"You're the one who's dead!" Jun Moxie glared at him, "This Divine Doctor has already acted; can someone else dictate his life or death?"

Just then, Hai Chenfeng also walked out of the secret chamber with a grim expression.

Ying Bokuang was about to refute Jun Moxie when he suddenly's eyes widened. His mouth opened, making a gasping sound.

The person who was half-dead just a moment ago, clearly on the verge of drawing his last breath, was carried in, and an hour later, he walks out full of vigor and energy? Even a Divine Doctor couldn't work that fast, could they?

This world is too insane. Did I see a ghost today?!

"All better?" Ying Bokuang rubbed his eyes, "Completely healed? And your cultivation restored?"

"Completely restored!" Hai Chenfeng was still slightly angry with Ying Bokuang, replying with a stern face, "Thanks to Senior Martial Uncle Ying's concern, thanks to the Divine Doctor's miraculous touch, Chenfeng's cultivation has been fully recovered."

"Then why the long face? Me, having a long face? Damn your master, can't you be more respectful?! Do you have any idea how much I had to suppress my anger to save you, you scoundrel!" The entire day's pent-up fury finally erupted from Ying Bokuang, and now he had the perfect target for his outburst. If he didn't unleash it now, when would he?

Hai Chenfeng, with his grim expression, didn't have time to offer any reply. Ying Bokuang suddenly lunged forward, grabbing him, and dragged him out into the courtyard. Then came a storm of fists and a gale of kicks, raining down on him from all directions in a merciless beating.

This scene of abuse unfolded right in front of Fatty Tang, who was sprawled on the ground. The little strength he had just managed to gather in his legs was instantly frightened away, and the cold sweat that had just stopped trickling down his body began to pour forth again...

Watching the scene, Tang Yuan's eyebrows twitched violently, the muscles in his face spasming with terror,"

After a long while...

"Are you done hitting him?" Jun Moxie called out.

"Done. Finally satisfying." Ying Bokuang delivered two final punches and three kicks before stopping. Hai Chenfeng was a mess of torn skin and bruises, his face a kaleidoscope of colors, resembling a panda preparing to perform Peking Opera.

"If you're done, hurry up and send him out to run errands. This young master has use for him," Jun Moxie said irritably. After all, Hai Chenfeng was now somewhat his man, and this fellow was beating him right in front of him. Where did that leave this young master's dignity?

Hai Chenfeng acted as if granted a great amnesty. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, he scrambled up and vanished like a streak of smoke."

Jun Moxie turned to look at Ying Bokuang, about to say something, when suddenly—

"Ah!"—a sharp, piercing shriek. Both men jumped in surprise.

The little loli, Ke'er, walked over carefully carrying tea, but she suddenly noticed something.

"Young Master, bad news, bad news!" the little loli cried out in panic.

"What is it?"

"It's Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang he—" She pointed at Young Master Tang with considerable alarm. Tang Yuan was slumped limply on the ground, his entire body of fat no longer trembling; he had long since lost consciousness..."

"What happened?" Jun Moxie walked over, utterly bewildered. "Nobody did anything to him, so why did he pass out..."

Leaning in closer and checking his pulse, Jun Moxie's expression suddenly became remarkably vivid. Stuttering, he looked around, "What in the world is going on? He's actually dehydrated from sweating so much. How rare."

Sweating to the point of dehydration—Young Master Tang truly had talent. Losing weight might actually be achievable this time,"

In all his past and present lives, this was the very first case Young Master Jun had ever encountered,"

Whether by luck or misfortune, the fatty weighed himself the next day and had lost a whopping ten jin (pounds). Losing ten jin in a single day—this was truly a miracle in the history of weight loss!

Young Master Jun scrambled about in a flurry, managing finally to get Young Master Tang into a room. This was only possible thanks to the breakthrough achieved by the Great Master Jun recently; otherwise, given the fatty's weight and volume, the Great Master Jun might not have managed him alone.

The fatty's weight and volume were undeniable, but his courage was certainly lacking. The Great Supremacy Ying hadn't even done much to him, yet he had frightened himself into a near-comatose state.

However, Young Master Jun knew the fellow was in no real danger. He directly forced open the fatty's mouth and poured in several scoops of cool water mixed with salt. Normally, for someone like Fatty Tang, ginseng soup would be appropriate for rehydration, but there was no time for that now. In any case, the "saltwater" effect would be the same; anything too nourishing wouldn't be good for the fatty either!

