Rainy Night Killing Night, Striking Head-On

Inside the chamber.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the bed.

His mind was focused on the Vajra Primordial Force technique he had just obtained.

While at Yuchun Courtyard, Su Chen had been a true prodigal son.

He hadn't cultivated at all.

But now that he had returned to the Su Manor, he needed to cultivate.

Vajra Primordial Force was a body-refining technique with thirteen layers.

It used internal energy to temper the body.

The first to third layers refined the body's surface.

Turning the skin as hard as steel.

The fourth to sixth layers refined the flesh and blood, the seventh to ninth layers refined the bone marrow, and the tenth to twelfth layers refined the internal organs.

As for the thirteenth layer, it was the integration of primordial unity.

"The first three layers of Vajra Primordial Force refine the skin and membranes, using the Vajra Primordial internal energy generated within the body to continuously compress the skin and membranes, making them as hard as iron."

"This is easy to achieve; I can complete it today."

"However, the next stage, refining the flesh and blood, will likely require a large number of Qi and Blood Pills!"

Su Chen thought to himself.

Afterward, Su Chen stopped thinking about these things. There was no point in thinking about them now.

Seizing the opportunity to cultivate and improve his strength was the most fundamental thing.

He circulated the Vajra Primordial Force, transforming it into internal energy to begin refining his skin and membranes.

He cultivated in a cross-legged position, unaware of how much time had passed.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed from outside.

Then, raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Su Chen also awoke from his cultivation. He opened his eyes and slowly walked to the window, glancing at the night outside.

It was dim due to the rain.

Su Chen didn't know how long he had been cultivating.

"But this rain is quite nice. A rainy night is suitable for killing, though I wonder if I'll be the one killing today, or the one being killed."

Su Chen sighed inwardly.

Creak.

The courtyard gate outside the small courtyard was opened.

Steward Fu pushed open the gate of the small courtyard and walked in.

Knock, knock!

The door to the chamber was knocked.

Su Chen stood by the window, already knowing that Steward Fu had entered the small courtyard.

He opened the chamber door.

"Young Master, I saw your light was still on, so I came over. This is the meal that I had the servants prepare for you!"

Steward Fu placed the food basket he was carrying on the table inside the room.

He gently opened the basket, preparing to take out the ingredients and arrange them on the table.

"Also, today, Manager Han and Manager Lu came and asked me to tell you!"

"If you need anything, Young Master, you can notify them immediately, and they will assist you with all their might."

"Young Master, they were the people the Master trusted the most before his passing. You can trust them."

Steward Fu said while taking out the food.

Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower controlled one-third of the shops in Qingcheng City.

These shops were managed by the eighteen managers of Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower.

Manager Han and Manager Lu were two of those eighteen people.

Hearing Steward Fu's words, Su Chen nodded.

"Steward Fu, please thank the two uncles for me. I will ask for their help if I need it."

"Don't bother taking out the food. I don't have much of an appetite today!"

Su Chen said.

At this moment.

For now, he wouldn't trust anyone, not even Steward Fu standing before him.

Perhaps Su Chen would have trusted him before.

But the current Su Chen was wary of everyone.

Hearing Su Chen's words, Steward Fu could only put the food back.

"What time is it?" Su Chen asked.

"Young Master, it's almost the hour of Hai!"

"The hour of Hai? And have there been any recent news from outside?"

Su Chen asked.

In Yuchun Courtyard, Su Chen had been sorting through the memories in his mind.

He hadn't paid attention to the outside situation.

Of course, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to find out.

"This old servant received news from the black market this evening saying that Master obtained a Fifth-grade Lotus Platform before he passed away."

Steward Fu said.

"A Fifth-grade Lotus Platform? How could my father have such a treasure? They are targeting our Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower, are they trying to destroy my Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower?"

Su Chen's expression changed as he spoke.

He knew what kind of treasure a Fifth-grade Lotus Platform was.

