Xuanqing beside him and pleaded: "Gouzi Ge, I entrust our little Zhuang to you; you must surely take good care of our little Zhuang!"

"No need for you to say that; little Zhuang isn't just yours, he's also mine!"

Daoist Xuanqing snorted dissatisfiedly, in his peripheral vision seeing Le Zhuang's appearance, he could faintly see a resemblance to Zuo Wenjun, and said expressionlessly: "Even if I have to stake my life, I won't let little Zhuang come to harm!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Le Wenmao shouted "good" several times, could no longer hold on, reluctantly glanced at Le Zhuang, closed his eyes, and tilted his head.

"Grandfather, grandfather!"

You have reached this point in the novel.

Le Zhuang watched his grandfather suddenly collapse, lunged forward to embrace him, seeing his appearance, his heart startled, he whispered a few questions; receiving no reply, his right hand trembled as he probed his grandfather's nostrils with his finger, finding no breath, he knew his grandfather had passed on to see his parents and grandmother, and could no longer hold back, he burst into loud sobs: "Grandfather!"

"Just like that, he died?"

In the distance, all of Le Wenmao's changes were seen by Chi Yongchun; with his keen eyesight he could still clearly discern that Le Wenmao was likely nine out of ten gone to report to the Yama King, his heart filled with an indescribable disappointment.

He wasn't unwilling to see Le Wenmao die; given Le Wenmao's attitude just now, he wished to cut him into a thousand pieces, but considering the gap between them, he pretended not to care; how could he possibly not want Le Wenmao dead? He wanted to leave Le Wenmao a dog's life.

To be his stepping stone!

Just as Cui Ji once ingratiated himself with the young master Zhu, he wanted to borrow Le Wenmao's life to help him ingratiate himself with Zhu Xing.

He never expected.

Just a moment ago, Le Wenmao was still full of vigor, and in an instant he lost his life!

Suddenly.

Chi Yongchun suddenly noticed the abnormality of Le Wenmao's corpse in Le Zhuang's embrace; the originally sturdy body had suddenly withered away. He was first startled, then upon closer look he discovered the cause of Le Wenmao's corporeal anomaly, and exclaimed in sudden realization:

"I said it before: how could an old thing lying in bed, only able to wait for death, suddenly erupt with divine power, go to the Cui family and launch a massacre, not only wiping out the entire Cui clan but also brutally killing Cui Xing's retinue at his hands? I thought he had taken some elixir, but it turns out he burned his own essence blood and lifespan!"

(End of chapter)