RMWDS -Chapter 258 Father and Son Sever All Ties

“…”

The Nameless Swordsman remained silent. The confusion in his eyes only deepened. These people’s methods and behavior were so strange and unconventional that they completely defied common sense.

After a moment of thought, Shen Yan spoke frankly without hiding anything.

“You said your mission is to keep Liang Chen alive. We didn’t come here intending to kill him. There are simply some old matters we want to question him about face-to-face. Strictly speaking, there’s no conflict between us.”

The Nameless Swordsman was straightforward and clear-minded.

“Fine. But I’ll listen to everything.”

He was a man who kept his promises.

Since he had agreed to protect Liang Chen’s life, he would do so.

As for everything else that he had never promised to do…

That had nothing to do with him.

“Deal,” Shen Yan replied.

Having reached an agreement, the two walked side by side toward the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Liang Chen was already scared out of his wits.

Curled up in a corner, his hair was disheveled, his face pale as paper, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. His former arrogance and conceit had vanished without a trace.

Shen Yan raised a hand and held the walkie-talkie toward the carriage entrance.

“Lord Su, he’s here. You can speak to him yourself.”

A moment of silence followed.

Then an aged, hoarse voice came through the speaker.

Distorted slightly by the device, yet still carrying decades of grief, anger, and regret, it spoke:

“It’s been many years. Do you still remember my voice?”

Liang Chen’s entire body stiffened.

His pupils contracted sharply.

He shot upright and stared at the small black device in horror.

“Su Wangkui?!”

He screamed in shock, yet even now he could not resist throwing out accusations.

“What kind of demonic sorcery are you using?! And you still dare claim you never hid anything from me back then? Just as I thought—you never cared about me, your only son!”

The Nameless Swordsman: “…”

Shen Yan: “…”

This man really was something.

Even when terrified to this extent, his first instinct was still to complain about his upbringing.

Trapped in a desperate situation, yet completely incapable of self-reflection.

He remained obsessively fixated on past grievances, blaming everyone but himself.

His selfish and stubborn nature was so obvious that it was almost laughable—and equally disgusting.

Su Wangkui sighed.

His voice was dry and weary, filled with sorrow.

“After all these years, you truly haven’t changed at all…”

“It was your own mediocre talent. Your impatience, your eagerness for quick success, your restless temperament. Yet in the end, you blame me for failing to teach you properly.”

Liang Chen ignored every word.

His teeth were clenched tightly, his back rigid, his eyes overflowing with deep-rooted resentment.

He shrieked back hysterically:

“Nonsense! How could I possibly be mediocre?!”

“You simply weren’t willing to put in the effort to teach me properly! As my father, you failed in your duty!”

“And later, you put that little girl Su Qingluo in charge of the family. That was nothing more than a deliberate humiliation aimed at me!”

“What kind of cold and selfish father treats his own son like that?!”

“A cold and selfish father?”

Su Wangkui’s voice suddenly rose.

The anger he had suppressed for decades finally broke through the shell of sorrow.

“And what kind of father are you?!”

“You abandoned your wife and child!”

“You betrayed your clan!”

“You attached yourself to powerful nobles and became their lackey!”

“Every one of those things was done by your own hand!”

Liang Chen showed no fear.

He shouted back stubbornly and viciously:

“So what?!”

“And whose fault is that?! Yours!”

“If you weren’t so incompetent—if you hadn’t hidden your knowledge from me—why would I have needed to bow and scrape before powerful people?”

“I could have lived a far better life!”

“If I had been given a choice…”

“I never would have chosen to be your son!”

The moment those heartless words left his mouth, the walkie-talkie fell silent.

No furious scolding followed.

No grief-stricken rebuke.

Not even another heavy sigh.

All of Su Wangkui’s emotions disappeared.

What remained was only an icy, deathly stillness.

“Good.”

A single word.

Cold.

Final.

Su Wangkui’s voice became calm and flat, devoid of any emotion.

“If you didn’t still need to return to the capital and report your mission…”

“I would truly kill you right here.”

“From this day forward, the bond between father and son is severed.”

