The moment he stepped into the small courtyard, even with Eagle-Soaring’s cultivation, he couldn't help but jump in shock:

Inside the courtyard, a massive ball of flesh was trembling and rolling about. Eagle-Soaring struggled to discern it for a long time before finally confirming that this ball of flesh looked like a person! This was actually a human!

Great Supreme Eagle cursed inwardly, I've heard how luxurious the living conditions are for these young masters of aristocratic families, but there’s no need to eat yourself into this state, is there? It was simply too much!

In truth, Tang Yuan’s injuries weren't that severe; under Young Master Jun’s meticulous care, he had been able to walk around for the past few days. But lying in bed for this duration, coupled with Young Master Jun's spiritual energy treatments, had caused Young Master Tang’s already excellent appetite to nearly double!

Now, most of his original clothes no longer fit.

The belly that once only hung to his knees when standing straight now nearly brushed the tops of his feet. Looking at his massive stomach, a sense of crisis exploded in Young Master Tang’s mind: I need to lose weight!

Young Master Tang was currently extremely worried about his future conjugal bliss: if he continued at this size, what hope was there for happiness? It would be completely impossible. The steel spear remained, and the ammunition was sufficient, but it couldn't be fired. What kind of beauty could withstand a fatty’s physique?

Thus, these past few days, whenever Tang Yuan wasn't busy drafting business plans, he started jogging to lose weight. But the more work he did, the more naturally tired he became, and once tired, his appetite followed suit.

And so, his weight naturally continued to soar. This plunged Young Master Tang into a vicious cycle that was proving extremely difficult to break.

When Eagle-Soaring arrived, Tang Yuan was jogging in the courtyard—although to anyone else, it looked like nothing more than a giant, writhing ball of flesh.

Yes, writhing. That word, in this context, was perhaps the most fitting description.

Tang Yuan felt an inexplicable chill run through him. He looked up in surprise only to find a man in black standing before him, his face sharp and his eyes icy cold.

Young Master Tang was already in a foul mood, and seeing this coffin-like face only made him more uncomfortable. He glared and snapped, "Old man, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before!"

The muscles on Eagle-Soaring’s face spasmed almost unbearably. Of course I’ve seen handsome guys. I’ve even seen the former number one beauty in the world, but I’ve never seen one who looks like you claiming to be handsome. Whether you’re handsome or not, I can’t be sure, but the thickness of your skin and the weight of your body are probably number one in the world.

"Fatty, what are you doing?" Strangely, Eagle-Soaring wasn't very angry. Partly, he was still somewhat numb from being too infuriated by Young Master Jun just moments ago, and partly, this fatty was perfectly round in every single aspect, which piqued the Great Supreme Eagle’s interest.

"Kid, how much do you weigh? Five hundred jin?"

Tang Yuan continued his "jog," the spectacle grand and magnificent, merely rolling his eyes at Eagle-Soaring’s question: "Buzz off! Young Master is dieting! Don’t ask questions that will destroy my motivation!"

Naturally, Tang Yuan had no idea who this old man was. If he had known that the man he was cursing was one of the Eight Great Supremes, ranking among the pinnacle of the world, the fatty’s dieting efforts would have been instantly concluded by the cold sweat alone—that shock could have burned off several pounds!

"Good kid, what a sharp tongue. After this old man finishes his business, I’ll come help you lose weight; I’ll certainly make you much slimmer." Eagle-Soaring said with a measure of "good intention." Tang Yuan just rolled his eyes at the black-clothed old man’s statement and ignored him. Was losing weight that easy? He had tried every trick; none had shown any real effect!

"Hey, you there, carrying a half-dead man, still have the energy to chat?" Jun Moxie's impatient voice drifted from inside. "Eagle-Soaring! You truly live up to your title as one of the Eight Great Supremes; you really have nerves of steel!"

Eagle-Soaring roared in irritation, "***, I’m not stupid!" and vanished from in front of Tang Yuan in a flash.

"Who? What did Boss Jun just say? Eagle-Soaring?! Eagle-Soaring, one of the Eight Great Supremes?"

It was as if a massive thunderbolt had struck directly onto Fatty Tang’s head. Tang Yuan stood there stunned for a moment, then his eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. Sweat burst from his head, body, arms, stomach, and backside like a fountain, instantly soaking a patch of ground where rivers of sweat began to flow…

I, I, I actually yelled at the nose of one of the Eight Great Supremes! The thought alone made Fatty Tang’s world spin. Paralyzed on the ground, he simply couldn't muster the strength to get up again.

Directly refusing the Great Supreme Eagle’s request to observe, Young Master Jun carried Hai Chenfeng into the newly constructed secret chamber. It was called a secret chamber, but it was actually just another room built behind Jun Moxie’s sleeping quarters.

After advancing his Heaven-Opening Creation Technique, dealing with injuries like Hai Chenfeng’s became much easier—a matter of course. Moreover, Hai Chenfeng only suffered internal injuries, which was precisely what the Hongjun Tower specialized in; treating him was smooth and efficient. In less than fifteen minutes inside, Hai Chenfeng could speak.

