Chapter 649 Your Son is Dead

Hou Yuan's death was beyond everyone's expectations! After all, he was a Golden Immortal realm expert. To be killed by a falling wall. Can you believe it? The news quickly spread through every street and alley of Zhongzhou City. Countless commoners, who had been oppressed by him, clapped their hands with joy, feeling immensely satisfied. Some even beat gongs and drums. One could imagine how poor Hou Yuan's reputation was. However, some people felt Hou Yuan's death was too bizarre. No! More accurately, he was too unlucky. First, he consumed an expired Fortune Pill. Then, he fell while getting into a carriage. The carriage lost control and crashed into a wall. He was then crushed by the collapsing wall, turning him into a bloody pulp. His death was truly perplexing. It was as if he was possessed by the god of misfortune. "Hou Yuan is dead?" Chen Nan was studying formations when he clearly sensed that the Misfortune Array he had previously set up had disappeared. This situation could only mean one thing: the target was dead. Otherwise, the array would not have vanished for no reason. "I never expected the Misfortune Array to be so powerful, capable of killing people invisibly!" Chen Nan grew fond of the Misfortune Array. This type of array seemed intangible but possessed great power! He looked at Yu Fei, who was sitting cross-legged cultivating. The ominous aura above her head had not disappeared with Hou Yuan's death. "This means that the calamity on Yu Fei was not because of Hou Yuan." An ominous premonition arose in Chen Nan's heart. "Could it be because of Hou Chen?" Hou Yuan's father was Hou Chen, the Prefect of Zhongzhou City. If he found out what he had done to Hou Yuan, he would surely not let him off lightly. Even if Hou Yuan's death seemed unrelated to him, he would still kill him for revenge. At that time, whether it was himself or Yu Fei, they would face utter destruction. "I still need to set up another Misfortune Array. If Hou Chen really seeks revenge, I can deal with him!" Chen Nan acted immediately, spending half a day setting up a Misfortune Array. Compared to Hou Yuan's Misfortune Array, the one he set up this time was noticeably larger. It was the size of a small green bean. Of course, to Chen Nan, it was the size of a small green bean, but others could not see it with the naked eye. However, setting up this Misfortune Array consumed a large amount of his mental energy. A wise man foresees his troubles. He had to prepare early to prevent Hou Chen from causing him trouble. ------ Not long after Hou Yuan's death, Hou Chen emerged from his seclusion. He had advanced from Golden Immortal to Supreme Immortal. Although not a high level, for him, it meant a further step up in the imperial court. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a meteoric rise. After all, only by reaching the Supreme Immortal realm could one be appointed to the Immortal Palace, and even bring their family to live there. It was a sacred place that countless officials in the Wu Kingdom dreamed of. He had also informed his master, the current Prime Minister, of his breakthrough. If all went well, within a few days, he would receive his appointment and enter the Immortal Palace. "My Lord, you have finally emerged from seclusion!" As Hou Chen arrived in the front hall, Hou San, Hou Yuan's loyal servant, ran towards him crying. Hou Chen frowned, "What's all this crying? Have your son died?" To encounter a weeping servant on such a joyous occasion displeased him greatly. Hou San's face was filled with terror, "My Lord, it's the young master, the young master... the young master is dead!" "What did you say?" Hou Chen roared with rage, his terrifying aura erupting, making Hou San's face turn ashen. Hou San suppressed his inner fear and unease, "Young master, the young master is dead..." Boom! Hou Chen's fury surged, causing the temperature in the mansion to drop several degrees. His soul power spread out, searching for his son. He discovered a familiar yet strange corpse. It was a bloody, mangled corpse. But he sensed his son Hou Yuan's aura. The next moment! He vanished from his spot. He reappeared in the mourning hall, seeing the shocking sight in the coffin. The corpse that ignited his fury. "Speak, what happened? What exactly happened?" Hou Chen's eyes were bloodshot. He only had this one son. He cherished him dearly. It was precisely because he knew his son wanted to live in the Immortal Palace that he cultivated diligently. Now, he had the qualification to enter the Immortal Palace. Upon emerging from seclusion, he found his son dead! This was unbearable for him. The pain of an elder mourning a child filled his heart with intense killing intent. Hou San followed immediately and recounted what had happened to Hou Yuan. "So, you're saying my son started having bad luck after meeting that man?" Hou Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. "Yes." Hou San knelt on the ground, trembling. "The young master started having bad luck after meeting that man last night. First, he took the Fortune Pill, but... the Fortune Pill was expired!" "This worsened the young master's injuries!" "Then came the carriage accident..." "And the wall collapsing!" "My Lord, although that man deserves to die, the Pill Pavilion is also unforgivable." "If they hadn't sold expired pills, the young master wouldn't have suffered this catastrophic fate." Hou Chen's face was cold. "San, how long have you served my son?" Hou San respectfully replied, "Reporting to my Lord, it has been nearly a thousand years." Hou Chen sighed softly, "A thousand years is not a long time, but you grew up with Yuan'er. Although you are master and servant, you are more like inseparable companions." "Yes, I have long considered the young master my own kin," Hou San said with great sorrow. Hou Chen continued, "Since that is the case, since Yuan'er died tragically, shouldn't you accompany him?" Boom! With those simple words, Hou San felt as if struck by lightning. He never expected Hou Chen to kill him. "My Lord, spare my life, my Lord, spare me!" Hou San kowtowed frantically. A cold glint flashed in Hou Chen's eyes. "I don't want to kill you!" "But Yuan'er cannot be without you!" "Don't worry!" "After you die, I will definitely ensure your family is well taken care of!" With that, he struck Hou San's forehead with a palm. Blood spurted from Hou San's seven orifices, and he fell to the ground. "Yuan'er, your father has failed you!" "If only I could have emerged from seclusion a day earlier." "You wouldn't have suffered this catastrophic fate!" Hou Chen's eyes were filled with pain. "Didn't you always want to live in the Immortal Palace? Father has broken through and now has the qualification to enter the Immortal Palace!" "But..." "You have left me forever!" As he spoke, tears of blood welled up in his eyes. Despite being the high and mighty Prefect, controlling the lives of hundreds of millions of people, at this moment, he was just a grieving father who had lost his son! "If only you were alive, you could have shared my joy." He lowered his head, sobbing uncontrollably. His hands tightly gripped the coffin, making cracking sounds. Then, he suddenly raised his head. "But don't worry, Father will definitely avenge you!" With that, he strode out of the mourning hall, his anger soaring. "Where is Xue Futu!" "Accompany me to the Star Picking Tower to arrest the culprit!"