Young Master Jun was a man of his word. With an effortless Dun technique, he slipped unseen into a tailor shop, snatched a long robe, slipped it on, and casually hung the torn remnant of his previous garment on a rack before continuing his ghost-like retreat toward the Jun residence.

It could only be said that Young Master Jun’s cultivation was not yet absolute; had his power been sufficient, he could have employed the Yin-Yang Dun directly back to the Jun estate. If he could manage that, never mind wearing a scrap of cloth, he wouldn't have cared if he had arrived completely naked!

The Jun family was thrown into an uproar!

Not just the Jun family, but the steward who was lodging with them was also in an uproar—no, "excited" was the more fitting term!

For one of the Eight Great Supremes, the Prairie Eagle Divine, Ying Bokong, to suddenly grace the Jun residence—what an immense honor this was!

Which ordinary secular family could boast such distinction?!

Upon arriving at the Jun residence, Ying Bokong announced his name forthrightly and stated his purpose, though he tactfully omitted his actual intention, instead framing his visit as a request to treat Hai Chenfeng.

The Eight Great Supremes were, after all, the Eight Great Supremes. Seeking guidance was one thing, but for the great Supreme Ying to admit publicly that he had come to seek instruction from a mere boy—that was simply something Supreme Ying could not bring himself to utter.

The entire Jun household was shocked. Elder Jun Zhantian and Jun Wuyi rushed out simultaneously to greet him, respectfully ushering in the swaggering Ying Bokong and the half-dead Hai Chenfeng.

Upon hearing that the Third Young Master of the Jun family, Jun Moxie, had not yet returned, Ying Bokong magnanimously declared that it was no matter. He settled in to savor the Jun family's fine tea, engaging Elder Jun in casual, flowing small talk and pleasantries.

Jun Zhantian, having navigated countless battles and being one of the foremost figures in the Imperial Court, was certainly accustomed to grand occasions, and his composure was naturally superb. After the initial shock subsided, he quickly regained his equilibrium, chatting with Ying Bokong about everything under the sun with remarkable ease and naturalness.

Elder Jun subtly signaled to Jun Wuyi: "Wuyi, go check on Moxie. If he’s back, tell him to hurry over immediately. Saving a life is like fighting a fire; there can be no delay."

The Elder’s true intention was this: Ying Bokong’s unannounced visit for medical help must mean he was certain his grandson could provide the cure. True, that treasured grandson of his had indeed cured his son's long-standing chronic illness, but he hadn't displayed any medical skills since. What if—just in case—he couldn't meet Ying Bokong's demands? That would be disastrous.

Thus, he sent Jun Wuyi to wait by the gate. When Jun Moxie arrived, he could first be briefed on the situation. If he lacked absolute certainty, he absolutely must not treat the patient rashly.

However, Ying Bokong’s arrival solved a long-standing dilemma weighing on the minds of Elder Jun Zhantian and Jun Wuyi.

"It was the master of the Third Young Master Jun who instructed this old man to come." Hearing this, neither Jun Zhantian nor Jun Wuyi showed any surprise, thinking to themselves: Just as we suspected!

They had long suspected that the boy had a mysterious and exceptionally powerful master, yet the young man was notoriously tight-lipped and had never let anything slip. Now it was clear—such a person truly existed, and a profoundly formidable one at that. No wonder that boy dared to disregard the Blood Soul Manor and acted with such brazen zeal; his true foundation lay here.

Moreover, Elder Jun sensed from Ying Bokong’s words that Jun Moxie’s master was extraordinarily mighty. That single phrase, “He instructed me to come…” revealed volumes!

What sort of person was Ying Bokong? He was recognized as one of the Eight Great Supremes, an ultimate figure at the pinnacle of this world. Who could instruct him? Who was worthy of instructing him?!

So, who could this person be? The answer was self-evident!

Furthermore, when Ying Bokong mentioned Jun Moxie’s master earlier, his tone had been remarkably respectful. This sent Jun Zhantian and Jun Wuyi’s imaginations soaring: Ying Bokong was famous for his arrogance. To earn such deference, perhaps even Li Jue Tian, another of the Eight Great Supremes, couldn't achieve it!

Then, who in this current era was more formidable than Li Jue Tian, and someone who commanded the deepest respect?

Surely, it must be the foremost of the Eight Great Supremes, Yun Biechen! No wonder! With Yun Biechen backing him, it makes sense Jun Moxie doesn't fear Li Jue Tian. In front of Yun Biechen, Li Jue Tian is nothing...

This boy kept his secrets well, secretly becoming the disciple of Yun Biechen, the leader of the Eight Great Supremes. Though, I’ve never heard that Yun Biechen possessed superior medical arts. Hmm, perhaps true masters conceal their skills...

The Elder and the Third Master had no idea that while Supreme Ying might readily admit being inferior to Yun Biechen in skill, he certainly didn't grant him respect. In fact, given Ying Bokong’s extreme self-regard, he arrogantly believed that once his unique profound technique reached completion, that day would be when he challenged Yun Biechen for the title of the world’s foremost expert!

Thus, both Supreme Ying and the Elder allowed a slight, knowing smile to cross their lips, a silent understanding passing between them: Haha, have some tea, have some tea. In reality, neither of them was thinking about the same thing at all!

