TSWRLM -Chapter 320 Wei Lingze Is Dead

Wei Lingze truly could not defeat Xuanyuan Lang.

Even under the influence of the Enchanting Incense, which had boosted his speed and unleashed a willpower rivaling his former self, he still couldn’t overcome him.

After seven or eight more exchanges, Xuanyuan Lang’s curved blade spun through the air and slashed his thigh.

The wound was deep; blood gushed out immediately, and pain struck so violently that Wei Lingze involuntarily dropped to one knee.

That leg was probably ruined.

But compared to the life he had already destroyed, losing a leg seemed trivial.

Wei Lingze ignored the injury and, gripping his curved blade, tried to stand again.

Xuanyuan Lang frowned even more at this sight. Just as he was about to speak, a hurried voice rang in his ear: “General, something’s wrong! The Zhao Ling soldiers have gone mad!”

The man spoke in the Yuexi language, so Wei Lingze couldn’t fully understand, but judging from the frantic footsteps and urgent tone, he realized that his and Lanshu’s plan had succeeded.

By now, the city gates should have been opened; Zhao Ling’s army was about to enter.

Xuanyuan Lang had lost.

With that thought, Wei Lingze felt the pain in his body vanish. Summoning every ounce of strength left, he launched himself at Xuanyuan Lang at top speed.

Distracted, Xuanyuan Lang couldn’t evade this time and was struck on his left arm.

Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Lang’s bones were too strong, and Wei Lingze’s weakened strength wasn’t enough to sever it.

The Yuexi soldiers watching gasped, and Xuanyuan Lang, frowning, swung his blade without hesitation.

The previous strike had already exhausted all of Wei Lingze’s energy, and at such close range, there was no way to avoid the counterattack.

Soon, Wei Lingze felt pain in his neck, and blood erupted violently.

His body fell rapidly, weightless, but time seemed to slow down.

It slowed enough that he became an observer, reviewing his entire life in meticulous detail.

He was born into a prestigious century-old family in Hanjing. His classmates and friends were all from noble families, and his childhood sweetheart was exceptionally talented and beautiful. His life lacked nothing—praise and admiration were plentiful.

Until that fateful battle in his youth altered his destiny.

That war made his name famous; everyone praised his bravery and skill in combat. Yet he was trapped in a body that would not obey him, unable even to rise from bed.

Praise could not alleviate his physical suffering, nor could it help him stand again.

After day upon day of disappointment, he forgot the happiness he once had and began to resent everything.

Even when his injuries eventually healed, that resentment had deeply rooted itself in his heart.

He became obsessive and violent, caring for no one but himself.

He sought to satisfy his desire for control by manipulating Chun Xi and tried to make up for three years of pain by tormenting He’er. Impatient and ruthless, he climbed relentlessly, attempting to reclaim the glory that once belonged to him, only to descend step by step into a bottomless abyss.

Eventually, he became addicted to the Enchanting Incense, a monster neither fully human nor ghost.

Though he didn’t participate in the plot to sell incense and harm others, he became a stain on the Wei family.

Compared to living the rest of his life in addiction and shame, dying at Xuanyuan Lang’s hands was, in his mind, the best possible ending.

At least, in his final moment, he was still a man.

At least, His Majesty would consider his timely repentance and not punish the Wei family.

It was only a pity that he would never have a chance to make amends to He’er.

He wondered if He’er would feel even a tiny bit of sorrow upon hearing of his death…

His body hit the ground hard, and the last thing Wei Lingze saw was a dazzling starry sky.

This land had always endured the baptism of war; people experienced all kinds of suffering and sorrow, yet the sky above remained calm and beautiful.

Xuanyuan Lang did not care what Wei Lingze had been thinking before dying. He quickly issued orders, preparing to fight while also retreating.

The Zhao Ling forces had arrived faster than he had imagined. This plan had already failed. There was no time to brood over regrets; he could only preserve his strength and look for another opportunity.

Everyone acted swiftly upon receiving the order. Xuanyuan Lang was running through possible outcomes in his mind when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He scanned the area and asked coldly, “Where is that person called Lanshu?”

Everyone looked baffled.

This Lanshu, a Zhao Ling person, apparently had no martial skill and was sycophantic; he posed no real threat. No one had taken him seriously, and now, when something had gone wrong, even less attention was paid to him.

Gritting his teeth, Xuanyuan Lang summoned seven or eight elite soldiers and ordered, “Find Lanshu and bring him to me. I want to personally flay him!”

“Yes!”

The Yuexi soldiers were too brutal. The citizens of Wengzhou had risked their lives just to open one city gate.

At the gate were piles of corpses, the stench of blood thick in the air.

Xiao Yechen immediately led his men into the city.

They carried plenty of chili powder, which they scattered as they entered, causing screams to erupt everywhere.

Soon, the city gates were wide open, more troops poured in, and the battle officially began.

Using the same method, Xiao Yechen opened two more side gates.

He did not pause but immediately began searching the city for Xuanyuan Lang.

The outcome of the siege was no longer in doubt; his goal was to find Xuanyuan Lang.

Either capture him alive or take his head.

However, despite searching for a long time, Xiao Yechen could not locate Xuanyuan Lang.

Feeling annoyed, he suddenly heard a shout in Yuexi. Although he didn’t understand the words, his body reacted by charging toward the source.

It was late at night, pitch-black everywhere. On a nearby street, a Yuexi man was chasing several women.

Xiao Yechen arrived just in time and quickly slew the man.

The women immediately knelt and kowtowed in gratitude. Xiao Yechen spoke gravely: “The National General is leading troops to attack the city. By tomorrow, it should be safe. You should hide somewhere and avoid wandering in the city.”

They all nodded repeatedly. Xiao Yechen turned to continue searching, but then stopped and stared at one woman, shouting, “Lanshu, stop!”

The “woman” froze, then turned with a pout: “I’m all dressed up like this; how do you still recognize me, sir?”

Xiao Yechen rode up to Lanshu, eyes cold: “Take me to Xuanyuan Lang.”

“Sir, this is too difficult for me. With the army attacking, General Xuanyuan must have retreated under everyone’s protection. Where could I possibly find him?”

Xiao Yechen didn’t waste words. Drawing his sword, he pointed it at Lanshu: “You have two choices: either lead me to him or I kill you right now.”

After days of killing countless people, Xiao Yechen exuded a killing aura like Yama himself, leaving no room for joking.

Lanshu sighed and said with a crooked smile, “Actually, there’s no need to look. I have a way to lure him here.”