Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Sizzle—"

The longsword pierced the fabric, its sharp blade easily tearing through the cloth, severing flesh, and drawing forth a stream of blood.

As he pulled away, the militiaman's ferocious face came into Wei Qiyuan's view, and the splattered hot blood splashed onto his cheeks, bringing a wave of damp heat.

Following their fighting instincts, the blade piercing the soldier's chest was swiftly withdrawn.

Wei Qiyuan suppressed the nausea rising in his heart and slashed backward sharply as he pulled away.

The sharp sword sliced ​​through the man's neck, and a line of blood appeared in his pupils.

The attacking soldiers fell heavily to the ground, their cold breastplates clattering against the bluestone slabs of the street with a dull thud.

Kill, kill, kill—

From the first light of dawn to the first glimmer of day, from the rising sun to the high zenith.

Wei Qiyuan himself didn't know how many people he had killed. He only knew that his hands and feet were already numb, and he could only mechanically swing his long sword, slashing at the people who came.

Accustomed to identifying himself as a businessman and strategist, Wei Qiyuan, despite possessing peak innate cultivation, was far less powerful than those who had honed their skills on the battlefield and in the martial world.

As a peak-level innate being nurtured by resources, Wei Qiyuan dislikes killing and fighting with others.

He only liked dealing with numbers that represented gold and silver.

In Wei Qiyuan's view, this kind of meaningless killing was the most pointless thing.

He wanted to leave right now, but the faint gaze behind him made him hesitant to make any rash moves.

His senior brother has completely gone mad!

Jun Changping is no longer the senior brother who cared for his junior brothers and sisters, but a demon who only wants to drag everyone down to hell.

Wei Qiyuan had no doubt that if he were to flee out of the city now, the insane Jun Changping would abandon all his enemies and kill his junior brother first.

Who knows, this madman might even grab his head and utter some "affectionate" words.

During this long night, Wei Qiyuan finally recalled what Li Yin had said back in the academy.

"I don't understand Jun Changping, but I always feel that he is somewhat dangerous, and there is a madman living inside him... Xiao Qi, if you really decide to follow him, you'd better think it over more and leave yourself a way out in advance."

Wei Qiyuan once thought that Li Yin disliked Jun Changping and was overthinking things, which was why she said those things to him.

After all, Jun Changping's performance at the academy was evident to all, making him a model among the senior disciples.

In contrast, Li Yin, who is always either playing pranks on people or on her way to play pranks, is practically the epitome of a "demon child".

If Li Yin didn't occasionally show the responsibility that a senior sister should have, no one would treat her as a senior sister.

Looking back now, his intelligent second senior sister probably discovered Jun Changping's hidden madness long ago.

I regret it so much! I regret it so much!

If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to my senior sister back then!

After killing more than a dozen militiamen who approached him, Wei Qiyuan's already pale face, due to excessive blood loss, became even more grim.

He struggled to support his weary body, glancing around with the corner of his eye.

All that could be seen were mangled corpses.

The vast street was filled with the corpses of soldiers, and the flowing blood gathered into streams on both sides of the street.

There were Prince Jun Changping's personal guards, fully armed local soldiers, and militiamen who didn't even have armor and were only wearing coarse cloth shirts...

The battlefield was in chaos, filled with loyalists, rebels, and those who hesitated...

Driven by a few speculators, the entire city of Qiluo has fallen into complete chaos.

In just one night, arson, murder, and looting had spread throughout the entire city.

There are far too many despicable people who take advantage of this chaos to turn their swords against the weak.

Instead of helping either side, they broke into the homes of the city's residents, committing countless heinous acts that outraged both gods and men.

The haphazardly piled-up corpses littered the entire street.

As his gaze swept across the street, Wei Qiyuan clearly saw that his eight hundred personal guards were also lying on the ground, mixed in with other corpses, making them difficult to distinguish.

These eight hundred elite guards were carefully selected by Wei Qiyuan over the past ten years at great expense.

Wei Qiyuan remembered each of their names and how many people were in their families clearly.

Each of them knelt before Wei Qiyuan, swearing to him that they were willing to go through fire and water for him and give their lives.

Are they all dead?

Eight hundred elite troops, including eight innate martial artists, surely not one of them would be wiped out.

Wei Qiyuan had some guesses about the truth, but he also understood that he couldn't blame anyone for his current predicament.

In such a chaotic battlefield, if it were him, his first thought would also be to escape.

It is truly remarkable that so many people are willing to die for him.

only……

Looking at the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, looking at the streets in ruins, looking at the flames engulfing Qiluo City, looking at the rebel army that was still pouring towards the Marshal's Mansion.

In this chaotic world, Wei Qiyuan's restless heart calmed down.

His men were all dead, and nearly two decades of effort had been destroyed in an instant.

At this moment, no one was willing to stand behind him anymore.

This battle has been lost; we shall perish today.

Wei Qiyuan knew in his heart that the root cause of the current chaos was by no means Jun Changping's words on the city wall yesterday.

The scale and specific objectives of this rebellion suggest it was not a spur-of-the-moment act, but rather a premeditated plan.

In other words, the people inside the city had already reached an agreement with the Great Time Legion outside the city.

If he guessed correctly, all escape routes had been blocked by the elite troops of the Great Shi Empire.

If his eight hundred guards were still alive, Wei Qiyuan would definitely fight again.

But now he has no one left to use. With Qiluo City under siege, even if Jun Changping were willing to spare his life, he would not be able to escape.

Stepping on the corpses beneath his feet, Wei Qiyuan lowered his head slightly and looked at the blood-stained Crane Spirit Purple Gold Robe he was wearing.

This purple-gold robe was a gift from Master Bai Ling when he left the academy.

For so many years, Wei Qiyuan has always regarded this purple-gold robe as a treasure and has kept it carefully.

But now...

Yesterday's clean and wrinkle-free clothes are now all crumpled, soaked in blood, dark and terrifying, and exuding a strong bloody smell.

Cracks spread out like a spider web across the entire coat, the gruesome marks seeming to tell the story of the horrors of war.

If it weren't for the protection of this Crane Spirit Purple Gold Robe, Wei Qiyuan wouldn't be alive today.

Even ants can kill an elephant, let alone rebels who are not ants, and Wei Qiyuan is not an elephant. He has survived until now entirely thanks to the protection of this purple-gold robe, which has blocked the attacks that were aimed at him.

It could be said that this outfit is what kept Wei Qiyuan alive until now.

Looking at the spiderweb-like cracks on the clothes, and at the fabric that had changed color from being soaked in blood, Wei Qiyuan's pupils darkened.

His purple robes were stained with blood, telling the story of Wei Qiyuan's demise.