Ying Bokong was utterly stunned, mouth agape—what kind of person was this? Everyone present, save for those two, mirrored his astonishment, their eyeballs practically dropping onto the floor!

These were the Eight Supreme Beings, yet how could Young Master Jun speak to him this way, and the Supreme Being actually take it without losing his temper? What in the world was going on?

This world had gone completely mad, hadn't it?! “Forget it, this old man can’t stoop that low; if you won’t drink, you won’t drink.

It’s just a cup of lousy wine, can’t I just quit? Will I die if I don’t drink it!” Ying Bokong collapsed into a chair with a disgruntled slump, his face clearly broadcasting the sentiment: I actually really wanted to drink it...

“I heard you came looking for me today?” Jun Mowu chuckled, “What’s the matter?” “Your old undying master sent me to find you; told me to get you to heal this fellow, and there were a few other trivial matters to discuss when you have time.” Ying Bokong’s casual use of ‘old undying master’ nearly made Jun Mo Xie choke on his own breath. “You should know by now, I never rise early without a profit; I never do anything without some benefit.” Jun Mo Xie shook his head dismissively, looking utterly unimpressed, “Why should I heal him?” “Your master insisted!” Ying Bokong felt a surge of frustration.

He was beginning to understand what that ‘Mysterious Expert’ meant when he said, “My apprentice has a bad temper.” “Then why didn’t you have him treat him? Why seek me out?

He is who he is, and I am me. Why should I obey him?” Jun Mowu rolled his eyes, “If he tells me to heal someone, I must?

Then where’s my dignity?” Ying Bokong stared, speechless. He had truly never encountered such an utterly unique disciple!

In this world, the hierarchy of Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Kin, and Teacher dictated that the ‘Teacher’ held the foremost position among the Five Constants. When a master commanded a disciple to handle a task, the disciple was expected to risk their very life attempting it, regardless of success!

Besides, who was Jun Da Shao’s master? He was a ‘Predecessor Expert’ whom even Grand Supreme Ying admired to the point of prostrating himself!

Any other person would treat such a master like a deity and worship him daily. Yet, this disciple of his acted even more high and mighty than his master!

This entire world was too insane?! “Just tell me what conditions you want,” Ying Bokong uttered this phrase already feeling like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

“I want him! You guarantee it!” Jun Mowu smiled sweetly, pointing at Hai Chenfeng, “If I cure his injuries, it’s tantamount to giving him a new life.

I demand he serve me for three years! That’s not an excessive demand, is it?” “I cannot agree on his behalf!

This kid, after all, is a Tian Xuan, a master in his own right; he’s a notable figure in this world.” Ying Bokong shook his head vehemently, “This must be confirmed by him personally.” “Why don’t you ask him!” Jun Mo Xie let his eyelids droop, picked up a cup of fragrant tea from the table, and downed it in one gulp; “You can ask him in a few days, I’m not in a hurry, I have plenty of time.” If you’re not rushed, I am! If this dragged on, he might have all the time in the world, but this young man might just breathe his last breath!

Ying Bokong felt the urge to grind his teeth. Once this brat healed Hai Chenfeng, and then spat out the cultivation method for the Flying Eagle Arts, just wait till this old man dealt with him!

Did he think having an expert master made him invincible? If he couldn’t swallow this humiliation, this brat would truly believe the Eight Supreme Beings were made of clay, and even clay possesses three parts of stubbornness!

Looking at the boy’s demeanor, he truly deserved a beating! As Ying Bokong bent down to question Hai Chenfeng, his side-glance inadvertently caught sight of a dark mass beneath Jun Mo Xie’s robe… Ying Bokong gagged involuntarily, Damn it!

My eyes are going to get sore! Did this kid just crawl out of a brothel?

He looks dignified enough on the surface, but what a degenerate underneath... Though unable to speak, Hai Chenfeng’s gaze remained fiercely resolute.

When Ying Bokong leaned in to ask, Hai Chenfeng met his eyes with stubborn refusal. What a joke.

I am a Tian Xuan Master. To save my life, should I willingly become a servant to some young master from a prestigious family for three years?

I’d rather die quickly. No matter how silver-tongued the Grand Supreme Ying was, Hai Chenfeng refused to yield.

The Elder Supreme Ying was so anxious his lips were almost blistering. “Can’t even persuade one person!

All the fame of the Eight Supreme Beings—meeting them is not living up to the hype,” Young Master Jun commented with disdain, “Watch me!” Ying Bokong stepped aside. Jun Mo Xie approached in a manner that suggested deep wisdom, leaning close to Hai Chenfeng’s ear and whispering something.

The sound was low but carried a strange urgency. Hai Chenfeng’s eyes suddenly blazed with clarity.

His vital energy was severely depleted, his injuries catastrophic. That he had lasted this long was thanks to his superb physical constitution and a brief moment of aid from the Great Expert Jun; otherwise, he would surely be long dead.

Even so, he couldn't speak, but upon hearing Jun Mowu’s words, he somehow summoned strength and struggled to say, “If that is truly the case, never mind… three years, I’ll follow you… for a lifetime!” Jun Mo Xie stood up with feigned casualness, clapping his hands, casting a sidelong glance at Ying Bokong, displaying the look of a petty villain achieving his goal. Ying Bokong’s eyeballs nearly popped out.

He roared, “Damn it, what exactly did you tell him? How did you manage to convince this stubborn mule who wouldn't budge for nine oxen?

