RMWDS -Chapter 259 What Is Your Wife’s Surname?

On the other side, the remaining disciples of the Cold Moon Sword Sect had already been almost completely dealt with by the Princess’s men.

Across the entire battlefield, only the one-eyed Vice Sect Master still clung to life.

His body was drenched in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, and wounds all over him continued to seep blood. He lay collapsed among the rocks, breathing weakly, barely hanging on.

When he saw the Nameless Swordsman approaching, a desperate desire to survive rekindled in his clouded eye.

Using the last of his strength, he dragged himself forward.

Wei Zijun stood not far away, his expression calm and indifferent.

Like a leopard toying with wounded prey, he silently watched the dying man struggle in vain, neither stopping him nor showing any emotion.

The Vice Sect Master’s blood-covered hand desperately grabbed the hem of the Nameless Swordsman’s robe.

His voice was broken and hoarse.

“Please… save me…”

“Haven’t you always been searching for your family?”

“The sword tassel left behind by your wife is in my elder brother’s possession.”

“If you save me, I’ll take you to it immediately. I’ll personally hand over the keepsake!”

The Nameless Swordsman lowered his eyes and calmly looked at the dying man.

“So when you claimed I had no clues to my identity… that was a lie.”

“You kept that item all this time because you wanted leverage over me someday, didn’t you?”

The Vice Sect Master choked.

Blood surged in his throat.

For a moment, he was completely speechless.

His mouth opened and closed, but no excuse came out.

“Sword tassel… wife…”

The Nameless Swordsman murmured softly.

A trace of confusion and emptiness flashed through his eyes.

“So there really is someone in this world connected to me.”

“Thank you for your final words.”

“At least you managed to do one good thing before you died.”

No wonder every time he looked at the sword in his hand, it always felt incomplete.

So it had been missing a tassel all along…

After speaking, he stepped aside and completely cleared the way.

Wei Zijun slowly approached.

His bloodshot eyes remained locked onto his enemy.

His footsteps crunched against the gravel.

As the cold figure drew nearer and nearer, the shadow of death finally descended completely upon the Vice Sect Master.

His mind collapsed.

Covered in sticky blood, dressed in tattered robes shredded by jagged rocks, he writhed desperately among the stones.

Fresh blood continuously flowed from his wounds, soaking the withered leaves beneath him.

Ignoring the pain, he crawled backward in panic.

His hands clawed desperately at dirt and stone.

Blood-smeared fingers dug into cracks in the rocks until the knuckles turned white.

Fear twisted his face beyond recognition.

His lone eye widened in terror, blood vessels filling the murky pupil.

Tears, blood, and dirt mixed together and streamed down his face.

Broken sobs escaped from his throat.

He repeatedly smashed his forehead against the rough stones, leaving dark red marks.

His voice trembled between madness and desperation.

“I was wrong!”

“I really know I was wrong!”

“Please spare me!”

“Please let me live!”

“What happened back then had nothing to do with me!”

“It was all my elder brother’s idea!”

“He wanted a great sword!”

“It had nothing to do with me!”

“I was only following orders!”

“I had no choice!”

“Please… please let me go…”

At that moment, Wei Zhuoshan’s voice once again echoed from the drone overhead.

Cold.

Emotionless.

Without a trace of pity.

“Don’t worry.”

“Your elder brother will soon be joining you.”

“Do it, Zijun.”

Wei Zijun lowered his eyes.

The crimson hatred within them remained undiminished.

“Yes, Uncle.”

The scenes of the past flooded back into his mind.

The sea of blood.

The deaths of his family.

The years spent trapped in darkness and suffering.

All of it surged forward at once.

Without another word, he raised his hand.

Gathered his strength.

And delivered the final blow.

Clean.

Decisive.

The one-eyed Vice Sect Master’s life ended on the spot.

The blood feud that had weighed upon him for so many years had finally been settled…

Half of it, at least.

The dust drifting through the mountains slowly settled.

The noise faded away.

The forest returned to silence, leaving only the faint rustling of dry leaves in the wind.

Mu Zigui stepped forward and smiled slightly at Wei Zijun.

“Congratulations, Master Wei, on finally avenging your great grievance.”

“As for the remaining cleanup work, leave it to us.”

Things like disposing of bodies…

They were professionals.

There would be no traces left behind.

Wei Zijun froze briefly before responding.

“Thank you, everyone.”

Meanwhile, Shen Yan found himself growing more puzzled the more he thought about everything that had happened.

Extraordinary swordsmanship.

A past erased by missing memories.

A wife whose whereabouts were unknown.

A lost keepsake in the form of a sword tassel.

Shen Yan’s gaze unconsciously settled on the Nameless Swordsman as he carefully studied the man before him.

The swordsman’s figure was upright and agile.

His skin was fair and clean, and his facial features were soft and youthful.

That harmless-looking baby face greatly softened the murderous aura one would normally expect from a swordsman.

At first glance, he looked only a little over thirty years old.

But…

Wen Xiuning was forty-five.

The ages didn’t seem to match.

Then another thought struck him.

No.

Ling Nianci was only sixteen.

As he silently calculated the years, the tension in his mind eased slightly.

By that estimate, the age of the man before him wasn’t entirely impossible after all.

Suppressing his swirling thoughts, Shen Yan cautiously asked:

“How old are you this year?”

The Nameless Swordsman shook his head.

“I don’t remember.”

Shen Yan refused to give up.

“Do you have a daughter?”

“I don’t know.”

“What surname does your wife have?”

The Nameless Swordsman slowly raised his eyes.

His expression became both strange and helpless.

He quietly stared at Shen Yan, who kept firing questions one after another.

His gaze carried the patience of someone indulging a troublesome fool who simply refused to understand reason.

“Do you perhaps not understand what the words memory loss mean?”

Shen Yan, having been thoroughly looked down upon, was momentarily speechless.

“…”

The others listening through the miniature earpieces had already figured out what Shen Yan was implying.

Huaying’s voice came through first, calm and direct.

“You suspect this man is Niannian’s father?”

Shen Yan did not answer aloud.

But inwardly, he admitted that was exactly what he was thinking.

Su Wangkui spoke up next.

“Old Wei, fly the drone a little closer. Let me examine his face.”

Having just avenged half of his family’s blood feud, Wei Zhuoshan was in an unusually good mood.

“Got it!”

Above them, the hovering black drone vibrated slightly.

Its propellers emitted a low hum as it slowly descended.

The camera zoomed in precisely on the Nameless Swordsman’s face, transmitting a clear image of his features to the screen in the distant carriage.

Several seconds of silence followed.

Then Su Wangkui suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

“Well now… the brows and eyes really do look somewhat similar.”

Only then did Wei Zijun finally realize what everyone was hinting at.

His voice was filled with astonishment.

“Wait—Aunt Wen’s husband?”

“Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?”

Su Wangkui sighed regretfully.

“That’s what everyone believed.”

“They said he ventured into the mountains to rescue trapped disaster victims.”

“Then a flash flood struck, and he disappeared.”

Although no body had ever been found, under those circumstances…

The chances of survival had been virtually zero.

Huaying immediately made a decision.

As always, she was decisive and straightforward, without the slightest hesitation.

“Take him back first. We’ll figure things out later.”

After all, as the saying goes—

Dreams are worth having.

Because once in a while, one of them might actually come true.