179: Chapter 179 Night Rain: The Bigger the Waves, the More Expensive the Fish

As night fell, an autumn rain shrouded the entire Xu Family without warning.

The icy rain was as fine and dense as needles, tirelessly drumming against the endless glazed tiles of the Xu Family, creating a rustling sound. It was as if a hazy bead curtain had been hung between heaven and earth, making this colossal entity that had stood for countless ages appear somewhat illusory.

To mortals, this was merely a rainy night suitable for sleeping under the covers. But for certain existences walking on the edge of darkness, such weather was natural cover.

On the outskirts of the Xu Family, a dark shadow, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, silently passed through the outermost Clan-Protecting Array.

That figure was as light as a feather, every movement perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the falling rain, not even causing a single ripple in the surrounding spatial fluctuations.

The Xu Family's Restrictions, which were sufficient to suppress and kill Saints, seemed like mere decorations before her. Relying on some strange constitution, she slipped through them as easily as a fish entering water.

Number one on the Tian Sha List, Shadow Kill.

Mo Han was now like a drop of water merging into the ocean, rapidly approaching the Xu Family's core area—the Young Emperors Palace.

Under the cover of the wind and rain, her hollow and lifeless eyes stared fixedly through the layers of rain, locking onto the position emitting a massive Providence Light Pillar.

In her simple worldview, there was no such thing as the pressure of an Imperial Clan, nor any insurmountable chasm.

There were only targets and bounties.

The man named Xu Chen was now, in her eyes, just a long string of numbers—a fortune large enough to buy her a lifetime's worth of candied hawthorns.

...

Inside the Young Emperors Palace, the candlelight was bright.

Xu Chen leaned lazily on a soft couch by the window, playing with an exquisite white jade wine cup in his hand. The liquid in the cup rippled slightly, reflecting the pitch-black night outside.

The Floor Heater in the hall was burning brightly, dispelling the chill brought by the autumn rain.

Su Qingge and Bai Ningbing were likely tired today and had retired early with the children. Jiang Liuli and Ye Qingwu were still in confinement after childbirth and needed quiet rest. As for the other wives who were still pregnant, Xu Chen had specifically instructed them not to move around unnecessarily.

At this moment, in the vast Bedchamber, he was drinking alone.

It seemed pleasant, but in reality...

Xu Chen's hand holding the wine cup paused slightly.

Just now, the Hongmeng Creation Origin Body within him throbbed for no apparent reason.

That feeling was strange; it didn't feel like a life-or-death crisis, but rather like... a sense of déjà vu, as if prey had delivered itself to his doorstep.

At his current Quasi-Saint Peak realm, coupled with the Hongmeng Body's absolute sensitivity to Qi, any hint of killing intent directed at him within a ten-thousand-mile radius, no matter how well-hidden, was as glaringly obvious as a searchlight in the night.

"Coming quite fast."

The corners of Xu Chen's mouth curled up slightly into a playful arc.

He didn't alert anyone.

Instead, he slowly set down his wine cup and waved his hand gently toward a spot in the void.

Following his movement, the transmission of the young master echoed in the ears of several Saint Realm death warriors who were hidden in the shadows, responsible for guarding the Young Emperors Palace:

"All of you, withdraw. No one is allowed within a hundred feet."

Although the guards in the shadows were puzzled, the strict rules of the Xu Family left them with no hesitation. Several powerful auras instantly withdrew, and they retreated silently into the distance.

For a moment, this magnificent palace was like an infant who had laid down all defenses, exposed nakedly to the rainy night.

Xu Chen stood up, walked to the window, and pushed open the half-closed window.

A moist, cool breeze carrying rain blew in, fluttering his thin clothes and messing up the stray hairs on his forehead.

With his back to the main entrance of the hall, he seemed to be admiring the rain, but in fact, his entire body was full of openings.

If you were an assassin, facing such a defenseless young master of a wealthy family who was wallowing in sentimentality, what would you do?

Naturally—

A one-hit kill.

Xu Chen looked at the pitch-black night outside, but a playful glint flashed deep in his eyes.

He could clearly feel an extremely subtle yet pure chill that had already slipped into the hall.

This assassin was very strong.

At least in terms of concealing presence, she was the best he had ever seen, second only to himself. Even the arrays on the outskirts of the Xu Family designed to target Saints failed to trigger an alarm; this was definitely the talent boost of some special constitution.

If it were an ordinary Quasi-Saint， Even a saint， I'm afraid it won't be until my head is moved.， They didn't even know how they died..

Unfortunately.

She met Xu Chen.

A cheater.

"The greater the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish..."

Xu Chen murmured softly, his voice drowned out by the pattering rain.

He even stretched and yawned, appearing completely oblivious and ready to go back to bed.

At the very moment he turned around.

The candlelight in the hall flickered violently.

In the shadow of the roof beam where there was originally nothing, the air twisted strangely for a second.

Only a faint light, darker than the night and colder than ice, seemed to cross the distance of space, instantly appearing at the back of Xu Chen's neck.