(The new book is struggling; come back, my brothers and sisters! Feng Ling needs your help and support!)

A cold voice suddenly cut through the air, "Wrong! You are not the Second Generation Rich Brat! I am the Second Generation Rich Brat, and you, are the Third Generation Rich Brat!"

Before Jun Xie appeared a wheelchair, upon which reclined a slender, middle-aged man in his thirties. A thick swath of satin covered his legs. His eyes, seemingly murky yet clear, regarded him with amusement. His eyebrows, sharp as swords, slanted high into his temples, naturally imbued with an inexplicable cold severity and a killing aura! His gaze was like a falcon's, sharp light flickering; deep within his eyes, a faint disdain lingered—subtle, yet undeniably present! Were it not for his disability, this man would surely have been a handsome, imposing figure! A true hero with an unyielding spirit! Judging by the residual authority emanating from his brow, he must have once been a decisive general who commanded legions!

"Third Uncle?" Jun Xie halted his steps. Looking at Third Uncle Jun Wuyi seated in the wheelchair, in the original memories of Jun Mo Xie, this Third Uncle was nothing more than a useless burden, confined to a chair and waiting for death. Yet, the current Jun Xie distinctly felt a familiar aura emanating from this uncle who had long been wheelchair-bound—an aura that sent shivers down his spine! Killing intent! An intent potent enough to move even Jun Xie! Only a battle-hardened soldier, one who had carved his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, could possess such a unique sharpness! It was like a peerless blade, whose brilliance would never be buried by dust even if broken, radiating an aggressive light! Yet, this peerless blade was currently sheathed!

In Jun Xie’s entire life, he had met at most two or three such figures, and every one of them was a major power holding significant military command. In fact, these iron-blooded warriors were precisely the type Jun Xie had admired most in his past life! Old Master Jun himself was of this caliber, but as the Old Master aged, his cultivation approached the state of returning to simplicity, concealing his power everywhere. Jun Xie had spent too little time with the Old Master to notice immediately! But Jun Wu Yi had not yet reached a stage of such deliberate obscurity. The man was like a sharp sword in its scabbard; though the edge was hidden, a formidable sword qi still leaked out. Of course, it required Jun Xie’s discerning eye to recognize it; an ordinary person, like the old Jun Mo Xie, would never perceive it, even if beaten to death! Though the peerless sword rested idly in its box, hanging silently on the wall, it emitted a low, dragon-like roar even in the deep night! This was a bloodthirstiness rooted deep in his very bones!

"It is rare that you still call me Third Uncle," Jun Wu Yi looked up, his deep eyes holding a trace of mockery as he regarded his only nephew. "Mo Xie, are you very interested in becoming a Second Generation Rich Brat?" He suddenly sighed, wondering what possessed him to be interested in conversing with such a hopeless piece of rotten wood today.

Jun Xie studied him for a long time, focusing specifically on his crippled legs and waist, then suddenly laughed, "Third Uncle jokes. You are the genuine Second Generation Rich Brat; at best, I am only a Third Generation Rich Brat. Your nephew is quite content being a Third Generation Rich Brat who lives a life of peace and joy."

Huh? Why was this boy speaking with such a tone today? Although his words held barbs, they were completely devoid of the usual arrogance and arrogance? Completely taken aback by Jun Xie’s reply, Jun Wu Yi's eyes snapped open, and a sharp gleam flashed through them—like a dazzling bolt of lightning suddenly tearing through the overcast night sky! He suddenly burst into loud laughter, shaking his head as he laughed. "Do you know the difference between a Second Generation Rich Brat and a Third Generation Rich Brat?"

"Oh? Aren't they both just waiting to die while enjoying luxury? Is there a difference?!" Jun Xie raised an eyebrow, his words laced with sarcasm. Seeing the lightning-and-thunder gaze flash in Jun Wu Yi’s eyes, Jun Xie felt it was a great pity for such an iron-blooded man to sink into such despair!

A shade of bitterness and unwillingness flickered across Jun Wu Yi's eyes before vanishing. His clean right hand stroked his paralyzed leg; he looked up and said, "That is utterly wrong. How can there be no difference? The divergence between them is almost as vast as the gulf between heaven and earth! The Second Generation Rich Brat inherits a world established by the preceding generation; the offspring merely enjoys the fruits without effort. As long as one has a mouth to eat, they will certainly not starve and can, at the very least, enjoy a lifetime of splendor and wealth! However, the so-called Third Generation Rich Brat is not so fortunate."