Having resolved the dehydration crisis, Young Master Jun tossed the groggy fatty onto the bed. Confirming he was fine, he stepped out. After all, Ying Bokuang was still waiting there, looking as if he wanted to speak but was too embarrassed to do so—it was quite amusing to watch.

He was, after all, one of the Eight Great Supremacies; keeping him waiting long was improper!

Furthermore, for a renowned Supremacy to seek guidance from a mere youth on martial arts matters was indeed a bit...

This world truly was becoming insane..."

"Hmm? Do you have something else?" Young Master Jun asked knowingly, clearly setting the stage to watch how the Great Supremacy Ying would approach seeking instruction from this junior.

"It is my honor to have met your Master today, hehe. Your Master's cultivation is profound; his achievements are truly bordering on the divine, having mastered both scholarship and the celestial,"

"Old man and he talked for a long time, feeling a deep kinship, regretting not meeting sooner, becoming confidants, getting along splendidly." Ying Bokuang smacked his lips, having finally crafted an opening line after much thought. It had to be said, this opening was rather fitting for the status of the Great Supremacy Ying.

Of course, this was only true on the premise that Young Master Jun wasn't the Great Master Jun and didn't know the preceding events!

"Oh?" Young Master Jun’s belly nearly split with suppressed laughter, yet his face displayed utter curiosity, mixed with an expression of profound realization.

Ying Bokuang’s spirit lifted, "We conversed very pleasantly. Later, your Master brought up you, his disciple. Your Master expressed great helplessness, saying that he had previously taught you the 'Flying Eagle Pounce Technique,' but while your innate talent is good, you are inherently lazy and have yet to grasp even the slightest inner essence, which causes him deep distress. Now, through a fortunate turn of events, he met me—and as everyone knows, this old man is the person who has researched the Art of the Flying Eagle the most in this era. Therefore, he entrusted me to come and give you some pointers on your practice."

Ying Bokuang's narrative flowed smoother and became increasingly convincing. By this point, even he almost believed what he was saying, "Although this old man is also burdened with many matters, a true confidant is rare in life. Since a friend has made a request, I have no choice but to reluctantly help him guide his disciple."

Young Master Jun deeply bowed his head, appearing to receive instruction earnestly, but in reality, one hand was pinching his nose, struggling to regulate his breath, while the other clutched his stomach, taking deep inhalations. He was genuinely on the verge of an internal injury from suppressing his laughter..."

Ying Bokuang finished his speech with the air of a venerable master, waving his hand and saying casually, "Go out now and practice the Flying Eagle formula your Master taught you once through. This old man will see where the error lies in your practice. Let's finish quickly; this old man needs to depart. I have already delayed my return to the grasslands for quite some time. Many important matters have been put off."

"Ah? That Elder Ying, how could this be...!!" Jun Moxie opened his eyes wide in surprise. "Just two months ago, Yun Er told me that my 'Flying Eagle Pounce Technique,' 'Spiritual Eagle Evasion Method,' and my sword, saber, palm, fist, and claw techniques have all reached the level of familiar mastery, the stage of proficiency. He said there was nothing more he could teach me in these areas. Why would he send you? Furthermore, although my talent isn't superb, I have always been diligent. How could I be inherently lazy? Master valued this trait when he accepted me as a disciple! Did my Master really say that to you?!"

Ying Bokuang was momentarily stunned. Not knowing the background, he suddenly glared, "Perhaps your Master was being modest. I must have misunderstood. But you should know: 'The stone from another mountain can be used to polish jade.' In this specific area, this old man is the specialist! You can't deny that, can you?"

Jun Moxie showed difficulty, "But my Master specifically instructed me not to practice that Flying Eagle technique anymore. Practicing it further will only slow down my own progress, and he has given me new martial arts that I have only just begun learning! From what you say, you also have many pressing matters. How about this: Elder Ying, why don't you return first? There’s no need for the trouble. My Master never quizzes me on my skills, so I’ll just tell him you already gave me guidance. How about that? It saves me effort, and you save face; everyone benefits."

Ying Bokuang stared for a long time without speaking.

A Supremacy wanted to instruct a family member's technique, and he was refused!

What kind of age is this?! Is there any fairness in heaven?!

Ying Bokuang suddenly felt as if the world had been turned upside down! He recalled his youth when he desperately waited just for a moment of guidance from a Earth Profound realm expert. When they finally bestowed a couple of sentences, he treasured them like golden relics, contemplating their subtle mysteries while walking and eating. As for hoping for a Supremacy to guide him back then—that was something he'd only dream about and wake up laughing!

What happened to this world?