“You and I are strangers.”

“Qingluo and Qingyu no longer have a father like you.”

“General Shen, please break one of his arms and one of his legs, then let him return to the capital alone.”

If he became crippled, the Eighth Prince would likely have no further use for him.

Perhaps, in that state, he might finally live a quiet and peaceful life for a few more years…

Shen Yan instinctively turned his head and looked toward the Nameless Swordsman beside him, silently seeking his opinion.

The swordsman remained expressionless.

“I only promised to keep him alive. Loss of limbs is not covered by my promise. It has nothing to do with me.”

The moment Liang Chen heard those words, panic overtook him.

His voice became shrill and frantic.

“Don’t believe them!”

“These people are liars!”

“If they break my limbs now, they’ll kill me afterward to silence me!”

“Aren’t you here to protect me?!”

“Hurry up and kill them!”

The Nameless Swordsman glanced at him sideways, undisguised annoyance in his eyes.

“You really talk too much.”

“They already said they won’t kill you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be some Director of the Astronomical Bureau?”

“You should know at least a little physiognomy.”

“Honestly, they look far more trustworthy than your group.”

Shen Yan couldn’t help letting out a quiet chuckle.

He nodded toward the swordsman.

“Thank you.”

Before the words had fully faded, he moved.

Clean.

Direct.

Without the slightest hesitation.

His right leg shot forward and struck Liang Chen squarely in the knee.

Crack!

The sharp sound of breaking bone exploded inside the cramped carriage.

Then came the arm.

Liang Chen’s body curled violently.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air as agony swept through his entire body.

He collapsed onto the carriage floor, drenched instantly in cold sweat.

“Don’t worry.”

Shen Yan withdrew his leg and spoke coldly.

“We won’t kill you.”

“If we didn’t send you limping back to the capital like this, how would the court ever understand the consequences of offending the Mountain God and harboring evil intentions?”

Liang Chen gritted his teeth against the pain.

Venomous hatred churned in his eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll report everything to His Majesty exactly as it happened today?”

Shen Yan casually brushed dust from his sleeve.

His tone was carefree and fearless.

“This is a remote mountain wilderness.”

“No witnesses.”

“No evidence.”

“No surveillance cameras.”

“Go ahead and report it if you want.”

“No matter where you take your complaint, the final conclusion will be the same.”

“You angered the Mountain God of Xuanwu Mountain.”

“A landslide followed.”

“All your guards were crushed to death. Their bodies vanished without a trace.”

“And you…”

“Managed to survive.”

The words “no witnesses” struck Liang Chen like ice water.

His entire body went cold.

Instantly, he understood the hidden meaning.

Not a single member of the Cold Moon Sword Sect would leave this mountain alive today.

Everyone would be silenced.

No one else in the world would know what truly happened here.

The Nameless Swordsman tilted his head slightly.

Pure curiosity flickered in his eyes.

“What is a surveillance camera?”

Shen Yan paused awkwardly.

“…Uh, not important.”

He jumped down from the carriage and soon returned, leading a mule from the nearby woods.

The mule was small and miserable-looking.

Its yellowish coat was dull, its spirit weak, and its thin legs wobbled as it walked, as though a strong breeze might knock it over.

Lying in the carriage, Liang Chen stared at the animal in disbelief and resentment.

Even now, he could not stop himself from complaining.

“You won’t even leave me a decent horse?”

At a time like this, he was still trying to bargain.

His lack of self-awareness was truly remarkable.

Shen Yan’s patience finally wore thin.

“Take it or leave it.”

“If you don’t want to ride it, then walk back to the capital yourself.”

Liang Chen dared not provoke him further.

Enduring the agony, he clumsily climbed onto the mule.

Gripping the reins tightly, covered in dirt and utterly disgraced, he slowly urged the animal forward and limped out of the mountain forest.

Watching Liang Chen’s retreating figure, the Nameless Swordsman spoke calmly:

“Thank you for showing mercy.”

“My task is now complete.”

From this moment onward, he had no further connection to the Cold Moon Sword Sect.