At the street corner, the heavy rain poured down, streaks of bright red gradually fading and washing away… leaving only six bodies lying still, one with eyes wide open, glaring up at the heavens, a face full of unconcealed resentment.

Weaving around several turns, Jun Xie cautiously made his way back toward the Jun family estate.

The rain lashed down relentlessly, yet Jun Xie strode forward with relaxed indifference, making no attempt to shelter himself. Every trace of blood had been scoured clean from his body and face. Even if washed now, only a large, slightly darkened patch would remain, nothing to suggest it had once been the lifeblood of six sturdy men!

Moreover, against Jun Xie’s current strength, dealing with even one of them would have been a struggle; this was the blood of one Silver-rank master and five Ninth-grade Xuan practitioners!

Just as Jun Xie was about to step through the main gate of the Jun Residence, a tall, slender figure pierced through the thick curtain of rain, streaking across the sky like a signal flare. He arrived at the street corner in a flash, immediately spotting the six figures sprawled haphazardly on the ground. Utterly taken aback, he swept over in a long glide, lightly patting the six bodies to search them—finding nothing. He shot upright, his expression chillingly dark!

This person wore a strange mask, obscuring his features, yet his every movement was measured and supremely composed; grace in every action. With a whoosh, enveloped in a shimmering golden aura of Xuan energy, he shot straight up to a massive tree five zhang away, then with another powerful leap, he stood upon the treetop, surveying the surroundings. These two bounds were executed without the slightest disturbance, seemingly effortless.

A faint golden light flickered—he was undeniably a Gold-rank master!

His gaze, quick as lightning, sliced through the downpour, meticulously scanning the vast area. Suddenly, he dropped from the tree in a long swoop. In the torrential rain, he circled the six corpses once, then followed the direction where the traces of blood had dispersed, proceeding step by measured step. Though moving deliberately, his pace was actually swifter than that of an ordinary master exerting full effort while sprinting!

That direction led exactly where Jun Xie had departed from!

How incredibly meticulous this man was, to discern the correct path at a glance despite the heavy rain washing everything away!

Following the faint traces, the man navigated several turns, then abruptly halted, muttering a low curse. It turned out Jun Xie’s winding path had perfectly formed a loop; the mysterious Gold-rank master followed the circuitous route only to find himself back at his starting point...

“Who is it? Who could it be? Such profound calculation!” the man questioned himself quietly, tilting his head back to the sky, lost in thought. Who ruined my arrangement? Who could grasp this precise moment with such flawless accuracy? Who could possibly have insight into my plan? Who knew my intended course of action?!

The timing of this operation had been entirely spur-of-the-moment; even he hadn't known beforehand, and even this downpour was sudden! Therefore, the fault couldn't lie with his own people. But where exactly did the problem originate? Could it be…? This mysterious figure pondered deeply, dissecting every minute detail, even methodically casting suspicion upon and eliminating each person close to him...

This man was always profoundly calculating, maintaining control over everything, moving only after meticulous planning. His caution was absolute. Regarding an incident like today’s, even if beaten to death, he would never believe it was mere coincidence! Thus, he immediately settled into a preconceived notion: this must be a conspiracy orchestrated by an individual, organization, or family targeting him or his clan!

Extending from this premise, he was naturally light-years away from the truth!

This man could never have conceived that the entire affair was, in fact, an absolute coincidence! A truly fascinating one!

If that Silver-rank master hadn't revealed Jun Xie's trail, given Jun Xie’s character, he certainly wouldn't have sought conflict prematurely before his strength fully blossomed. If the Silver-rank master had encountered an ordinary person instead of Jun Xie, that person could have safely delivered the item. Or, if the pursuers had arrived just a moment sooner, given Jun Xie's current strength, he would certainly have been no match for them...

All these elements were coincidences, yet only through such confluence did the event unfold inevitably. How could worldly affairs ever align perfectly with human desires!

Although Jun Xie had coincidentally seized the item he desperately needed, Jun Xie himself had no idea what the object was or what its purpose might be!

Jun Xie’s venturing out this time was itself a coincidence. It was nearly the Mid-Autumn Festival of his past life. An autumn rain had stirred the only remaining vestiges of homesickness within him. In this other world, he had absolutely no one to share it with; there wasn't even a place resembling a bar from his previous life. Being despondent at home was even less suitable, and besides, Jun Xie didn't want anyone to see his vulnerable side. Thus, he had gone out intending only to drown his sorrows in drink. Unexpectedly, two sentences from that middle-aged man shattered his mood; the more he drank, the worse the wine tasted, until finally, it became utterly undrinkable. He scoffed at them twice and walked out.

His mind troubled, Jun Xie wandered the streets aimlessly; perhaps being soaked in the heavy rain would somehow soothe him.

And then, in a very "coincidental" manner, he encountered the scene before him!

Through a series of improbable coincidences, Jun Xie perfectly crossed paths with the group who had stolen the item from the Tang family and managed to escape. By sheer fortune, he overheard their conversation.

Jun Xie’s current power was insufficient; he had initially planned to just let it go. After all, the Jun Xie who had transmigrated held no particular affection for the Tang family; if their property was lost, he wouldn't care, and it was none of his business. But he hadn't anticipated that those fellows, looking like stray dogs, would actually discover him! This left Jun Xie with no option to retreat, especially since their power surpassed his own at present—fleeing ignominiously was out of the question.

Having no other recourse, Jun Xie was forced to utilize his hidden weapon techniques, leveraging the timely assistance of the weather, and then employing a ruse to strike down and kill the entire group! Since they were all dead, Jun Xie naturally didn't mind "casually" taking some items. Thus, this object, so precious to the mysterious man, fell into Jun Xie’s hands amidst a seemingly "infinite" chain of coincidences, as if intentional yet unintentional.

Each of these events, taken alone, was unremarkable, but piled together, the coincidence was staggering! The one who profited didn't understand how, and the one whose major plan was ruined remained utterly bewildered!

Such a string of coincidences seemed almost divinely ordained, with even the heavens sending down a deluge to enhance the mood—this truly could not be attributed to anything but fate, or perhaps a "coincidence" orchestrated by Heaven itself!

The mysterious man, seeing the situation reach this pass, was about to depart when he heard clamorous human voices approaching in a rush—the Tang family guards were mobilizing in force, sweeping toward the area. He couldn't help but sigh deeply. A golden light flashed, followed by six sharp pa-pa-pa sounds. The heads of the six men on the ground exploded in succession, making it impossible to discern their original features. With a flick of his sleeve, he shot into the rain curtain with a whoosh and vanished instantly.

When the Tang family men finally reached this street corner, they found only six corpses with burst skulls, and the item they needed to retrieve was long gone...

Jun Xie remained entirely unaware that, unintentionally, he had just sabotaged a crucial operation designed by the greatest enemy of his own Jun family, and had casually picked up the object that man treasured like a priceless jewel, much like collecting scrap. He actually felt aggrieved: I just wanted to stand in the rain, remember home, and savor the loneliness of nostalgia, but these damned people completely ruined the atmosphere! How frustrating...

Truly, nothing was going their way. He sought solace in drink only to encounter someone who couldn't recognize quality, mistaking utterly inferior swill for a peerless vintage—how pitiful and laughable! Then, stepping out to endure the rain only led to killing people...

What terrible luck. Jun Xie sighed up at the sky, touched the small bundle in his robes, and stepped through the gate of the Jun Residence.