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

At that moment, Wei Qiyuan thought of Bai Ling, the teacher who never put on airs, always taught them with a smile, and played with them as students.

Yes, he always knew.

His teacher loved peace, was kinder than anyone else, enjoyed seeing people happy, and hated the endless war the most.

When they were at the academy, Master Bai would always stand behind the window, watching the students play with a smile on his face.

Before his journey, he would be given this precious Crane Spirit Purple Gold Robe, also to protect him from harm by swords.

But what have these students been doing all these years?

Despite feeling dizzy enough to make his head explode, Wei Qiyuan straightened up once again.

He glanced at Jun Changping, who was killing people in a frenzy not far away, and then at the rebel army surging in from the end of the street.

boom--

The sound of explosions came from afar, and raging flames burned in the streets. Amid the crackling of the flames, wooden buildings collapsed one after another.

Standing in the center of the corpses, Wei Qiyuan looked around and took in the entire Qiluo City engulfed in flames.

The deranged Jun Changping, the ferocious-looking rebels, the child hiding in the corner, the old man buried under the rubble...

Wei Qiyuan saw everything.

The wind in the city grew stronger, making the flames burn even brighter, and also blowing the strong smell of blood into Wei Qiyuan's nostrils.

The screams of the crowd, the cries of children, the sneers of little men, the roar of flames...

Hundreds of meters away, a woman holding a child was hacked to the ground, a crying child was kicked away, and a struggling elderly person was stabbed through the chest and abdomen...

At that moment, Wei Qiyuan truly understood the feelings of those who died in the war, and truly understood what war really was.

This is something you can never experience while sitting in your tent, overseeing operations from the rear.

At that moment, Wei Qiyuan suddenly felt that everything was utterly meaningless.

He took a deep breath and burst into loud laughter.

"War! War! What a war to defend our homeland! What a war to revive our nation! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

Ignoring the gaze directed at him from behind, Wei Qiyuan gripped his longsword tightly and charged towards those scoundrels who only knew how to burn, kill, and plunder.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

The longsword pierced the villain's heart and severed his head.

This time, Wei Qiyuan also didn't know how many people he had killed. He only knew that he was in great pain, so much so that his whole body was numb, and so much so that the sword in his hand fell to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pick it up.

What Bai Ling gave him was ultimately just a high-grade magic weapon. After being struck repeatedly, the purple-gold robe met its end.

On the edge of the street engulfed in flames, amidst the ruins, Wei Qiyuan knelt on one knee, with countless rebel soldiers behind him, his blood-stained purple-gold robe riddled with arrows.

"Cough cough cough—"

Blood sprayed onto the ground with each cough, and looking at the two children, about six or seven years old, beneath him, Wei Qiyuan forced an ugly smile.

"Little ones, you're really unlucky. There are just too many bad guys, and I simply can't kill them all..."

"Listen! I'll charge again in a bit. Once I'm up, run south, run for your life, run out of Qiluo City, run to Dashi, run to Daling, run to a safe place..."

As he spoke, another sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and blood flowed from the corner of Wei Qiyuan's mouth. He looked at the two frightened children and, enduring the excruciating pain, gave his final instructions.

"If you survive, live well and never get involved in these pointless wars..."

The sound abruptly stopped. Watching the approaching rebel army, Wei Qiyuan used his last bit of strength to struggle to his feet.

tick tock...

Blood dripped from every wound on Wei Qiyuan's body, and his sword-wielding hand was covered in glaring white bone.

Hearing the footsteps behind him gradually fade away, Wei Qiyuan smiled.

In a daze, he seemed to see Bai Ling, and the days when he used to laugh together in the academy.

"Master Bai, Mr. Mu, I, Wei Qiyuan, am not a good person, but I am certainly not a coward!"

Amidst a hail of arrows, the slightly plump figure fell heavily to the ground, his blood-stained purple-gold robe shattered completely, leaving only the corpse pierced by arrows.

……

The instant Wei Qiyuan's aura vanished, Jun Changping, caught in the midst of the battle, suddenly looked in this direction and let out a hoarse roar!

"Junior brother!!!"

He swung his sword sharply, cutting dozens of people in half at the waist. His disheveled figure looked like a demon.

"Beasts! Beasts! You bunch of beasts actually dared to kill my junior brother! I will make you all pay with your lives!"

In his extreme rage, Jun Changping was engulfed in raging flames. He charged forward, slaughtering all the rebels who stood between him and Wei Qiyuan.

Upon seeing the blood-stained figure, Jun Changping suddenly knelt down and picked up Wei Qiyuan's body.

"Junior brother! Junior brother! Why are you covered in arrows? Wake up! Wake up!"

"Who killed you! Who killed you! Junior brother, tell me, and I'll avenge you!"

"Traitors! They're all traitors! Only you, Junior Brother, are loyal to me, yet these damned beasts haven't even spared you!"

"Junior brother, rest assured, today I will make these traitors pay with their lives. You will not be alone on your journey to the Yellow Springs!"

……

"Hoo hoo hoo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

"What a deep brotherhood, what a bond between fellow disciples, what a fine Crown Prince of Western Qi!"

"No wonder that evil spirit looked like that back then. If I hadn't witnessed it all with my own eyes and known that you killed him, I really wouldn't believe that such an absurd thing could happen in this world!"

Laughter came from afar. Jun Changping, who was holding Wei Qiyuan in his arms, suddenly turned his head and saw a golden-armored general standing on a ruin a hundred and fifty meters away.

"Who are you! Who gave you permission to be so insolent in front of me!"

Jun Changping shouted loudly, his angry eyes fixed on Zhong Hu.

If looks could kill, Zhong Hu would probably have been killed a hundred times over by now.

Atop the burning ruins, Zhong Hu launched himself into the air, leaping forty meters in a single bound, creating a large crater in front of Jun Changping.

As the dust settled, a pair of equally angry eyes were revealed.

"who I am?"

"You, the noble Crown Prince of Western Qi, would certainly not know that such important figures as you would ever care about insignificant ordinary people like us?"

"What do you mean by the happiness of a family, the efforts of generations over a lifetime? It's just a casual remark, just numbers on paper..."

After saying a few words, Zhong Hu shut his mouth. He did not mention the Fengjian incident from back then to Jun Changping, nor did he mention their relationship.

The dead don't need to know too much, and such a person doesn't deserve to be his senior's student.

Amidst the raging flames, Zhong Hu raised his halberd high, pointing it at Jun Changping.

"Today, it's either you die, or I perish!"