Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Chapter 1591 - 1588: Blood for Blood!

Li Chen looked at the shrew-like Du Lan and coldly asked, "Do you really think I’m afraid to kill you?"

"I..."

Just as Du Lan uttered the word "I", a sword light suddenly shot out, piercing through her throat’s life gate.

"Pfft!"

Streams of fresh blood spurted out into the air, dyeing the entire night sky a glaring crimson red.

Du Lan never imagined, even in her dreams, that Li Chen would actually dare to kill her.

With eyes wide open and full of anger, her entire body collapsed backward into a pool of blood.

Immediately, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Although Geng Ba watched as his wife died before his eyes, he didn’t dare move a muscle, fearful that Li Chen might direct his anger toward him.

Geng Ba didn’t dare say a word, and as for the others, it goes without saying that they all held their breath, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Deathly silence reigned over the entire scene!

At this moment, Shitou suddenly picked up a blood-soaked long sword from the ground and rushed toward Du Lan’s corpse.

"Why did you kill her? My mother was such a kind person, what did she ever do to you? Why did you kill her?"

Shitou cried, shouted, and screamed.

And with every blood-tear accusation he made, he swung the sharp, unmatched scimitar and stabbed at Du Lan’s abdomen.

One stab, two stabs, three stabs...

Though Du Lan had been dealt a fatal blow by Li Chen, she wasn’t completely dead yet.

Therefore, she felt every stab Shitou made.

In a daze, she seemed to see the scene where she had stabbed Shitou’s mother, and how familiar it was to the present!

Du Lan never expected retribution to come so quickly, quicker than she had any mental preparation for.

After stabbing her sixty or seventy times, Shitou was exhausted, and finally stopped.

He knelt directly in the pool of blood, kowtowed continuously toward his home, and cried his heart out.

Seeing how heartbroken Shitou was, Li Chen stepped forward and gently patted his head.

"Stop crying, get up!"

Despite his young age, Shitou was very grateful toward Li Chen.

So when he heard Li Chen’s words, he immediately stopped crying, slowly stood up, and bowed to Li Chen.

"Uncle, thank you!"

Li Chen gave a faint smile and didn’t say anything.

Then he took Shitou’s small hand and walked toward their home.

Shitou’s mother’s body was still lying in the pool of blood.

And her eyes were still open, showing no pain or hatred.

Only worry for her young son!

Li Chen approached and checked her breath; she was already lifeless.

Then he gently closed her eyes.

"Your son is alright, rest in peace!"

At dawn, a new grave stood on Jingguan Mountain.

A little boy with a face full of blood knelt in front of the grave, sobbing continuously.

He had cried all his tears dry, and his voice was already hoarse, barely able to speak.

Beside him, there was a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, standing with hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

These two were, of course, Li Chen and Little Shitou!

Whoosh, whoosh!

A biting mountain wind blew across, lifting Li Chen’s hair and causing Little Shitou, who was kneeling in front of the grave, to shiver involuntarily.

Li Chen turned to look at him and asked, "Little Shitou, do you have any other relatives?"

Little Shitou didn’t speak, just shook his head forcefully.

Li Chen pondered for a moment and asked again, "What about your father?"

Little Shitou was silent for a while and said chokingly, "My father was killed by mountain bandits, it’s been a few years now!"

After listening to Little Shitou’s story, Li Chen sighed lightly and said, "Well, since we met, it means we are fated. From now on, you can stay with me!"

Little Shitou nodded vigorously like a pecking chick, then respectfully kowtowed three times to Li Chen.

"Thank you, Master!"

Li Chen didn’t expect Little Shitou to be so bright. Calling him Master and establishing their relationship as master and disciple with three loud kowtows.

Li Chen smiled faintly and said, "Alright, let’s go!"

After Little Shitou nodded, he cast his gaze on the new grave again.

"Mother, I will come back to visit you after some time!"

After saying this, he suddenly threw himself onto the tombstone, pressed his little face against it, letting the tears flow, creating two streaks of tears.

By midday, Li Chen led Little Shitou on their journey.

This time, their destination was the capital of the Great Wu Dynasty.

Xie Wanwan is someone who loves lively places. If she came to this Tianwu Star Domain, she would certainly go to the bustling cities.

Moreover, in the Royal City, they could gather more information, perhaps even about Xie Wanwan and her child’s whereabouts.

Midway, they encountered a trade caravan.

The caravan was flying flags, flapping in the wind, with bold and vigorous strokes writing four large characters: Wang Family’s Commerce.

The caravan had over a hundred carriages, each pulled by four unicorns.

There was also a team of five hundred guards. These guards were not weak in cultivation; the weakest were at the Golden Core Realm, and the few leading them were at the Nascent Soul Realm.

Furthermore, Li Chen could clearly sense that among this caravan, there were three powerful cultivators at the Divinity Transformation Realm.

One of them might even surpass Geng Ba.

All of these people presented a posture of stars surrounding the moon, tightly protecting the central carriage.

And inside this carriage, there were only two people.

One was a maid, bowing to pour tea.

The other was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a white gown, wearing a veil, exuding a cold aura all over her body.

It seemed that this white-clad woman was probably the eldest daughter of the Wang Family’s Commerce.

Of course, regarding these details, Li Chen just made some casual guesses.

He didn’t care whether he guessed right or wrong.

"Wow, what an impressive caravan!"

Little Shitou had never seen such a grand caravan before and couldn’t help but exclaim.

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Then came the sound of horse hooves as rapid as raindrops hitting banana leaves.

Soon, a dozen figures came speeding in.

Very quickly, these dozen people formed a fan-shaped formation, surrounding Li Chen and Little Shitou.

Moreover, their hands were on their weapons, with a tense look of being on high alert, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

Then, the leader, a black-faced man, began to closely scrutinize Li Chen and Little Shitou.

After a long look, he asked in a booming voice, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

Hearing the question, Li Chen was slightly taken aback.

He first pointed to a mountain ahead and asked, "Did you open that mountain?"

The black-faced man was stunned, shook his head, and said, "No!"

Li Chen then pointed to the road beneath their feet and asked, "Did you pave this road?"

The black-faced man shook his head again.

Li Chen continued to point at a crooked tree beside them and asked, "Did you plant this tree then?"

The black-faced man shook his head once more.

Li Chen laughed coldly and replied, "Since the mountain wasn’t opened by you, the road wasn’t paved by you, and even this tree wasn’t planted by you. Then on what grounds are you asking me why I’m here?"

The black-faced man looked a bit confused, clearly not understanding the logic.

At this moment, a young man with a hooked nose suddenly spoke, "Uncle Hei, I reckon this person is a scout from Gale Ridge, why waste so much time talking? Just capture him first, and we’ll know after questioning!"