Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 150: Half-Truth

Chapter 150: Half-Truth

"I’ll do it, Grandma Qing. I’ll take revenge for her."

Chen Zi’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade, each word laced with the weight of years of hesitation and unspoken grief.

It was something he had always wanted to say—needed to say—but had never found the courage to.

The words felt foreign on his tongue, yet once spoken, they carried an irreversible finality.

In truth, this resolve had been the driving force behind every decision he had made these past few years. It was why he had aligned himself with Chen Baole.

Why he had accepted the role of Chen Yang’s Dao Protector. Not out of loyalty, not out of ambition—but because he needed access.

He needed connections to the underground world, to those who dealt in secrets, in whispers spoken behind closed doors.

He had buried himself in shadows, searching for even the faintest clue about what had truly happened to Chen Xiao.

Chen Mei, who had been sobbing in her grandmother’s arms, suddenly stiffened.

Her shoulders shook, her breath catching in her throat. Then, slowly, she lifted her head, her tear-streaked face turning toward him.

Her eyes—red and swollen from grief—locked onto Chen Zi’s with a raw intensity.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

In the past, he would have looked away.

He would have lowered his gaze, swallowed his guilt, and pretended he didn’t see the accusation in her eyes.

But not this time.

This time, he met her gaze head-on.

His expression was unyielding, his eyes burning with something deeper than just sorrow—resolve.

Chen Mei’s lips quivered. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her grandmother’s robes as a storm of emotions twisted through her chest.

Then, just as suddenly, her grief ignited into fury.

"What do you mean you’ll take revenge for her, you damn coward?" she hissed, her voice trembling with rage.

"You don’t even know who did it!"

Her grief, already raw and unbearable, flared into unrestrained rage as she lashed out.

"In fact, not only do you not know who it was—you weren’t even there when she died!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her pain.

And there it was—the true reason she had always treated him with such bitterness.

Chen Xiao must have been Chen Zi’s lover... though I’m not sure why Chen Mei is reacting this way, Lin Feng mused as he observed the tense confrontation unfold.

He had no history with this person, no understanding of the pain that gripped them all, and that made the entire situation feel even more awkward.

The last thing he wanted was to draw their attention.

I should just stay quiet and observe... he thought.

But even as he resolved to keep his distance, his gaze lingered on Chen Mei’s tear-streaked face.

Seeing her like that made something tighten in his chest, an unfamiliar discomfort that he couldn’t quite ignore.

I don’t like seeing her cry like that... His fingers curled into a silent fist.

I hope I never become the reason for her tears.

Unlike before, Chen Zi didn’t waver under Chen Mei’s burning glare.

This time, he met her gaze directly, his voice carrying a weight of finality.

But it wasn’t just his words—beneath them surged a terrifying force.

A sudden eruption of spiritual energy burst from his body, the air instantly thickening with an ominous presence.

Nethersoul Poison flooded the surroundings, a deadly miasma that would have snuffed out every life present if not for Grandma Qing’s swift intervention.

With a wave of her hand, she reinforced the spiritual energy barrier surrounding them, weaving protective shields around each person.

Even so, the sheer force of that single outburst sent a chill down Lin Feng’s spine.

Fuck...

Every time one of these Foundation Establishment cultivators makes a move, it just reminds me how useless I am.

Lin Feng shivered involuntarily.

Even though the barrier shielded him from any physical harm, the sheer force of Chen Zi’s spiritual energy still pressed against his mind, making his body instinctively tense.

One day... His eyes burned with determination.

One day, I’ll reach that level. I’ll push past Qi Condensation and step into Foundation Establishment.

As he steeled his resolve, Chen Zi finally responded to Chen Mei’s accusations.

"I know who ordered her death. We all do," Chen Zi said through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

"But right now... I’m still too weak to do anything about them."

His voice was low, but the weight of those words was unmistakable.

Then, after a brief pause, he spoke again, slower this time, as if each word carried unbearable weight.

"But..."

His grip on the sword trembled. His eyes turned bloodshot.

"I do know who delivered the final blow."

A stunned silence fell over everyone before being broken by a powerful voice.

"What?"

Grandma Qing, who had been silently comforting Chen Mei all this time, snapped her head up, her piercing gaze locking onto Chen Zi.

A surge of spiritual energy pressure rolled off her, thick with barely restrained fury.

It was clear—this was something she needed to know.

Chen Mei, her emotions still in turmoil, froze.

The anger on her face flickered, giving way to confusion. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"You... you know who it was?"

"Yes," Chen Zi said, his tone quiet yet heavy.

"I finally confirmed it last night. When the Wei Clan was out kidnapping those girls for the Church of Heaven, I snuck into the church’s temporary basecamp."

His words were calm, but beneath them lurked a simmering darkness, an abyss of hatred barely restrained.

"The Church of Heaven is too big... I can’t take revenge on all of them." His grip on his sword tightened.

"But if it’s just one person... that, at least, I can do."

Chen Mei swallowed, her throat dry. Then, for the first time in years, she called out in a voice laced with hesitation.

"Who was it, Uncle Chen Zi?"

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