Has the trend reversed, where masters must now beg their disciples to teach them martial arts?" Ying Bokuang was at a loss. He had to tell the truth; pushing this farce any further would only bring greater humiliation.

"So that's how it is. You should have said so earlier." Jun Moxie nodded knowingly, inwardly laughing: Thinking to take advantage of me? Not so easily done.

"Then let's discuss it when you have time. Aren't you very busy?" Young Master Jun spoke with an air of consideration for the other's schedule!

"I have time right now. Everything I said before was trivial. Shall we start right away?" The Great Supremacy Ying suddenly energized.

"Oh, you said when I have time. I'm truly exhausted right now!" Jun Moxie retorted. "Besides, since you are bosom buddies with that old fellow, why doesn't he teach you himself? Why go through me? He’s clearly trying to be lazy! Exploiting my labor—if the teaching goes well, he gets the credit, and if it fails, I take the blame? This kind of thing, not only using me to do his work but gaining zero benefit for it! That old ghost is cunning! Hmph hmph, I won't do it."

Ying Bokuang was truly dumbfounded this time! He hadn't expected this brat to be not only unswayed by trickery but also immune to hard tactics. What was to be done?

"I understand your difficulty, and I sympathize with your situation," Young Master Jun said reasonably yet sounding quite troubled. "But you should have noticed by now that my temperament is: no profit, no start. I never do anything that doesn't bring me some benefit."

"What benefit do you want, boy? Spit it out!" Ying Bokuang was truly gritting his teeth now.

He felt he was going to be driven mad by this brat all day long.

But then, Ying Bokuang's eyes snapped open, nearly bulging out of his head!

Because in that instant, Jun Moxie's right hand suddenly executed a movement. It seemed simple, yet it was absolutely not simple. His five fingers lifted and curled, like an eagle's talon, grasping at the empty air, shifting rapidly. From the elbow down, the arm kept bending and flexing—the wrist, the fingers—changing in unpredictable ways. Each bend and change increased the power of this single strike! Most strangely, the section from the elbow up remained utterly still!

Shadowless and formless, yet manifesting myriad forms!

Even with Ying Bokuang's vast historical knowledge and profound experience, he had never witnessed such an ingenious technique! But his sharp eyesight allowed him to immediately discern the lethality and profound intent of this move. If he could fully integrate it, the power of this single strike alone would rank among the world's supreme martial arts. For this alone, his trip today was worthwhile!

"This is the first form of the Nine Ghost Eagle Styles."

Jun Moxie chuckled, "How does it fare?"

"It's more than adequate! The Nine Ghost Eagle Styles? Truly as the name suggests—bizarre, unpredictable, and utterly magnificent!" Ying Bokuang’s eyes shone, and he was already beginning to digest the form, pondering it, finding endless aftertaste, savoring it, realizing its boundless depth. An intense craving seized him, and he pressed again, "What benefit do you want, boy? Spit it out!"

This question was identical to the previous one, but the tone was worlds apart. The former was tinged with impatience; the current one carried a sense of urgency, mixed with a hint of being utterly at the mercy of the other!

"I don't want any benefit from you; rather, I want to give you a benefit," Young Master Jun smiled like a sly little fox. "I can help you perfect the technique, and I can assist you in perfecting your divine art; however, you must owe me a favor. Note this: you owe me, not my Master. That is entirely different!"

"I already owe your Master a favor. Now I have to owe you one too? One affair, two favors?" Dark lines appeared on Ying Bokuang's forehead as he let out a heavy snort. But upon reflection, if he could obtain this divine skill, owing a favor was still worth it.

"Furthermore, you are a great connoisseur of this path, and you should know that researching martial techniques, especially such profound secret skills, cannot be achieved overnight. Therefore, you must stay in Tianxiang City for a considerable period to discuss in detail, research slowly, explore meticulously, and calculate every tiny detail..." Young Master Jun counted on his fingers—

"Stop!" Ying Bokuang felt his head swell like a giant melon. "The first half was acceptable, but the latter half is muddled and endless. What exactly are you trying to say, boy? Be direct and stop beating around the bush!"

"How about letting me serve as your retainer for a year?" Young Master Jun said with an air of innocent charm. "My request isn't excessive. Moreover, during this year, all food, lodging, and even drinks... will be covered by me." Young Master Jun leaned in meaningfully. "Better wine than the one from that day—wine that will absolutely satisfy you, free for a whole year. How about it?"

"I'll even cover the expenses if you go to Lingwu Lake for some romantic fun. We should be civilized, hehehe," Young Master Jun grinned, his eyes crinkling, "Where else in the world can you find such excellent terms?"