The three women were certainly not going to let him off. They pounced simultaneously and agilely; the speed of Fatty Tang was no match for these three nimble madams. Sun Xiaomei grabbed his ear and dragged him back with all her might. Fatty Tang wailed and begged incessantly, yet in the blink of an eye, he was already suffering abuse.
"You scoundrel, Fatty Tang! How dare you lure Young Master Jun to those utterly preposterous places! Just wait until I burn off all this fat of yours today! You really have some nerve, spouting off about girls!"
Sun Xiaomei struck first, leading the charge. The three women dared not retort against Jun Moxie’s torrent of furious scolding. Each one had bottled up a belly full of grievances, and the Fatty had appeared at the perfect moment—a ready-made punching bag! Not letting him vent their anger would have been a terrible waste, and moreover, it was a justified, open, and reasonable utilization of the opportunity.
Tang Yuan’s nose dripped and tears streamed; his fat face and stout body were the same shade of crimson. In an instant, his plump face and round body endured countless blows and kicks, displaying every hue from white, to blue, to purple, to black. His screams were earth-shattering as he desperately begged Young Master Jun to have mercy and save his brother from this dire straits, but there was no reply whatsoever.
It seemed that beating the Fatty was quite a physical chore. The three women, panting with exertion, finally stopped, realizing that the actual culprit was still present. Now they had the perfect leverage to finally vent the suffocating anger they had accumulated! Tang Yuan finally dared to lift his head, intending to grumble a bit—
"Jun Moxie, I never expected you—" Suddenly, the three women stopped simultaneously. The room fell into absolute silence.
They looked toward where Moxie had originally been sitting, and all four were instantly stunned: Young Master Jun had vanished without anyone knowing when.
Even the medicine on the ground was gone.
The speed of the action was utterly astonishing.
News arrived from the Palace: An edict ordered Old Master Tang to bring his eldest grandson, Tang Yuan, to the Palace for an audience the following morning. Old Master Tang Wanli, uncertain of the reason, had no choice but to obey the Emperor's command. He sent men to the Jun family to fetch this "eldest grandson" whom he had already expelled from the family.
Covered in dust and shame, Young Master Tang repeatedly kowtowed his thanks to all the gods and Buddhas, finally escaping the sea of suffering. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, fleeing in utter disarray. For the first time, he felt his grandfather was truly lovable, like a savior descending to relieve distress.
Time passed, and gradually the sky began to darken. At the Jun Family Estate, a sudden bustle ensued.
A grand banquet was held in the side hall, entertaining the esteemed guests, Great General Dugu and Minister Sun.
The scale and prestige of this banquet were exceptionally high, with Old Master Jun and Jun Wuyi personally attending to the hosts. However, Jun Moxie had seemingly evaporated without a trace, further infuriating the three ladies who were burning to settle accounts with him!
It wasn't until late into the night, long after everyone else had gone to sleep, that Jun Moxie stealthily materialized from within the Hongjun Pagoda. He glanced left and right before slipping into his own bedroom.
Nonsense! I, Young Master Jun, certainly wasn't hiding from those three young girls! They are merely some young women; what do I have to fear? My hiding was merely in preparation for compounding the medicine for Ye Guhan!
It was a matter of saving a life as urgent as fighting a fire; how could one afford delay? Although compounding this medicine took slightly longer than usual—surely people needed rest too?! They were truly making a mountain out of a molehill!
After reassuring himself, the Young Master Jun, holding the anesthetic he had concocted in just half an hour—one dose for internal use, one for external application—approached the bedside and formally began treating Ye Guhan’s bone injuries.
This time, it truly took an immense effort to painstakingly stitch together the broken ribs inside Ye Guhan’s chest cavity, one by one, like intricate embroidery. When he finally finished, the great master Jun was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, completely lacking any composure. He collapsed onto a seat, shook his head, and mumbled to himself, "Oh my dear mother, this is not work for human beings... If I ever have to do such thankless, exhausting work again, I’ll die before I agree! Damn it, this nearly cost me half my life!"
Just then, Jun Moxie inexplicably felt a sudden chill run through his body, making every hair stand on end. The air in an instant turned utterly barren and malicious, bristling with chilling, piercing killing intent!
Jun Moxie abruptly looked up and peered outward with stern intensity. His divine sense instantly shot out.
Suddenly, a monstrous, overwhelming aura violently erupted somewhere within Tianxiang City, spanning dozens of miles.
This aura was saturated with boundless, savage fury, and also—heartbreak!
Yes, heartbreak! Though just a faint aura, it conveyed the profound sorrow of the person emitting it. This was a tangible sensation.
The great master Jun was certain that the owner of this aura was undoubtedly a supreme expert, perhaps the strongest he had ever encountered since his reincarnation as the Great Killer Jun, even surpassing Shi Changxiao and Ying Bokong!
A supreme expert consumed by endless rage and extreme sorrow for some unknown reason!
Just as the great master Jun was anxiously contemplating what had transpired, a voice saturated with killing intent suddenly exploded like a thunderclap from mid-air amidst the silence, rolling across the firmament like a tidal wave: "Ying Bokong! Wen Cangyu! You two sons of bitches, get out here for me!"
This was followed by a desolate, grief-stricken long cry that soared to the heavens!