What sorcery did you use?” The Grand Supreme Ying simply could not fathom what ‘divine’ sentence could cause such an upheaval in Hai Chenfeng, leading him not only to agree but to appear as if newly infused with life force—he looked ready to fight anyone who tried to stop him from following that scoundrel now. “Hmph, Heavenly secrets must not be revealed.

An expert’s actions are always profound and unfathomable; how could someone like you possibly fathom them!” Jun Mo Xie grinned maliciously. “No!

You must tell me, boy, you absolutely must!” Ying Bokong’s face flushed crimson with utter mortification. He had pleaded his case until his mouth was dry, and Hai Chenfeng remained unmoved; yet this brat whispered one sentence, and Hai Chenfeng agreed with excitement—the gap between people was too vast!

This was their first meeting; how could this be possible? Jun Mo Xie smiled mysteriously, “I simply told him: As long as you follow me, I guarantee you will be able to brutally crush Ying Bokong with your own strength and get your revenge!” “Grass!” Ying Bokong exploded in fury, “What kind of nonsense is that?” “And yet, it was that very sentence that made him agree,” Jun Mo Xie said, hands crossed over his chest, grinning slyly.

“With him? Not in another hundred years!” Ying Bokong shot a contemptuous look at Hai Chenfeng, feeling a scorching, internal fire rising uncontrollably.

“Then let us wait and see!” Jun Mo Xie replied with perfect composure. Seeing Jun Mo Xie’s expression, Ying Bokong suddenly felt an inexplicable wave of unease in his heart—Could this guy actually pull it off?

Jun Mowu examined Hai Chenfeng’s injuries, suddenly thoughtful, “His wound is from the inside out. Exactly what happened to inflict such an injury?” He then looked towards Ying Bokong for clarification.

Ying Bokong’s aged face burned, hot and distinctly embarrassed, stammering and unable to speak. “So, what was it?” Jun Mo Xie, fully versed in kicking a man when he was down, relentlessly pressed on.

“Don’t ask! Why are you nagging like a woman!” Ying Bokong exploded in anger, shouting with a dark face, “Hurry up and treat the wound!” “Heh heh heh…” Jun Mowu shrugged his shoulders a few times, then suddenly his face hardened, “Pick him up, follow me!” “Are you ordering me around?” Ying Bokong’s aura instantly erupted, “You boy have some nerve!” “Do what you like!” Jun Mo Xie was completely unfazed, turning to leave: “If you still want to save him, then hurry up and carry him over yourself.

If anyone else carries him, I’ll slap them dead. Do you think I wouldn't dare?!” Watching Jun Mo Xie’s figure disappear through the hall door, Ying Bokong’s eyes were like bronze bells, his long hair stirring without wind, his anger clearly at its zenith.

He turned to look; the Jun Family Elder and the others who had been in the hall had already used the first sign of trouble to make a swift exit—not a single spectator remained. Witnessing the drama of a Supreme-level master?

Better not to watch that kind of excitement! Grand Supreme Ying stomped his foot viciously, causing the entire hall to shake as if an earthquake had hit, dust raining down.

Ying Bokong bent to lift Hai Chenfeng, but caught a glimpse of a look of unrestrained delight in the eyes of the half-dead man in his arms—evidently, Hai Chenfeng was taking great pleasure and pride in seeing Ying Bokong humiliated by Jun Mowu. Ying Bokong smiled menacingly and whispered fiercely, “Feeling good now, little dog?

Once your injuries heal, I’ll make sure you feel ‘good’ till you die every single day!” With a whoosh, he swept out of the hall, following Jun Mo Xie. Feeling the clear, violent shaking of the hall, even the ground beneath their feet trembling several times, the Jun Family Elder, Jun Wuyi, and Guan Dongliu, who had already left, clicked their tongues in awe.

“Truly worthy of Supreme cultivation! Just a stomp of the foot generates such might, truly astonishing!” Guan Dongliu’s face was full of admiration, though his praise was not directed at Ying Bokong: “The Elder having such an outstanding grandson who maintains such camaraderie with two of the Eight Supreme Beings—the Azure Supreme and the Prairie Eagle God—the Jun family’s future is secure.

Their rise to become a true great clan seems imminent! Heaven bless the Jun Family!” Guan Dongliu had repeated the phrase ‘the Jun family’s future is secure’ once already when he first arrived, but then it was mere polite flattery.

Now, the words were completely sincere, and the Jun Family Elder and Jun Wuyi could not mistake it. The Elder stroked his beard, his old eyes narrowed to slits, smiling reservedly, “Not at all, Master Steward Guan truly overpraises me, utterly too much hahaha…” Though feigning modesty, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider, until the corners of his mouth nearly stretched to his ears.

Guan Dongliu scoffed internally: Look at that old wretch, grinning like a hippopotamus while still pretending to be humble… This is more irritating than being overtly arrogant and carried away! Guan Dongliu sighed deeply: Why do my two sons lack such ability?

Lack such fortune? What kind of fortune could it be?

A master who commands such deep respect from the Eight Supreme Beings? Forget the master; if those two boys saw the Prairie Eagle God, Grand Supreme Ying, they’d probably be too nervous to even stammer out coherent words, shaking so hard they couldn't stand steady.

If they weren’t scared stiff and paralyzed, it would be a miracle. How could they possibly be like Jun Mowu, bantering and cursing without a care, clearly not putting on an act!

This is level… this is substance… this is true foundation… The Steward Master sighed towards the heavens. He was thoroughly defeated…