A Rainy Night is Good for Killing

Lu Chuan felt wild joy. After laughing heartily for a moment, he instantly suppressed the excitement in his chest and sank his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness.

[Name: Lu Chuan]
[Cultivation: Ninth Rank Skin Refining Realm]
[Cultivation Method: Five Elements Stance Training (Perfection, 12/2000)]
[Martial Skill: Basic Archery (Perfection, 4/1000)]

Scanning his gaze, sure enough, the system panel had already changed, and the cultivation section had become the Ninth Rank Skin Refining Realm.

Ninth Rank Skin Refining involved using internal strength to refine the skin and flesh all over the body.

His strength reached a thousand catties.

He felt that stream of internal strength like warm current within his body wandering through his own skin and flesh. Wherever it went, it felt as though he were bathing in a hot spring while receiving a full-body massage from Technician No. 888 at the bath center on the next street.

His entire body felt comfortable and refreshed.

"Hoo..."

Exhaling a breath of foul air, Lu Chuan once again let his gaze fall upon the system panel, and he immediately furrowed his brow slightly.

Just like Basic Archery, now that Five Elements Stance Training has reached the Perfection Realm, it can actually continue to improve. What on earth is going on here?

Lu Chuan was filled with doubt. Could it be that above Perfection, there are even higher realms? Or does it mean that once you grind the proficiency of the Perfection Realm to the max, you reach the limit?

No one could give him an answer to this question.

This system panel was the evolution of an entry nurtured by the Bronze Ancient Tree, and it held many profound mysteries. Lu Chuan still did not understand them by now, so he could only wait to slowly explore them in the future.

"Now that I have condensed internal strength and my martial arts have reached a rank, it stands to reason that I should find a skin refining cultivation method."

Lu Chuan thought secretly to himself, It's just that martial arts cultivation methods are far too precious. Even a skin refining method starts at at least a million, and I simply can't afford one right now.

Of course, there is another way, which is to join the various factions in the Inner City. I should be able to acquire a skin refining method that way.

Only, how could I, in this lifetime, lower my head and live beneath others to become someone's dog?

Rather than doing that, I might as well continue cultivating Five Elements Stance Training and see what changes occur after upgrading it to Perfection...

Lu Chuan quickly made a decision in his heart: he would continue cultivating Five Elements Stance Training, grinding the proficiency of the Perfection Realm to the max before talking.

He faintly had a premonition that perhaps this entry of his could give him a surprise.

"I'll rest for a day, and tomorrow I'll head out of the city into the wilderness to hunt fierce beasts to earn money and clear the debt left behind by my father. Then I'll save up a sum of money to buy a house in the Inner City and move the whole family in."

"Right, I also need to make a trip to the Martial Artist Association to collect my Martial Artist Badge..."

Stretching lazily, Lu Chuan immediately stepped out of his room.

The debt left behind by his father was always a problem, and this debt was real, so Lu Chuan never thought about reneging on it.

As the saying went, paying debts was only right and proper, heaven's law and earth's justice.

A father's debts fell upon his son.

Now that his father was gone, this debt naturally fell onto Lu Chuan's head.

However, Lu Chuan was not in a hurry now. Now that he had cultivated internal strength, his martial arts had reached a rank, and he had become a formal martial artist. His overall strength had improved by far more than severalfold.

Even without slaying fierce beasts, by simply hunting ordinary beasts, he could still earn a hundred and twenty thousand in a few days to pay off the debt his father had left behind.

As for going to the Martial Artist Association to collect the Martial Artist Badge, that was because the Martial Artist Association was an official institution.

Only after registering at the Martial Artist Association could a martial artist enjoy the various privileges granted to martial artists by Great Xia.

For instance, the qualification to move into the Inner City, as well as exemptions from various taxes and other rights and interests.

However, all of these were matters for later.

As for now, he still had a more important matter to attend to.

An icy murderous intent suddenly surfaced in Lu Chuan's eyes.

"Yang Zuo... tonight is your time of death..."

Deep in the night, pitch-black darkness enshrouded the entire Fengle City.