He looked into Jun Xie's eyes and gave a wry chuckle, countering, "The so-called Third Generation Rich Brat does not necessarily refer to the third generation of descendants, but the inheritor of the third lifetime. That is to say, the grandfather’s generation established the dominion, but a break occurred in the middle generation of the father, thus creating the Third Generation Rich Brat! If your father were still alive, then both you and I should be Second Generation Rich Brats, only I would be counted from your grandfather’s generation, and you, from your father’s. There is only a slight difference in the starting point."

"But your grandfather is old now, so even if you wish to be a Third Generation Rich Brat, I fear it won't last long; and above you, apart from your grandfather, there are no other great trees under which you can take shelter. Therefore, the rest of your life as this Third Generation Rich Brat will likely be extremely difficult! To be a qualified Third Generation Rich Brat, one cannot succeed without some skill and cunning. So, I, as the Second Generation Rich Brat, am luckier than you, the Third Generation Rich Brat."

As Jun Wu Yi spoke, he had intended only to counter Jun Xie's remark about 'waiting to die while enjoying luxury,' but as he spoke, a wave of desolation surged in his heart. The mighty Jun Family, was it truly coming to an end like this? The Jun Family, once so dominant that foreign nations dared not look directly upon its might, had now fallen to such a state! Eldest Brother and Second Brother had both died on the battlefield, and he was crippled; the only nephews who offered a glimmer of hope had also perished in battle, their remains never found. The bloodline of the Jun Family now rested solely upon this one boy, who resembled a useless layabout, Jun Mo Xie! Suddenly, Jun Wu Yi lost all interest, feeling utterly bored, not even wishing to speak further.

Jun Xie remained silent, then suddenly brightened and smiled, "Actually, I could be a Second Generation Rich Brat too." Jun Xie certainly understood Jun Wu Yi's meaning; the core purpose of prompting him to say all this was for what he intended to say next!

Jun Wu Yi coughed twice, his tone showing interest yet sounding languid, and inquired, "Oh?"

"If Third Uncle could be my great tree, shielding me with his shade, wouldn't I still be able to be a Second Generation Rich Brat?" Jun Xie asked with a grin.

A flash of anger crossed Jun Wu Yi’s eyes. He said darkly, "Mo Xie, are you mocking your Third Uncle again?"

Jun Xie studied him, then suddenly asked, "Do you still have feeling in your legs?"

"None!" Jun Wu Yi turned his head aside, his loathing for his nephew growing. He knew this was the most sensitive subject, yet the boy repeatedly brought it up. Previously, he had been indirect, but now he asked directly to his face. A descendant who showed such disrespect to his elders was truly inferior!

"Was your lower back broken before?"

"No!" Jun Wu Yi roared, "Insolent creature! If my lower back were broken, how could I still be alive today?!"

"So, Third Uncle, at most your meridians were damaged? Were you subjected to foul play?" Jun Xie's eyes lit up. It seemed his meridians were severed or corroded by insidious techniques, causing atrophy. If that were the case, as long as his vital energy hadn't completely depleted, there was still a sliver of hope. With his medical knowledge, there might be a chance to save him. After all, this was his blood relative in this life, and what truly moved Jun Xie was that man's fierce, brilliant sharpness! Jun Xie felt that since he possessed the ability, such an iron-blooded warrior should be made to stand again! Regardless of whether he was his Third Uncle or not!

Jun Xie looked at him and slowly said, "I heard you were injured on the battlefield, but using such foul tactics on a battlefield is far more difficult than simply killing you. Why? Was it an old rival trying to specifically cripple you, turning you into this half-living, half-dead state?!"

The question struck the raw nerve. Jun Wu Yi gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging several times. He panted heavily a few times before barely controlling his agitation, coldly stating, "What business is that of yours?"

Knowing he had guessed correctly, Jun Xie smirked triumphantly, reached out to steady the wheelchair, leaned in close, and whispered mysteriously, "Does Third Uncle wish for revenge?"

"In this condition, how can I even speak of revenge?" A blush crept across Jun Wu Yi's thin face, his eyes flickering with shifting expressions, a look of profound hatred momentarily piercing through. After a long silence, he sighed weakly, "I am merely a cripple now!"

Jun Xie smiled softly and said, "What if I possessed the ability to make Third Uncle stand up again?"

This sentence struck like a thunderclap!