CHAPTER 1572: CHAPTER 1531 ACCEPT HIM

"From this day forward, the Lingshan Buddha Sect will close its doors to guests."

"The Jibei Linhu Sect will close its doors to guests."

"The Nine Sword Pavilion will close its doors to guests."

"The Xuanwu Sect..."

With the Supreme Heartless Dao speaking up, various forces chose to close their doors to guests.

It was all to distance themselves.

Everyone present knew full well who was responsible for today’s events.

The Fengyang Sect Saintess did not report what she knew, Han Qian of the Han family opened the gates to a fox, and the Empress Wu Zong of the Demon Suppression Pagoda was involved. They could not escape retribution either.

They could not, nor could they bear the wrath of the Gatekeeper.

The Buddhist and Taoist Sects were fine; after all, they had the power of crossing tribulation as their backing, so the Gatekeeper dared not take revenge rashly. But what about them?

They, the strongest in their sects, could not bear the Gatekeeper’s wrath. To whom could they turn for help?

This only made Feng Qianyang more desperate.

If Lu Chuan were alive, who would he seek revenge on first?

There was no second answer; the target would certainly be her!

If Feng Qianyang had not chosen to betray Lu Chuan and allowed him to execute his plan of swapping the Repentance Spring, only the Han family would have suffered.

But to show loyalty, Feng Qianyang chose to backstab Lu Chuan. The result was obvious; she lost, the Han family lost, they all lost.

Lu Chuan became the sole victor.

Moreover, what made the Han family even more desperate was that while they were confronting Lu Chuan, their home was also robbed.

Mr. Lu directly infiltrated the Han family’s territory, not only stealing a large number of Magic Artifacts but also taking the Repentance Spring along with its spring source, making the Han family a complete joke!

"Since the Fengyang Sect Saintess knew of Lu Chuan’s identity early on, why didn’t she reveal it immediately? We could have joined forces to lock Lu Chuan down immediately. Now, so many people have died, and Lu Chuan has escaped unscathed!"

"Hmph, who doesn’t know she is in league with Han Qian of the Han family? Doesn’t it make sense that she’d disregard others for her own benefit?"

"If you ask me, she might be working with Lu Chuan, she’s practically a traitor!"

As voices of doubts and accusations filled her ears, Feng Qianyang turned pale and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No! That’s not true! I have no relation to Lu Chuan!"

"If you have no relation, how did you see through Lu Chuan’s identity?"

"Exactly! I remember, Lu Chuan infiltrated through your group! See! You definitely have ties with Lu Chuan!"

"Our sect lost three True Disciples in battle today. Do you know how much it costs to nurture a True Disciple? The Fengyang Sect must give us an explanation!"

"Indeed! An explanation is necessary!"

Seeing the crowd getting agitated, some even ready to make a move, tears streamed down Feng Qianyang’s face.

"It’s not like that! I don’t know Lu Chuan! It was Brother Han Qian who saw through his identity. It’s not related to me! What do you intend to do?!"

"Han Qian is dead, Lu Chuan is on the run. You will repay with your life for the deaths of our clan members!"

"No... This can’t be! Help me! Someone, anyone! Please save me! I’ll do anything, I’ll agree to anything! I..."

Before Feng Qianyang could finish speaking, a cold flash pierced her brow, forming a bright bloodhole, and her voice was abruptly silenced, her Sea of Consciousness shattered beyond hope of survival!

It was a pity that Lu Chuan was unaware of all this; if he had seen it with his own eyes, he might have felt regret.

Regret for not avenging himself personally against Feng Qianyang.

...

The next morning.

Lu Chuan seemed to vaguely hear a sobbing sound, a cold, soft sensation on his cheek.

He struggled to open his eyes, and a face both familiar and strange came into view, leaving Lu Chuan stunned in place.

"Are you... Mother?"

Hearing this, Lu’s mother broke into tears instantly. She wanted so much to embrace her child, but the injuries on Lu Chuan compelled her to stop her outstretched hand midway, finally clenching her clothing tightly and nodding tearfully.

"My child, my precious... I am your mother."

Memories long locked away suddenly surfaced slightly; the woman before him and the figure in his memories gradually overlapped... overlapped.

Lu Chuan suddenly felt a pang of nasal agony, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed.

Yet as he laughed, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Mother... How could you be so heartless as to leave your child for over twenty years? Didn’t you miss me?"

By now, Lu’s mother was a sobbing mess and could only shake her head continuously.

"Your mother... missed you, thought about you every day... But your mother had no choice. Staying by your side would only let hatred affect you, please, Chuan’er... Please don’t blame me, okay?"

Lu’s mother clutched her clothing, letting tears blur her vision, overcome with self-blame and guilt at this moment.

"I don’t blame you... There must have been reasons for your departure. Speaking of which... where is my father?"

"I’m here..."

In truth, since the moment Lu Chuan awoke, Mr. Lu had been aware, but he could not find the words to speak.

He thought he could use the authority of a father to nonchalantly gloss over the past twenty years, but reality proved him wrong.

Seeing the scars on Lu Chuan’s body, Mr. Lu could not maintain any paternal facade. Thinking about how he never stood up for Lu Chuan during his distress, what kind of father does that make him?

"You... Hahaha, you look like you’ve aged a lot."

Lu Chuan glanced over, breaking into a smile despite his tears.

"My son is all grown up now and far more exceptional than I ever was. How could I not age?"

"You... are not quite as I imagined."

In his memory, his father had pampered him, but most of the time he was quite strict.

Now...

Perhaps it’s self-reproach at play.

"What kind of person did you imagine I was?"

"Serious... lecturing me with a stern face about why I was so careless as to injure myself like this... Ah, I guess I don’t really know you! Let’s just say I was speaking nonsense."

Lu Chuan chuckled bitterly, shaking his head, and attempted to sit up. Suddenly, the skin on his shoulder split open, and bright red blood gushed out, causing Lu Chuan to suck in a breath through clenched teeth!

"Tower Spirit, what’s happening to me?"

"Your foundation has been largely obliterated by backlash, Sea of Consciousness shattered."

"To put it plainly, how long do I have?"

"One day, at most two."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan fell silent.

After a long while, he sniffed a bit and took a deep breath.

"Chuan’er... Though your mother shouldn’t be telling you this now, she hopes you can accept him."

"Accept... who?"

Lu Chuan blinked, apparently puzzled, and Lu’s mother gestured for Lu Chen in the corner to come over, having him kneel in front of Lu Chuan.

Staring at a face that was almost identical to his own but much younger, Lu Chuan was dumbfounded.