The sound of rain hitting the umbrella was audible, and the soaked Bian Weikang turned his head, seeing a woman with an umbrella approaching, twisting a bead of Sandalwood Gold Illumination in her hand, her cloak and skirt hem already drenched by the rain.

From her silhouette alone, he recognized who it was. As she approached, the captivating face under her hat was unmistakable—it was indeed Xiang Laner.

A warmth instantly filled his heart, and he hastily said, "Why have you run here? The rain is too heavy, go back quickly."

Xiang Laner sheltered him under her umbrella, letting a good part of her body get soaked in the rain, and reached out to support him, "My lord, never mind that, we don't have to rely on anyone, we can live on our own."

Just because of her gesture like this, Bian Weikang's nose felt sore, and he was even more unwilling to let her suffer with him. He considered each additional day she suffered because of him a sin of his own. Right away, he brushed off her support, "It is only right for a son to kneel before his parents. It's okay, go back first, quickly go back, please!"

Seeing that he insisted on such, Xiang Laner stood up, folded up her umbrella to allow the rain to drench her, and, under Bian Weikang's astonished gaze, knelt down beside him, side by side in kneel, placing the folded umbrella to one side.

Bian Weikang exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."

He hurriedly reached out to pull her arm, trying to lift her up.

Xiang Laner brushed away the support, "I cannot bear to see my lord suffer alone. We are one, if my lord kneels, I shall kneel with him."

Hearing her words, Bian Weikang's mouth trembled, deeply touched that he had not misjudged her, the tears in his eyes mixed with the rainwater. Suddenly, he shouted loudly up the mountain, "Father, Mother, your son was wrong, your son has come to see you, woo woo..."

He knocked his head on the steps, sobbing and wailing bitterly.

The two disciples guarding the mountain gate under the archway sighed upon seeing this, yet could do nothing.

The heavy rain did not continue without cease, gradually easing quite a bit.

At both ends of a street, several carts blocked the exits, only allowing pedestrians to exit, temporarily preventing more people from entering.

As the street cleared of pedestrians, a carriage started to drive from one end to the other at a steady pace. Approaching the Anle Building inn, someone alighted from the back of the carriage and walked under the eaves, taking shelter from the rain while walking alongside the side of the Anle Building.

Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang were still not over the novelty of the city rain; they stood under the eaves, enjoying the changes the heavy or light rain brought to the city. Everywhere dots of rain met the light was sparkling, a sight that made both of their senses very comfortable.

"Eh, Chun Tian, the rain has lessened, and it seems like the pedestrians on the road have disappeared," Wu Jinliang remarked curiously, burping from the alcohol, a jug in his hand.

Previously, one of the inn's attendants casually leaned against the doorframe and said, "With such refined taste, you should have a drink to enhance the mood."

Thus, the two decided to make the most of the night, asking the attendant to bring out two jugs of liquor. In the middle of the long bench, they also placed a plate of roasted, crispy insect eggs. Good times with money, leisure, and fine wine were truly worlds apart from the Land of Exile.

However, Wu Jinliang's comment did catch Shi Chun's attention. He looked towards both ends of the street and just happened to see a carriage approaching. He waved his jug of wine at the carriage, signaling that, yes, someone was indeed coming.

Wu Jinliang saw it too, and with a burp, he chuckled and reached between the two to pinch a crispy insect egg the size of a chickpea, seasoned with salt and pepper, and chewed it contentedly, followed by a gulp of wine, savoring the taste.

The carriage outside the Anle Building didn't stop; however, the curtain was slightly moved, stretching out a scarred hand from within.

The two brothers noticed this as well, and before they could react to what was happening, they saw the hand throw out two yellow streaks towards them.

Having experienced similar situations before, even without clearly seeing what the yellow streaks were, the image of an immobilization charm flashed through their minds.

The slightly tipsy feeling instantly dissipated, and they instinctively tried to leap away to evade. But the distance was too close, and they couldn't avoid in time, and what they feared came to pass. Even before the talisman hit them, a sense of invisible delay had already enveloped them.

They knew all too well what this feeling was—it was an unforgettable sensation that tormented them for life. Wu Jinliang cursed in his heart; damn it, someone had used an immobilization charm on them again!

The two just couldn't understand; in the Land of Exile, that was one thing, but in the outside world, their cultivations were worth nothing. Was an expensive item like the immobilization charm really necessary to deal with two nobodies like them? Whether their lives were worth more than a single talisman was even debatable.

Even the intended victims themselves felt it was not worth using such expensive items on them.

They had barely lifted their behinds off the bench when they were completely immobilized, frozen in place.

The bright and lovely world that was once shining everywhere had, in their eyes, become incredibly ferocious in an instant.

The carriage maintained its steady speed and drove past them.

The hand that stretched out from the carriage window quickly retracted, as if nothing had happened. As the carriage passed the entrance of the inn, even the attendant watching from the counter inside didn't notice anything amiss. Unaware, the attendant didn't know that the two people sitting outside watching the scene had already met with trouble.

He looked up briefly, then continued to bury his head in a picture book, a book of drawings featuring men and women hugging each other.

After the carriage had passed, the person walking along under the eaves approached the Anle Building quickly. Reaching near the two men on the bench, he flicked his hand, and a dagger from his sleeve landed in his palm.