Just then, Guan Dongliu heard the commotion and came to pay respects. Seeing that it was indeed Ying Bokong, one of the Eight Great Supremes, personally gracing the Jun manor, he secretly wiped a bead of cold sweat. So the Jun family had such a powerful backer as Ying Bokong; now it made sense. Blood Soul Manor was merely an organization, and with Li Jue Tian absent year-round, it only operated under his name. Thank goodness he had acted on impulse later and made that life-or-death choice; otherwise, if he had truly been drawn into the conflict, caught between Blood Soul Manor on one side and the Prairie Eagle God and the Jun family on the other, how could his humble steward possibly afford to offend either party?

It seemed the family head had been quite wise after all, choosing to align with the side possessing formidable strength. His position had never wavered... Sweat. He sweated profusely as varied thoughts raced through their minds, yet each person was convinced their own deduction was correct. Each one had wholeheartedly claimed the mantle of "Divine Strategy and Wonderful Calculation" for themselves, brimming with self-satisfaction and confidence.

And so, host and guest enjoyed themselves immensely.

It was precisely when conversation in the main hall was at its most fervent that Jun Moxie returned home. Except for Ying Bokong, who was somewhat quiet, everyone else seemed unusually spirited.

Jun Wuyi grabbed his nephew’s wrist: "Where have you been fooling around? The Prairie Eagle God is here looking for you—do you even know? Do you really know medicine?"

Jun Moxie was anxious to get back to his small courtyard to put on an inner shirt... He was still completely bare underneath at this point.

"It’s fine, let him wait. I'll go see him after I change my clothes." Jun Moxie tried to hurry away.

Jun Wuyi grabbed him: "Change what clothes? This outfit looks clean enough! Go now!" Half-dragging, half-shoving, half-driving, he unceremoniously hauled the "bare-chested" Young Master Jun into the main hall.

"So it's you!" Ying Bokong lifted his gaze and immediately recognized him. The youth who had brewed that Heaven-Grade fine wine was none other than the disciple of the mysterious master—the Third Young Master of the Jun family. A sense of delight washed over him: So we are old acquaintances, and this young man is someone I deeply respect. This young man doesn't seem the type to be difficult to reason with. Now all my problems are solved!

"Tell me, boy, bring me two jars of that wine right now! You truly put me through it. After drinking your wine, how can any other alcohol pass my lips? Now that I’ve found you, everything is settled!" Thinking of the exquisite wine, Ying Bokong almost drooled, forgetting the main business entirely.

"Ten thousand taels per jar! To drink my wine, bring silver first. No haggling accepted!" Jun Moxie’s statement stunned Elder Jun and Guan Dongliu who stood nearby. Both were men who had seen the world and possessed true courage, yet upon hearing the Young Master’s words, the Family Head Guan nearly collapsed in fright, and Elder Jun, though stronger, his face also contorted.

They simultaneously lamented inwardly: This is one of the Eight Great Supremes! How can you be so tactless, child? His approval of your wine is a tremendous favor. You should be seizing this chance to build a good relationship, yet you dare demand an astronomical price! What audacity!

What if he was angered?

Completely contrary to both their expectations, Supreme Ying was not offended in the slightest. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Damn it! You even dare demand money from this old man! You are truly one of a kind in this world!"

He laughed for a moment before saying: "This old man has some money, but certainly not enough. Can I owe you for now? Tonight, I’ll go rob a few wealthy households, snatch a few hundred thousand taels of silver, and let this old man drink his fill first! Is it acceptable to owe you for now?!"

Everyone broke into a cold sweat! This was one of the Eight Great Supremes, acting like a common robber going after plunder?

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. Besides refusing haggling, my small enterprise deals only in cash transactions—no credit, no debt. Please excuse me." Jun Moxie showed absolutely no inclination to compromise, his tone even turning demanding: "If you have no silver, then not even the Heavenly King himself can buy a drop!"

Young Master Jun was utterly self-assured. He held the trump cards: this old man came seeking his secret techniques, and he was asking this young master to treat his unworthy junior martial nephew. Now he wanted to acquire wine from him too?

These were three separate matters! How could he let him off without paying some price? Was there any fairness left in the world?!

Ying Bokong’s face fell, displaying a hint of pleading. Suddenly, his eyebrows shot up, and he roared: "If you anger me, I’ll... I’ll go out and rob someone! Don't you regret it!"

"I won't see you out!" Jun Moxie drawled nonchalantly: "Turn left outside, walk straight for seven hundred steps, then turn right. That is the headquarters of the Empire's wealthiest family, the Murong Clan. They have plenty of silver there. I suggest you start there; if you can't carry it all, you certainly won't lack for any. If you think that target is too tough to crack, you can choose to turn right outside and walk straight without turning until you see a very vulgar gold-lacquered gate—that is the residence of the Minister of Revenue. They also have an abundance of silver there. Hurry up and go rob them. Besides, the mansions of several Imperial Princes are in that vicinity, too. Even the farthest wealthy residence won't be too far."

"I welcome you back from your robbery," Jun Moxie said with a slight smile: "Elder Ying, let me congratulate you; just one such raid would net you enough wine to last three lifetimes. You could not only drink to your heart’s content, but you’d even have enough to bathe in my wine every day!"

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