While his mind wandered, Eagle Bobeng turned his back to the black-clad masked man, finding relief in not having to see him.

"Just for a few moves of a fledgling's sparring techniques, to be so utterly obsessed as to risk descending into madness! Practicing against mere shrimp day in and day out—is that truly how one masters the path of a Grandmaster?"

The black-clad masked man muttered to himself, "There are only seventeen moves in total... and they aren't even connected; how utterly pathetic, what a disgrace. And yet, he actually dares to call himself one of the Eight Supreme Elders? Truly shameful."

Hearing this, Eagle Bobeng’s body, which had been turned away, spun back like a whirlwind, his eagle eyes blazing: "Sir, you—what did you just say?"

"What did I say? I said you don't know how to cultivate!" The black-clad masked man rolled his eyes. "The saying goes, 'A hundred birds stretch their wings, the eagle soars through the vast heavens, traversing the world with ten thousand transformations.' How could that possibly be summarized in your meager few moves? You haven't grasped it completely; you’re only half-understanding. You imitate the soaring eagle, but end up like a common fly. Naturally, you can't unleash its true power! And for such a trivial thing, you managed to put yourself in such a wretched state—isn't that both pitiable and ridiculous? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Although the masked man's tone had become even harsher this time, every single word struck heavily against Eagle Bobeng’s heart. At this moment, the Grand Elder Eagle had not the slightest inclination to retort; instead, he felt as if a massive, exquisitely delicious pie had fallen from the heavens, striking him senseless.

"I beg for your guidance, Senior!" Eagle Bobeng bowed respectfully. In his mind, only a true master, a Senior expert, could point out his flaws! In this moment, Eagle Bobeng completely shed his arrogance.

"Go cool off to the side first. After I’ve healed him, I’ll instruct you a couple of things. Then we can discuss how worthwhile that little trick of yours really is," the masked man snorted dismissively.

"Yes!" Eagle Bobeng sat down, utterly convinced, scanning the surroundings for any disturbance, effectively taking on the role of a guardian.

Only then did the masked man calmly squat down, letting out two extremely satisfied hums. He then grasped Hai Chenfeng's wrist again and began circulating his internal energy.

The Eight Supreme Elders! Who else would dare lecture them until they acted like grandsons? Hmph, I dare! And after I lecture them, they still have to respect me! What is a true master? I am the master!

The black-clad masked man was, naturally, the great young master Jun Moxie, the great expert!

Truth be told, Hai Chenfeng's injuries were indeed severe, and in the context of this world, they could certainly be deemed beyond medical help, irreversible. However, compared to the world-creating, heaven-seizing efficacy of Jun Moxie's Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong, Hai Chenfeng's injuries were far less severe than what Jun Wuyi had endured previously! This was because his injuries were mostly fresh wounds, and primarily physical trauma. In comparison, they were certainly easier to treat than Third Master Jun’s chronic ailments.

Of course, if Jun Moxie hadn't intervened, anyone else, even if all Eight Supreme Elders gathered, would have been utterly helpless (mo zai yang - Cantonese slang for "no way!").

Great Expert Jun activated the Hong Jun Pagoda with practiced ease. Rich spiritual energy surged out, flowing through the Great Young Master’s palms and into Hai Chenfeng's meridians, painstakingly repairing the severed pathways, re-establishing the connections of profound energy, and gently nourishing the damaged Dantian...

Hai Chenfeng’s deathly pale face slowly regained color, a trace of ruddy complexion appearing. He let out a low groan, weakly opening his eyes to look at the black-masked man before him, his gaze filled with genuine gratitude.

This gratitude wasn't solely for saving his life; the key was how satisfying it had been to watch this Senior discipline Eagle Bobeng just now! Even a man on the verge of death like Hai Chenfeng felt a rush of satisfaction in his chest! Retribution!

Alas, he wouldn't have this chance in his lifetime!

At this moment, he felt a vast, continuous, profound force slowly flowing into his meridians. His entire system, which had lost function and was nearly shattered, instantly burst forth with renewed vigor! Such magnificent energy—even his master, Supreme Azure, didn't possess such cultivation!

This was simply a miracle?!

Hai Chenfeng's look towards Jun Moxie instantly shifted from gratitude to awe! He wondered who this Senior, who had reached such heights of attainment, truly was. As a Xuan practitioner, to cultivate to this level was truly both respectable and terrifying!

Hearing Hai Chenfeng’s groan, Eagle Bobeng turned in surprise and his eyes immediately widened.

Self-detonating the Dantian, burning one's entire vital essence into a single strike—this type of mutual destruction (yu shi ju fen) had always been considered a fatal injury on the Xuan Xuan Continent! Yet, what lay before Eagle Bobeng was Hai Chenfeng’s breathing, gradually stabilizing. Even a blind man could tell that while Hai Chenfeng’s injuries were still extremely severe, his life was absolutely no longer in danger! Furthermore, he was progressing toward the most ideal outcome; at the current rate, it was believed that soon, the cultivation he had completely lost might also have a chance of recovery.

There existed such an unparalleled, divine cultivation method in this world!

From the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy filling the air, Eagle Bobeng 'clearly' felt the terrifying, extreme strength of the black-masked man before him! Even one of the Eight Supreme Elders couldn't help but inwardly click his tongue: Thank the heavens I didn't act rashly earlier. If I had lost my temper and fought him, wouldn't I be the one lying on the ground like Hai Chenfeng now? I am truly so lucky!