The person making the sound completely disregarded the capital of the Tianxiang Empire below, paying no mind to the countless ordinary people, nor caring that it was the dead of night. Unscrupulously, he mobilized his entire profound energy to shout aloud, his spirit so strong and his voice so mighty that it shocked the world!
The lingering cry still echoed like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger, booming thunderously above Tianxiang City, never ceasing. After a short while, the cry showed no sign of abating; it was as if the heavens were collapsing and the rivers were flowing backward, as if countless voices were howling together across ten thousand miles of sky.
Instantly, everyone was jarred awake from their sleep, no matter how deep. Immediately afterward, they felt that aside from the booming sound, their ears could not detect any other noise!
On the roof of the Sheng Bao Hall, a solitary, lean, black-clad figure stood there, shouting to the heavens, unrestrained! His voice was filled with grief, anger, and savage fury!
And an overbearing killing intent capable of destroying everything!
"You had the guts to kill, but not the guts to face me? Ying Bokong! Wen Cangyu! Are you two dead?! Cowards who act but refuse to own up!" the black-clad man roared again, his might intensifying!
Those nearby felt a loud boom in their ears, and then heard nothing more, as blood instantly began to ooze from their ear canals, their eardrums ruptured, and their hearing entirely lost.
In the Jun Family Estate and the Imperial Palace simultaneously, a powerful soaring cry was heard, like an eagle crying in the high heavens, like an old dragon roaring. As the three earth-shattering sound waves entangled, the pressure on those below suddenly lessened.
Bang!
In Jun Wuyi's small courtyard, a lithe figure shot up like a swift eagle, accompanied by a continuous cry, ascending straight into the air to a height of ten zhang. Hovering in the air, he circled once, like an eagle soaring in the nine heavens, flying toward the direction of the Sheng Bao Hall!
"Cold-Blooded Supreme, Lei Wubei! So you’ve arrived, old fellow, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!" Ying Bokong laughed heartily, flying over like a shooting star. "Today, let me see what right you, Lei Wubei, the cold-blooded one, have to rank fifth among the Eight Great Supremes!"
At the same time, from the direction of the Imperial Palace, a gentle and continuous voice spoke calmly: "Supreme Lei, Supreme Ying; your junior brother, Wen Cangyu, pays respects to both Supremes."
Wen Cangyu was the Mister Wen from the Palace. His voice was extraordinarily calm and measured, showing no sign of haste, as if he hadn't exerted much force. Yet, for some unknown reason, his placid voice, amidst the sonic contest between the two Supremes, was still clearly audible and in no way inferior.
This demonstrated that Mister Wen’s profound arts, although perhaps not quite matching the two Supremes, were not far behind!
The three stood on the rooftop of the Sheng Bao Hall, forming a tripod. The stars glittered above, the tiled roofs stretched below, and the streets and alleys crisscrossed. The autumn wind howled, causing the robes of all three to billow, appearing like celestial beings descending from the nine heavens to the mortal realm.
It was actually the Cold-Blooded Supreme, Lei Wubei, who had personally arrived! Now there would be a good show to watch!
This old fellow had a total of ten disciples; four were dead, and three were crippled beyond recovery. It was time to see how this guy would erupt in fury. If he managed to take down that fellow in the Imperial Palace, it would truly be a huge favor to me...
Upon hearing that this person was Lei Wubei, the Great Killer Jun, despite having witnessed the Cold-Blooded Supreme's previous world-shaking might, felt no trace of fear. Instead, his spirit soared. He swiftly deployed the Yin-Yang Evasion technique, following closely behind Ying Bokong, keeping pace stride for stride. As soon as he left, Jun Wuyi's figure, clad in flowing blue, arrived in his room. Seeing only Ye Guhan lying there alone, and nothing else in the empty space, he gave a wry smile; his nephew's methods were indeed heaven-defying, but his audacity was equally so.
Lei Wubei was tall and slender, with a pale, beardless face. Although starlight glittered in the sky, the ground below was pitch dark. Lei Wubei’s eyes shone brightly in that darkness, flickering with an emotionless, chilling coldness. But on closer inspection, one could clearly see that deep within the eyes of this Cold-Blooded Supreme lay an insurmountable sorrow.
Despite being called the Cold-Blooded Supreme, the sudden loss of four and crippling of three of his ten diligently nurtured disciples meant that this great master, renowned for his cold blood, could not escape human failing!
Perhaps no one could escape it!
For Lei Wubei, cultivating ten Heaven Profound disciples simultaneously was a monumental achievement, an accomplishment no other of the Seven Great Supremes possessed!
Yet, in just over a month, two-thirds of his ten disciples were lost. This blow was insurmountable even for the immensely powerful Lei Wubei to resolve.
The great master Jun, trailing Supreme Ying, had no inclination to empathize with Lei Wubei’s pain. He suddenly noticed a very interesting phenomenon, or perhaps, a strange sensation.
He realized that since his transmigration, the masters he had encountered—the top ones being Lei Wubei, Shi Changxiao, Ying Bokong, the two Beast Kings in the Heavenly Punishment Forest, this Mister Wen, the three Supreme Profound Elders of the Snowy Silver City, and the State Preceptor of Yutang, Fei Mengchen—
Among these individuals, starting from Mister Wen downward, it wasn't very obvious, but from Ying Bokong upwards, these true Supreme-level experts all shared one common characteristic.
That characteristic was: solitude!