After his mother Liang Ya and younger sister Lu Wangshu both fell asleep, Lu Chuan only then fetched his bow and arrows, stepping out like a civet cat.

Tonight's darkness was unusually deep, the cold wind howled, and light rain was even pattering down between heaven and earth.

With dark night and high winds, it truly was a night for killing.

Lu Chuan was dressed all in black with a bow and arrows slung across his back. Like a ghost walking through the dark night, he shuttled through the alleys and streets of the slums.

After roughly half an hour.

His person had already appeared silently upon the rooftop of a building more than a dozen stories tall.

He stood at the edge of the rooftop with his eyes narrowed, his body straight as a gun barrel and his gaze sharp as an eagle vulture, staring at a street-side bar about three hundred meters away.

That was a stronghold of the Fierce Tiger Gang, and also Yang Zuo's base camp.

Lu Chuan knew that Yang Zuo spent every day in the bar until late at night, but he never stayed overnight in the bar.

Therefore Lu Chuan was waiting, waiting for Yang Zuo to emerge from the bar.

Originally, with his current strength of martial arts having reached a rank, he could have charged straight into the bar and blasted Yang Zuo to death with a single punch.

Yet for the sake of caution, Lu Chuan ultimately decided to use archery for an assassination.

For the Fierce Tiger Gang to reign supreme in the Outer City's East District of Fengle City and be chosen as chess pieces by those big shots in the city, they naturally possessed some methods.

Lu Chuan could almost be certain that there must be martial artists existing within the Fierce Tiger Gang, and their number was definitely more than just one or two.

Although he did not believe the Fierce Tiger Gang would offend a martial artist like him for the sake of a mere Yang Zuo.

Yet nothing in this world was absolute.

Caution was always the best policy.

Time passed bit by bit, and the rain in the sky grew heavier and heavier, striking the ground and producing a pattering sound.

The night grew increasingly gloomy, obstructing people's vision.

If it were ordinary people, they wouldn't even be able to see the situation thirty meters away, but Lu Chuan was different. When his Basic Archery reached Perfection, he felt that his own vision had been greatly enhanced, and during the day, he could easily see several hundred meters or even a thousand meters away.

Now that he had cultivated internal strength and his martial arts had reached a rank.

His vision had improved once more, actually granting him the ability of night vision.

In this torrential rain and dark night, he could still clearly see any movement three hundred meters away. This was also an important reason why Lu Chuan ultimately decided to assassinate Yang Zuo.

The rain fell in torrents, and the chill was piercing.

Yet Lu Chuan remained steadfast like a javelin. That stream of internal strength within his body wandered through every inch of flesh and blood across his body, continuously tempering his physical vessel.

"He's finally out..."

After roughly two hours, a brilliant flash suddenly appeared in Lu Chuan's eyes.

Right at that moment, the doors of the bar three hundred meters away swung open once again, and a crowd of ruffians could be seen clustered around a young man as they strode out.

This person was precisely Yang Zuo.

"Brother Zuo, you say why go back in such heavy rain? We might as well just sleep in the bar. A few decent chicks just arrived anyway, and I can have someone call them over to serve you..."

A yellow-haired ruffian curried favor with Yang Zuo with an ingratiating expression.

"You don't understand. I have to go back. Never mind the rain, even if knives were falling from the sky I'd still have to go back..."

Yang Zuo waved a hand with a cold smile, meaningful brilliance flickering within his eyes.

He thought secretly in his heart, A bunch of country bumpkins who only know how to play with women. In this world, fists are power.

Once I refine my internal strength and become a martial artist, what kind of woman won't I have?

Still, it's almost time... That thing should be about to ripen...

With these thoughts, Yang Zuo shoved the yellow-haired punk to the side, snatched the umbrella from his hand, and strode out into the torrential rain.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, right at that moment, a drastic change occurred.

High upon the rooftop three hundred meters away, an arrow tore through the torrential rain like a shooting star, fiercely piercing straight through Yang Zuo's skull.

Accompanied by a booming crash, the next moment, Yang Zuo's entire head was seen exploding directly apart.

A headless corpse spurted blood like a fountain, collapsing with a thud into the torrential rain.