Eagle Bobeng, usually bold and reckless, now broke out in a cold sweat.

Too... astonishing! With such terrifying power, perhaps even Yun Biechen didn't possess this level of ability?

Eagle Bobeng recalled the one time he had met Yun Biechen and secretly made a comparison. The result of that comparison nearly made Eagle Bobeng cry out in shock.

Because he could clearly discern that when compared to the immense aura emanating from the black-masked man now, the abilities Yun Biechen displayed then were simply not on the same tier! Even if it wasn't comparing a small stream to a vast ocean, it was at least a river compared to a boundless sea!

He believed that no matter how much Yun Biechen had improved over the years, he could never reach the level of this black-masked man!

Cold sweat poured down Eagle Bobeng’s forehead.

Eagle Bobeng was stunned, and Hai Chenfeng was filled with admiration. Neither of them realized that the person involved, the Great Young Master Jun, the great expert, was actually in a crisis of his own.

Because just as the spiritual energy surged forth, and while there was still a moment left before completely mending Hai Chenfeng’s meridians, the spiritual energy suddenly began to surge wildly for unknown reasons. Simultaneously, a sound like a massive gong booming in the heavens exploded within his mind. In an instant, he felt dizzy and disoriented, as if floating in the void, completely unattached to heaven or earth, alone across the expanse of eternity!

A sudden, ethereal sense of loneliness washed over him.

The flow of energy within his meridians seemed to come alive, circulating automatically like a raging tide, like the waves of the great sea or the surging currents of the Yangtze River—each wave stronger, fiercer, and more imposing than the last!

Jun Moxie inwardly cursed, "This is bad!"

He had been eagerly anticipating a breakthrough for over a month. By rushing and pushing himself, he had actually arrived at the cusp of a breakthrough at such a critical juncture...

The turmoil in his mind intensified. The Hong Jun Pagoda flew up spontaneously, emitting ten thousand rays of light, a thousand streams of auspicious color, dazzling and impossible to look at directly!

An immense gravitational pull enveloped all of Jun Moxie’s spiritual consciousness from every direction, pulling him violently. Having experienced this once before, the Great Young Master naturally knew what this meant. With a thought, he instantly withdrew his spiritual power.

Hai Chenfeng convulsed, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Eagle Bobeng felt the abnormal fluctuation in the energy field and opened his eyes in surprise.

Jun Moxie struggled to maintain control and slowly said, "I have stabilized his injuries; for now, his life is not in danger. However, to achieve full healing will require several more sessions of my conditioning. But I have an urgent matter to attend to immediately."

"This..." Eagle Bobeng’s eyebrows shot up, his expression showing suspicion.

"Old Eagle, you take him. You can head to the Jun Family residence in Tianxiang City and find my apprentice, the Third Young Master of the Jun Family, Jun Moxie. Have him condition this lad first. He has received my complete teachings. Besides his current lower cultivation level, injuries like this are no longer difficult for him to handle! Within three months at most, this boy will recover!"

Eagle Bobeng nodded.

"As for you, regarding techniques and moves, I have already passed them to Jun Moxie. If you wish to fully master your Azure Eagle maneuvers, go find him. I have no interest in dawdling with you. His temper is not as easy-going as mine, so if you want to learn the moves, try to be patient!" Jun Moxie finished speaking with a facade of authority, already feeling the intense turmoil surging in his mind—the breakthrough was imminent!

"Remember, absolutely do not let anyone know the connection between me and the Jun Family! Hmph!" It wasn't an explicit warning, but simply stating it, accompanied by a snort, conveyed the inviolable will of this mysterious powerhouse.

"Jun Moxie?" Eagle Bobeng murmured the name once. When he looked up again, he realized that this extremely mysterious black-clad masked man had vanished right before his eyes...

"What swift movement!" Eagle Bobeng sucked in a sharp breath, his longing for the Eagle cultivation technique the mysterious expert had mentioned growing even stronger.

The Jun Family. Right, I'll go there immediately.

Grabbing Hai Chenfeng, Eagle Bobeng’s face darkened: "Kid, after your wounds heal, you are not to mention today's events to anyone, do you understand? If even a tiny bit leaks out, I’ll skin you alive!"

Hai Chenfeng was still terribly weak, his breath shallow: "Regarding this Senior, I absolutely won't mention a single word."

"What do you mean by that?" Eagle Bobeng suddenly stopped in his tracks, his long hair seeming to fly wildly upwards: "Are you saying you plan to expose what happened with me?"

"I didn't say that." Hai Chenfeng grunted twice, inwardly despising his so-called 'martial uncle.' He committed a shameful act and then forbade others from speaking of it, yet acted so arrogantly—what kind of logic was that? Why didn't he dare act so arrogantly toward that Senior just now? Having strength is truly the key!

"That's exactly what you mean!" Eagle Bobeng was domineering. "You saw clearly what happened today. If you say you were beaten by me and used the self-destruction move, it will raise suspicion from everyone. And not just anyone can save you after that. Once suspicion arises, it will inevitably lead back to this Senior. You could feel it too—even if your master and I combined, we might not be able to afford offending this master; hmph, hmph, you figure it out for yourself."

For the all-seeing Supreme Elder Eagle Bobeng to utter the phrase, "Even if your master, Supreme Azure Meng Hongchen, and I combined, we might not be able to afford offending him," showed the extent of the shock Jun the Great Expert had inflicted upon him!