As he approached Shi Chun and his companion, he raised the dagger in his hand, with Shi Chun bearing the brunt of it, the sharp edge of the dagger already level with Shi Chun's neck.

The corner of the assassin's mouth subconsciously curved into a fierce smile, a precursor to taking a life. The following steps flashed through his mind quickly: slash the throats of the two targets, then leave from the outside of Anle Building and immediately catch up with the carriage ahead, diving inside to swiftly make his escape. The carriages blocking the road at both ends would also quickly disperse, vanishing into the rainy night.

As for the two immobilized by the immobilization charm, even with their throat cut, they wouldn't be able to struggle, only to sit to their deaths here in silence.

In this rainy night, not even the sound of blood dripping to the ground would be heard, no one would witness their dying moments, and no one would be alerted.

After all, this was a city, a place teeming with people, which naturally had its own rules, where causing chaos publicly was inappropriate.

And this assassination plan was also devised based on the situation on the scene that was scouted in advance.

The cost of the two high-grade immobilization charms was not small, hence the assassination came at no small price. But there was no other way; when the task to deal with the two targets was handed down from above, there was no way to provide the exact strength of the two targets.

Not everyone could have the strength like Feng Chi and his group to extend their hands into the Land of Exile to investigate the details of the two. Shi Chun and his companion had just come out from the Land of Exile, and the information that had spread about them was scant. For most people, the ability to investigate in a short period of time couldn't keep up.

They only knew that the two had just come out from the Land of Exile, and logically, their cultivation should mostly still be in the Initial Martial Realm, but who could guarantee there would be no exceptions?

They needed to kill the two while causing the least possible disturbance, yet not knowing the strengths of the two, the best method was to use immobilization charms.

And so, this meticulously planned assassination operation was set into motion.

Just as the assassin moved to act, while vigilantly checking his surroundings to ensure no one saw, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed the target of the assassination seemed to have moved.

His subconscious reaction was, how is that possible?

He then realized with certainty that they had moved, as someone suddenly grabbed his wrist, startling him. He was about to use magic to break free when he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and his inner strength suddenly felt like air being let out of a balloon.

He violently turned to look down and saw that indeed, his wrist had been tightly grabbed by the primary target. In the target's hand, a dagger had suddenly appeared, mercilessly plunging into his own rib cage.

The target acted too decisively, filling him with panic and confusion. How could this be happening, didn't they want to take a prisoner to question?

He knew he was finished!

In fact, what Shi Chun held was not a dagger, but a short knife, which, of course, wasn't much different in size.

It was the one he always carried close to his body, which he used to keep strapped to his thigh under the crotch in the Land of Exile. Once on the outside where he had to wear pants for extended periods, it became inconvenient to always untie his belt, so he placed it in his sleeve for convenience, and now it came into use in an instant.

The reason the murderer couldn't tell it was a knife rather than a dagger was that, apart from the handle, the entire blade was fiercely stabbed into the assassin's rib cage.

"Go to hell!" Wu Jinliang roared as he sprung up almost in unison.

He tore off the immobilization charm and instinctively grabbed his weapon, sweeping it across in an arc.

These two brothers had always been on their toes, particularly so after coming out of the Land of Exile. Their vigilance wasn't that poor, and they always had their weapons at their side. Wu Jin's large knife was positioned just behind him, ready to be snatched up in a moment's notice.

The knife swept out like a door panel, indeed a big fellow, the wind it fanned could blow a person away, sweeping over Shi Chun's head who was still half-sitting on the stool.

The strength of the assassin was formidable, at least his cultivation far surpassed the brothers'. Despite suffering a fatal wound and his physical and mana quickly draining away, a flick of his hand still allowed him to easily shake free of Shi Chun's grip.

However, his face didn't manage to escape Wu Jinliang's abrupt strike. With a loud thud, he closed his eyes to a solid hit, and his entire body was smashed flying into the middle of the street, with blood spurting from the wound in his ribs.

In a normal circumstance, such a blow could flatten a man's head, but here, the man managed to hold on with magic, only to fall to the ground with a shake of his head. Then, with one hand clutching his bleeding ribs, his eyes full of panic, he struggled to climb up on the slippery wet ground.

Wu Jinliang cursed himself for his hasty attack, otherwise, he could have beheaded the man with a single stroke.

The two brothers, once they acted, it was a matter of life and death, either yours or mine, especially when they saw the opponent gravely wounded.

With the courage of their convictions, there was no reasoning to let go!

After the initial strike, Wu Jinliang leapt forward with a burst of speed, pulling his knife up from under the eaves, lunging into the rain, ready to slash down from mid-air in fury, only to see the assassin's staggering form fling a dagger in his direction. He quickly drew his knife back for cover, his entire body hiding remarkably behind the large blade.

Another loud clang resounded, with sparks flying off the blade of the knife.

Even after being seriously wounded, the attacker managed to strike with such force that it knocked Wu Jinliang back along with his weapon.

Below, however, another figure rushed forward—Shi Chun had drawn his knife and launched an attack.

The two brothers, one in the air and one on the ground, knowing the strength of their foe, didn't retreat an inch, each wielding their knives to break through the rainy night, vowing a fight to the death with their enemy!

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