"Can you really do it? What you promised earlier? Is my adversary truly one of the Eight Great Supremes?" Hai Chenfeng asked.

"What do you think? Do I look like I—"

"There's at least hope. I witnessed your master’s methods firsthand; they are truly divine. Even if I don't trust Young Master Jun the Third, I would never doubt your master!"

"What are your plans now?"

"I’ve decided to stay!" Hai Chenfeng declared. "I have nowhere else to go anyway. The original purpose of traveling the continent was just to improve my own strength. If staying by your side is more useful than wandering the continent, then why should I keep running around?"

"Staying by my side isn't as simple as just staying. Do you understand that point?" Jun Moxie said gravely.

"Naturally!" A resolute look flashed across Hai Chenfeng’s face. "Since I have followed you, how could I be unclear about what should and should not be done? I already promised you just now; I won't go back on my word. I still have that much integrity."

"That’s good!" Jun Moxie continued to input spiritual energy steadily. "I am short on men, very short."

"I understand!" Hai Chenfeng felt his meridians reconnecting one by one, vitality returning throughout his body. He felt his condition was excellent. "I am somewhat aware of the Jun family’s predicament."

"Good then!" Jun Moxie grunted twice. "Hai Chenfeng, I want to control the underground forces of the entire capital city. After I heal you, you must begin dealing with this. You must achieve it whether you think you can or not!"

"No problem!" Hai Chenfeng didn't even blink, a cruel curve slowly forming on the corner of his mouth. For a master at the Heaven Profound Middle Stage like him, his current strength was probably a notch above Jun Wuyi’s. Dealing with the underground gangs, primarily composed of thugs in the capital, would be like using an ox-slaying blade to kill a chicken—absolutely no difficulty.

"You might have misunderstood my intention. What I mean is, I only need intelligence on these forces, but I cannot personally control them! The only one I need to control is you."

Jun Moxie’s expression was deep, his gaze gloomy. "No matter what happens, you need to handle it yourself. Furthermore, according to my intelligence, the Murong and Li families are currently targeting these gangs. And those gangs originally had patrons, but those individuals are also deeply hidden, and their strength is definitely not weak."

"I believe that among these people, there are quite a few whose strength is no less than yours." Jun Moxie stopped there, having delivered the necessary briefing.

"No problem!" Hai Chenfeng repeated those three words, then pursed his lips and remained silent. At the very least, he was absolutely confident in taking over the Golden Sun Gang first. Once the Golden Sun Gang was subdued, expanding influence under its banner would be very logical, as it was the leader of the forces beneath Tianxiang City.

Hai Chenfeng didn't believe that there were things that he and the current Jun Moxie couldn't achieve among these forces. After all, behind them stood an aristocratic family, the Azure Supreme, the Prairie Eagle God, and Jun Moxie’s unfathomably powerful master, and even a mysterious expert whose power far surpassed the Supremes!

What power in the world could have a deeper foundation than this alliance? If they truly competed, Hai Chenfeng was confident that his master, the Azure Supreme, would certainly step in to help. After today's incident, Eagle-Soaring owed a massive favor to Jun Moxie and his master and surely wouldn't stand idly by. Even if the situation became truly critical and spiraled out of control, it didn't matter. As long as Jun Moxie’s master stepped forward, the world would surely return to peace.

Therefore, Hai Chenfeng was absolutely certain.

"I will not interfere with any of your actions or decisions," Jun Moxie said, slightly closing his eyes. "But you, too, must know your limits." Jun Moxie stressed the word limits heavily.

Hai Chenfeng nodded deeply.

"Afterward, wait for my news at any time. Once an opportunity arises to enhance your strength, I will notify you as soon as possible! My master is currently refining pills that can boost Profound Qi cultivation, and I hear the effects are extremely good! This is also why I dare to guarantee you can defeat a Supreme expert!"

Jun Moxie smiled deeply. "You won't regret following me!"

Jun Moxie had thrown out his biggest bargaining chip. The so-called master was naturally the great expert, himself.

Hai Chenfeng's eyes lit up, revealing extreme excitement. Pills refined by a master ranked near the pinnacle of the world could hardly be ordinary goods!

Hai Chenfeng began to fantasize about the day he would be able to hold Eagle-Soaring down and beat him fiercely, letting out a cold chuckle.

In less than an hour, the door to the secret chamber finally opened, and Jun Moxie walked out, looking exhausted.

"What about that kid?" Eagle-Soaring asked.

Jun Moxie sighed and shook his head.

"Dead?" Eagle-Soaring’s heart sank, and his expression immediately turned gloomy.

(The second update might be a little late. Cough, cough, I’m not afraid of you laughing, but I received news about the Three Rivers Interview today. I’m so excited; trembling uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth, limbs twitching... Hah, if you want to laugh at me, feel free to laugh. I am genuinely enjoying myself. On the sixteenth of next month, at 19:30 sharp, you are welcome to drop by!)

It feels like I’m about to be featured on Focus Interview... Suddenly, I feel like I’m standing on the same level as Sister Feng. This feeling is wonderfully bizarre... Waaaaah! (To be continued)