His father was somewhat famous in Qingcheng City, but he definitely couldn't get a treasure like a Fifth-grade Lotus Platform.

"It seems someone can't wait any longer and spread this news. Steward Fu, you should go back and rest!"

Su Chen said in a deep voice.

"Then this old servant will go back and rest!"

Steward Fu bowed to Su Chen and left the courtyard, holding an umbrella.

Watching Steward Fu's retreating figure, Su Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Is this a reminder, or something else?"

"Now is not the time to think about these things. Let me stir up this murky water first and see if any fish appear."

He directly extinguished the lamp in the room and slept in his clothes.

His mind was filled with thoughts of who to strike today.

According to Su Chen's previous memories.

Ling Tianhe had three trusted subordinates.

Jiang Chendong was one of them.

The other two were named Song Yuan and Lu Kang.

Jiang Chendong couldn't be killed for now, as he had just helped redeem Qin Lan from Yuchun Courtyard.

So, only Song Yuan and Lu Kang remained.

Among them, Song Yuan was not far from Su Chen's mansion.

"Don't blame me, blame yourself for being closest to me."

Su Chen murmured.

Elsewhere.

In the backyard of the Su mansion.

There were still lights on in the pavilion of the Second Madam, Shangguan Ziyun.

"Miss, news came from the black market saying that Su Mengbai had previously obtained a Fifth-grade Lotus Platform."

Xiao Lan said beside Shangguan Ziyun.

"A Fifth-grade Lotus Platform!"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Ziyun's expression darkened.

"Mobilize your men and find out who spread this news, and what Su Chen's reaction was when he returned?"

Shangguan Ziyun said coldly.

"After he returned, he stayed in the small courtyard room and didn't come out. Truly timid."

Xiao Lan said.

"He didn't come out? Su Chen, are you waiting for an opportunity?"

"But you have no strength, so waiting is useless."

"However, I really want to see how you get through this. If you can get through this, I will give you a chance to join the Holy Cult."

Shangguan Ziyun said in a deep voice.

Time passed bit by bit.

Lying on the bed.

Su Chen continued to practice the Vajra Primordial Force.

He needed to cultivate to the third level in the shortest possible time.

Soon, it was midnight.

Su Chen, who had been waiting, didn't see anyone.

However, after Su Chen waited for another hour with no activity, he got off the bed.

At this moment, the light rain outside was still falling.

Su Chen gently pushed open the window door, his body flashed, and he leaped out of the small courtyard.

Soon, Su Chen arrived at the mansion of Song Yuan, the steward of the Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower.

Outside the mansion, Su Chen, who had changed into black clothes, looked at the mansion before him.

He recalled the scene inside Song Yuan's mansion in his mind.

Song Yuan was one of the eighteen stewards of the Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower.

Before Su Chen went to the Mountain River Sect, he had been here a few times.

"That west wing room is Song Yuan's bedroom, let's check the west wing room first!"

Su Chen leaped into Song Yuan's courtyard.

Inside the mansion, it was very quiet, only the sound of the light rain could be heard.

Su Chen appeared in the west wing room according to his memory.

His body landed outside the west wing room.

He concentrated and listened intently.

A sleeping breath could be heard from inside the room.

"Here, good!"

A murderous intent appeared on Su Chen's face.

BOOM!

He directly smashed through the door of the wing room with a punch and rushed inside.

Inside the wing room.

Song Yuan, who was sleeping, heard the noise.

He sat up from the bed, grabbed a long saber by the bed.

"Who's there?"

He grunted and instantly slashed out with the long saber in his hand.

"The one who's here to take your life!"

Su Chen said coldly in a low voice.

He clenched his left arm into a fist, and an icy aura erupted from his palm, then he struck out with his palm.

His palm collided with the long saber, and the long saber quickly became covered in ice.

"So cold!"

Song Yuan, who had just struck out with his saber, exclaimed "So cold!"

The cold air on the long saber quickly spread to his body.

He only felt his heart pulse instantly stop.

THUD!

Then he fell stiffly to the ground.