RMWDS -Chapter 260 Got the Wrong Person?

After Hua Ying made the decision through the earpiece, Shen Yan lowered his gaze toward the Nameless Swordsman standing before him and made up his mind.

Whether this man was truly Wen Xiuning’s missing husband or not, this lead could not be ignored. Even if the chance was only a tiny one, it was still worth investigating.

Suppressing the curiosity in his eyes, Shen Yan stepped forward and deliberately softened his tone, speaking slowly to appear more approachable.

“Where do you plan to go next?”

The Nameless Swordsman’s hand never left the hilt of his sword.

His voice remained calm and emotionless.

“The leader of the Hanyue Sword Sect is holding my sword tassel. I’m going there to reclaim what belongs to me.”

Shen Yan carefully considered his words, trying to sound sincere and reasonable.

“I have a request. I know someone who may very well be your wife.

“If it’s convenient, would you be willing to come with me and let her see you in person? If it’s really you, your family can finally be reunited.”

The Nameless Swordsman slowly raised his eyes.

His dark gaze locked directly onto Shen Yan.

There was no trust in those eyes—only obvious scrutiny and suspicion.

“Just moments ago, I mentioned that I was searching for my wife. Then immediately afterward, you tell me that someone you know just happens to be my wife.

“Do you honestly think that sounds believable?”

Shen Yan: “…”

Even Su Wangkui’s voice came through the earpiece:

“You know, when you put it that way, it really does sound like a scam.”

Then Hua Ying’s cold and impatient voice followed without hesitation:

“Why waste words with him? If reason doesn’t work, then stop reasoning.

“Knock him out and take him away.

“Zijun, circle behind him and look for an opportunity to sneak attack.”

Caught completely off guard by the order, Wei Zijun froze on the spot.

He stood there looking bewildered and awkward, subconsciously blurting out:

“Huh?”

This honest young man had never ambushed anyone in his life.

Ever since he began practicing martial arts, he had always fought openly and directly, facing every opponent head-on with honor and integrity.

Even when fighting the one-eyed vice sect master—the man responsible for his family’s destruction—he had confronted him face-to-face.

A sneak attack?

He had absolutely no experience with that.

The moment the Nameless Swordsman heard Wei Zijun’s confused “Huh?”, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He already knew these people were strange.

Their methods were bizarre, their tools incomprehensible, and nearly everything they did defied common martial-world logic.

This unusual behavior instantly put him on full alert.

His sword slid half an inch from its sheath.

Cold light flowed along the blade.

His sharp eyes swept across everyone present as he spoke in a guarded voice.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

A helpless smile appeared on Shen Yan’s face.

His tone carried genuine apology.

“Forgive us.”

The man’s martial skills were truly exceptional.

Even with Shen Yan and Wei Zijun working together, and after injecting him with three doses of powerful anesthetic, they barely managed to bring him down.

Looking at the unconscious and defenseless swordsman lying on the ground, Wei Zijun lowered his gaze.

His fingers curled slightly.

In a hesitant and troubled voice, he asked:

“If… if he really isn’t Aunt Wen’s husband, what do we do then?”

Wouldn’t that be incredibly awkward?

Hua Ying replied calmly and matter-of-factly:

“Three doses of anesthetic will keep him asleep for nine hours. That’s enough time for us to get back.

“Let Niannian and the others take a look.

“If he’s not the right person, we’ll just bring him back and leave him here.

“At worst, Princess Ningyu can give him a few banknotes as compensation.

“It can serve as travel expenses for his trip to find the Hanyue Sword Sect leader.

“He won’t lose out.”

That… actually made sense.

This was currently the safest and most practical solution.

The group did not linger in the desolate mountain forest. After gathering the horses and carriages seized during the battle, they headed back to Princess Ningyu’s residence.

Princess Ningyu had already prepared ten top-quality horses for them.

Each horse had a glossy coat, a strong physique, and excellent breeding. Combined with the fourteen horses captured during the battle, they now had a total of twenty-four fine steeds. The horses were organized into three groups and tied together with ropes.

In addition, she had specially prepared ten jin (about five kilograms) of aged premium tea. The tea was packed in exquisite wooden boxes, its rich fragrance lingering in the air.

Princess Ningyu said,

“Please deliver these horses and tea to Cult Leader Miao on my behalf. They are but humble gifts, offered as a token of my appreciation.”

The group accepted the gifts without ceremony.

After a brief rest, they set out once more, leading the horses, carrying the gifts, and hauling along one unconscious swordsman.

They returned to Xuanwu Mountain and traveled through the secret passage back to the resort.

At the exit of the tunnel, Lei Lingyin was sitting on a shoe-changing bench, playing on her phone.

The perpetual calendar hanging above her head showed that it was already 6:15 PM.

As soon as she saw them, she looked up.

“Oh, you’re finally back! The Cult Leader was worried about you and sent me here to wait. Wow, that’s a lot of horses!”

Her gaze swept across the group before settling on the black-clad man sleeping on Wei Zijun’s shoulder.

Curious, she asked,

“Huh? Why is there an extra person? Who’s that?”

Wei Zijun carefully lowered the unconscious man against the wall, handling him gently to avoid causing any additional injuries.

Straightening up, he answered uncertainly,

“We can’t be sure yet, but there’s a high probability he’s Aunt Wen’s long-lost husband.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Lei Lingyin practically sprang off the bench.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“What?! This is Niannian’s father?!”

Shen Yan stepped forward and used his high-level facial-recognition authorization to unlock the door.

“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s get all the horses outside first. The secret passage is enclosed, dark, and poorly ventilated. Horses get nervous easily in places like this. If we leave them here too long, something could happen.”

The door had barely opened when Hua Ying had already taken hold of the first group of horses and calmly led them outside.

The moment the horses stepped onto the open grassland and breathed in the fresh air, their agitation visibly subsided.

They swished their tails, lowered their heads to nibble at the grass, and their breathing gradually steadied. The tension in their muscles melted away.

“I’ll bring out the next group.”

Shen Yan followed behind.

Wei Zijun hurried off to lead the final group of horses as well.

Lei Lingyin, being close in age to Ling Nianci and good friends with her, naturally cared more about Niannian’s father than about the horses.

She walked over and crouched beside the unconscious swordsman, studying him carefully.

“What happened to him? Is he injured?”

Su Wangkui explained,

“He has amnesia. He doesn’t remember who he is and doesn’t believe anything we tell him. We had no choice but to use a few doses of anesthetic and bring him back first.

“By the way, how many injections did we give him? Is the anesthetic about to wear off?”

Wei Zhuoshan did a quick calculation.

“Three shots. That should last about nine hours. We spent quite a bit of time traveling back from that wilderness to the princess’s residence. He should still have at least three hours left before waking up.”

Lei Lingyin froze.

“No, that’s not right. Then this can’t be him.”

Su Wangkui frowned.

“What makes you say that?”

Lei Lingyin replied,

“Niannian once talked to me about her family.

“Her grandmother—her father’s mother—was an expert poison master.

“Her father was fed all kinds of strange poisons from childhood, so he developed resistance to many medicines.

“If this really were Niannian’s father, there’s no way Fuling’s anesthetic could keep him unconscious for this long.”

Wei Zhuoshan muttered quietly,

“Could it be that we really found the wrong person?”

Su Wangkui’s expression suddenly changed.

“Wait… no. Something’s wrong—”

In the very next instant, the supposedly unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes.

There was not the slightest trace of drowsiness or confusion in them. He looked completely awake.