Chapter 622

"Fine, I'll follow you, Xuanqing Daozhang. I'll arrange people at once, summon all the drummers and gong players, and handle Le Wenmao's funeral!"

Gu Liangong nodded and said no more; let Le Wenmao be buried early for peace. Xuanqing Daozhang took Le Zhuang away from Liangshui Town to avoid Zhu Xing's retaliation.

The skill Xuanqing Daozhang just displayed completely frightened him; he knows well that the Zhu family dares to flaunt their power throughout Xiang Xian.

Besides the River God of Liang Shui He, their greatest reliance was the Golden Core-stage Imperial Attendant in his residence; no one expected that such a Golden Core-stage Imperial Attendant would almost lose his life at Xuanqing Daozhang's hands.

He knows how formidable the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang was; if the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang were still alive back then, even if Zhu Xing had the courage of a bear and leopard, he would still not dare to bully the Le family and cause the deaths of Le Zizhen and his spouse.

Xuanqing Daozhang was a disciple of the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang, so acquiring a full set of skills is normal, but he does not think Xuanqing Daozhang could learn too many abilities.

Otherwise.

All these years, he could not return to Liangshui Town without shame; he never attended the funerals of either the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang or Zuo Wenjun.

It's not because he hasn't made a name for himself outside, lacking the face to return home and fearing others' mockery; Xuanqing Daozhang has survived so many years out there, and if it were a matter of heavenly luck, he does not think Xuanqing Daozhang would be…

Who would have thought.

Everything he saw today completely slapped him in the face, but he wasn't angry; rather, he wished Xuanqing Daozhang would strike him again.

Wang Ping'an, without waiting for his own master's call, saw several people briskly heading toward the main hall, turned and followed. After only a few steps, a flash of insight flickered in his mind, and he thought aloud:

"Wait, since I thought so much just now and still didn't consider what that scoundrel Zhu Xing relies on, why he doesn't regard my master, why not take this chance to chase after him and test what hidden cards that Zhu Xing has?"

At that thought, Wang Ping'an's eyes lit up; he realized the idea was good—if Zhu Xing possessed hidden cards unknown to him, this test might reveal them.

To keep his master or his junior brother from being caught in Zhu Xing's hidden traps; if Zhu Xing lacks any hidden cards, they could also blunt his edge, preventing him from further harassing the Le family for a while.

On the road from Liangshui Town to Xiang Xian.

"I truly didn't expect that the fallen Le family would have this kind of connection, and I didn't expect that the disciple of the first‑generation Kumu Daoist hadn't died outside, but instead returned with a whole set of skills!"

Zhu Xing's face darkened, he shouted angrily, his hands flailed over the three sexy beauties beside him; the pain made the three beauties' eyes well up with tears, yet they dared not let out a painful moan, only gritting their teeth, looking pitiful, making people feel sorry, then he turned his head toward the horse‑drawn carriage where Zhang Fu rode a fine horse, and said:

"Zhang Fu, tell me, how did that old Taoist get in touch with people from the Underworld?"

After brutally killing Le Zizhen and his spouse, he immediately began probing the Le family's situation, learned of Le Wenmao's prowess, yet he didn't take Le Wenmao seriously.

After all, no matter how formidable Le Wenmao is, he only flaunts his power in a small town; such a person isn't even a speck of dust when faced with reality. He was curious what Le Wenmao would do upon learning that his son and daughter‑in‑law were brutally killed by his own hand.

He prepared to toy with him, to see if he could make him happy for a moment.

Of course.

The reason this thought arose is that he knows the Le family, though linked to Kumu Guan in Liangshui Town, has a wife who is the younger sister of a disciple of the old Kumu Daoist; the old Kumu Daoist was formidable, but he has long since passed away.

Otherwise, he would have to strike first, abandoning the idea of treating Le Wenmao as a plaything.

He had heard of the Kumu Daozhang's might.

Never imagined.

What disappointed him was that, while he curiously awaited how Le Wenmao would avenge his son and daughter‑in‑law, he never imagined that, as if the matter didn't exist, Le Wenmao would not even lift a finger, refusing to come and avenge his son and daughter‑in‑law.

At first he doubted whether Le Wenmao's actions were part of a larger scheme; after being reminded by others, he finally understood why Le Wenmao acted that way.

It's not that he was cowardly and unwilling to avenge his son and daughter‑in‑law; rather, the old Le family has been a single‑lineage for generations. His son and daughter‑in‑law barely left him a grandson; if he dared to come and avenge them, the Le family's lineage would be extinguished without a second thought.

He felt a bit disappointed, but didn't mind, nor did he pursue total extermination.

It's not that he suddenly became kind‑hearted; rather, he thought the Le family still offered many opportunities for amusement.

That's also why, over the years, every few days he would bully Le Zhuang, treating him as a plaything, forcing him to fight his own trained vicious dogs; each time Le Zhuang was bitten all over, yet the dogs would mercifully spare his life.

It's not merely that he doesn't want to end Le Zhuang, an excellent toy, so quickly; he also wants to see how long that old Le Wenmao can cower like a turtle.

Who would have known.

This novel, you have reached.

He still underestimated Le Wenmao!

"This Kumu Daozhang—no, to be precise, the second‑generation Kumu Daozhang—I don't know him, but I have heard of the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang. The first‑generation Kumu Daozhang had no ties to the Underworld; this second‑generation Kumu Daozhang suddenly knows people from the Underworld, likely because he has roamed the jianghu for so many years…"

Zhang Fu pondered for a moment; there was little information about Xuanqing Daozhang, most of it his own speculation. He quickly spoke it out, and before he could finish, he suddenly looked up, glanced around, and said:

"Young master, why do I feel our party is circling in place?"

"How could that be…"

Zhu Xing was about to dismiss it; the road between Liangshui Town and Xiang Xian they had traveled countless times, never getting lost. Before he could finish speaking, a peripheral glance at the surroundings made him react instantly, sneering:

"You're right, we are circling in place, but we don't know which reckless creature dared to set a maze here!"

Soon, a mounted warrior at the front of the party turned his horse around, hurried over, and stood before Zhang Fu, his expression solemn, saying:

"Lord Zhang, it seems we have been manipulated by others, circling in place!"

"What, you have no way to dispel it?"

Zhang Fu retorted.

The warrior's face was full of embarrassment.

If he had a method to dispel it, he wouldn't have rushed to Zhang Fu; even after being caught in the maze, it was a companion's offhand remark that made him realize, otherwise he wouldn't have known he was trapped in the maze.

(End of chapter)