[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star":3,"chapter-after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-chapter-50":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After Fifteen Years of Secret Cultivation, I Start as a Top-Grade Ultimate Peak!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2282158,4464,"Chapter 50: Torrential Rain Assassination","after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>“Master Song, do tell us—just how extraordinary is this prince who has wandered in a remote small town for fifteen years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang He squinted and asked; Song Shanyue frowned, pondering for a moment, then quickly shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhang He sneered and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Song is probably overthinking this—a twenty-year-old kid, how extraordinary could he possibly be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he a primordial expert? A master? A grand master? Could he even be a celestial?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang He casually adjusted his robes and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s natural for Master Song to be cautious, but don’t let fear turn every whisper into a threat. And… Master Song may not realize that those who want to kill that prince aren’t just us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Song Shanyue lifted his eyes to gaze at the young aristocrat, who continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are too many who hate the Great Li court. Some share our views—after all, such opportunities are rare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The rumor of the true and fake princes has spread throughout the martial world; countless eyes are fixed on this capital. If someone were now to cut off the true prince’s head and hang it high on the walls of Shangyang City, wouldn’t that bring great satisfaction?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I imagine even Emperor Yuanwu, though not heartbroken, would be half-dead with rage—hahahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang He spoke, he burst into loud laughter, as if merely imagining the scene filled him with immense delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shanyue remained silent, waiting until the laughter ceased before saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has already departed with Sun Changyu for the Tianjin Guard Headquarters. I cannot guarantee I can kill him, nor can I guarantee I will be the one to kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Zhang He’s youthful, pampered face turned cold and expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a rare opportunity. Master Song, even if you don’t think of yourself, think of your son—you must do your utmost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, Master Song, remember one thing: the process doesn’t matter. I care only about the result.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a low rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. Zhang He turned his head, gazing out through the latticed window, then smiled with a sinister twist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rain is coming—perfect timing for killing, Master Song. Don’t delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Zhang He tucked his hands behind his head and pushed open the door, muttering curses as he shouted he was going to find his uncle, the Vice Minister of Revenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shanyue watched the retreating figure, his gaze dark. He slammed his palm onto the desk behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, the desk crumbled soundlessly into dust. Soon after, the entire hall fell utterly silent—empty, devoid of any person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire capital’s sky churned with dark clouds, as if shrouded by a vast black cloth. Li Muxian’s carriage rolled along streets growing increasingly deserted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lightning bolt slashed through the heavens like a sword, instantly bleaching the street before them white, followed by a deafening thunderclap as if shattering heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense raindrops began pelting the carriage roof with a patter. The few pedestrians on the road scattered in panic, sprinting toward the eaves of nearby shops to take shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the heavens seemed to burst open—rain poured down in torrents, wind howled, slanting the rain, and shop banners beside the street swayed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Muxian sat listlessly inside the still-moving carriage, wheels churning up great sprays of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-bustling Changjie was now eerily empty under the storm’s fury, filled only with the sound of rain and rolling thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the carriage turned into a quieter alley, Sun Changyu, the grand eunuch who had been resting with closed eyes, suddenly snapped them open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Li Muxian, who appeared oblivious, and said gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s killing intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he flashed forward like a red swallow darting through a window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, the grand eunuch spun mid-air in the rain and landed lightly atop the lead horse’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the coachman instantly understood. He yanked the reins hard, bringing the galloping steed to a sudden halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached beneath the seat and pulled out a long knife wrapped in oilcloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick, the oilcloth shattered into fragments. The coachman seized the hilt and sprang upright, the blade’s tip flashing with lethal coldness—murderous intent surging forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, as if etched into his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, the only sound was the roar of rain striking shop eaves and cobblestones. Thick mist rose several feet high, blurring all distant and nearby shapes within the curtain of rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand eunuch and the coachman stood motionless, both radiating true qi. The rain in the heavens seemed to part around them, their robes untouched by a single drop of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a lone figure slowly emerged from the pouring rain ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a conical hat and a straw cloak, holding a bamboo cane that tapped the ground with a steady “tap-tap,” piercing through the noise of the downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the carriage, two men in blue robes rode large horses, galloping through splashing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when they were several zhang away did they halt with a long, piercing neigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two masked black-clad figures suddenly leapt from behind the shops lining the street, their movements slicing through the rain with a whistling wind, landing silently atop the rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And each one is a grand master of martial arts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman’s voice, hoarse and dull, spoke. His gaze was shadowed. Grand Eunuch Sun Changyu’s face was dark as if dripping ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing atop the horse, he scanned the five figures and barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the capital of Great Li. I advise you to retreat now—don’t bring ruin upon yourselves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soft, chilling voice pierced the dense rain, echoing within a ten-zhang radius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a cold, icy true qi surged outward, whipping the rain into a violent wave that crashed toward the five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the five remained unmoved. The powerful force, capable of overturning the carriage, vanished harmlessly before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No rush. Before you die, I must let you know who killed you—otherwise, it would be a waste that I spent half a month braving wind and rain, traveling so far with these old bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man in the straw cloak coughed, lifting his weathered, spotted face slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words seemed to be accepted by the other four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two masked figures on the rooftops said nothing, merely nodding slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the two blue-robed swordsmen laughed loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killing the emperor’s son in this capital is a feat that will make one famous throughout the martial world. If we don’t leave our names, wouldn’t that waste such a fine opportunity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than the other blue-robed swordsman coldly declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember: Those who kill you are the Two Heroes of the West Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-20T01:43:38.503Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0ff58da20e71a8e570ef7e877aa360dd1760e4f43ec21b6ef4057498e61878a6","after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-chapter-51","after-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-chapter-49",259,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-fifteen-years-of-secret-cultivation-i-star-cover.jpg"]