"My heavens!" Jun Moxie’s eyes widened to their limit, and he quickly reached out, plucking the two small "toothpick blades" from the ground. Only then did he realize that once their hilts entered the earth, they hadn't stopped; they had sunk nearly two feet deep, and they were still continuing to fall!

"This is truly incredible!" Jun Moxie scrutinized the two toothpick blades, instantly finding them utterly captivating.

Jun Moxie knew clearly that when his hand had released them, the blades had dropped purely under the force of gravity; he hadn't exerted even a shred of his own strength.

Despite this, the two toothpick blades had pierced through the five-centimeter-thick willow wood tabletop as if it were air, effortlessly, as naturally as slicing through nothingness!

What kind of concept was this? To what extreme height had the sharpness of these two blades ascended?

This was absolutely the ultimate divine weapon that everyone dreamed of possessing!

If he could use this method to forge such a blade or sword for his grandfather, his third uncle, and the others, wouldn't that be equivalent to boosting their Xuan arts by an exaggerated leap in rank? Perhaps even more astonishingly monstrous, as a truly fine weapon could amplify a person's strength to a significant degree.

While the weight would naturally be too much for an ordinary person to wield, for his grandfather, at the peak of Tian Xuan, and his uncle, a mid-tier Tian Xuan master, a weight of three or four hundred catties wouldn't pose much strain. Even if they weren't used to it initially, surely a dozen or so days of acclimatization would allow them to master it.

With this level of keenness, even the resilient hides of Supremes or the Beast Kings would be absolutely unable to resist! If Leng Wubei’s treasured blade that day had been a divine weapon forged by him, the outcome of the battle against the Snake King would surely have been rewritten, and even the battle against Venerable Mei would have seen numerous unforeseen turns!

If he were to use these things as secret weapons to ambush others... Jun Moxie chuckled with an exceptionally wicked, dark amusement, his eyes gleaming. He had already envisioned countless joyful scenarios of using these to deal with his enemies.

Good stuff, truly good stuff!

At the very least, his flying daggers, from this moment forward, were truly and utterly indestructible! What kind of master in this world could withstand a divine weapon of this caliber?

The answer was: absolutely no one!

Perhaps someone could evade them, but absolutely no one could withstand them!

Slaying gods when meeting gods, slaying buddhas when meeting buddhas! Jun Moxie chuckled a few times, feeling exceptionally content. Only then did he realize his entire body felt weak, almost returning to that paralyzed state he experienced after exhausting the Chaos Fire. He hurriedly drew in a breath of spiritual energy, only then slowly beginning to recover.

Alas, there truly is no free lunch in this world; even forging two small toothpick blades resulted in such an extreme depletion of strength...

Jun Moxie was unaware that he had just acquired this ability and had used it twice in a row, each time pushing the limits for fear of insufficient power, deploying his full strength both times. It was already quite remarkable that he could support himself at all.

This ability, much like the power of the Heaven-Creating Evolution Art, also required gradual progress through cultivation. Dreaming of achieving success overnight—where in this world does such a good thing exist? Even the supreme immortal techniques absolutely forbid such impatience.

Cold sweat beading on his forehead, Jun Moxie circulated his technique while shuffling a couple of steps, leaning sideways against the chair. As the Heaven-Creating Evolution Art circulated faster and faster, his physical strength gradually recovered, bit by bit.

"Brother Moxie, you're back. Are you in there?" Dugu Xiaoyi’s sweet voice drifted from the doorway, tinged with a hint of shyness and embarrassment. Then, the curtain lifted, and Dugu Xiaoyi entered furtively, peeking in while clutching an exquisite wine gourd.

Could it be that Overlord is coming to draw his bow?!

Dugu Xiaoyi was quite nervous at the moment, even somewhat regretful, because...

Jun Moxie had returned at the worst possible time—in the morning. Why couldn't he have returned in the evening? This had left the eldest young miss, who was preparing to cook dinner, quite flustered.

But after pondering for a long while, she decided to test the waters first before deciding on her next move. If Jun Moxie could give her a firm commitment, then she wouldn't cook for him. But if he continued to be evasive, hmph, then there would be no polite discussion—she would just cook him on the spot! She had prepared both the gentle approach and the Overlord approach!

Of course, Dugu Xiaoyi had also brought the specially prepared medicinal wine, just in case. Her father always said, only by being fully prepared can one achieve success in every battle.

Therefore, Dugu Xiaoyi managed to wriggle free from Guan Qinghan through various means and sneak over.

"Mm... Elder sister, why are you here?" Jun Moxie waved his hand weakly. He had only regained a tiny bit of strength, and moving his mouth or hands was his absolute limit; he needed to seize this time to circulate his energy for a faster recovery.

"Uh... I came to cook..." Wait. No. "I just wanted to ask you..." Hmph! "How dare you ask why I'm here? You were gone for so long without a word, and you came back so stealthily. Don't you know someone was worried about you?" Dugu Xiaoyi pouted, failing to notice that her tone was already filled with the demanding air of a housekeeper.

The little girl also had a rather thick skin. Only after saying that sentence did she notice how weak Jun Moxie looked and rushed over with a startled cry: "What's wrong with you? Why is your complexion so terrible? Did you get hurt on that trip outside?"

Jun Moxie sighed, "It's nothing, nothing, don't make such a fuss. Just get me some water." Only then did he remember he hadn't had a single drop of water in two full days. And during the backlash from the Chaos Fire inside the Hongjun Pagoda, he must have sweated profusely. No wonder his body was so weak; it was a miracle he wasn't completely dehydrated.

After his breakthrough, his mind had been in a state of high excitement. Considering he hadn't returned for two days, in this unfamiliar place, amidst chaos following a major battle, Third Uncle must have been extremely anxious, which led to his hurried return.

After settling matters with Third Uncle, curiosity about his newly acquired ability took over. Without thinking twice, he forcefully activated his new power twice—the "Transforming Mortal Iron into Strange Gold"—completely draining all the energy within his body. No wonder he felt so exhausted.

Jun Moxie smiled bitterly internally. It would be strange if he wasn't exhausted now. Such a basic error had occurred on his part. It seemed his recent life had been too smooth! Such a careless mindset was absolutely unacceptable!

Jun Moxie had always been this way: outwardly arrogant, but inwardly meticulously detailed. Especially regarding his own flaws, he would never hide even a sliver of them. He would identify them instantly and then correct them, ensuring they would never be repeated. This was precisely one of the major trump cards that had allowed him to ascend to the throne of the King of Assassins in his previous life.

Living in a treacherous state where his life could be forfeit at any moment, caution and meticulousness had become his instinct as an assassin.

Dugu Xiaoyi turned around in a frenzy of worry, casually placing the wine gourd in her hand on the table in front of Jun Moxie, and practically trotted off to get water.

Jun Moxie’s eyes immediately lit up when he saw the gourd. Was this girl being silly? She had excellent drink right here, why run far for water? He snatched it over, twisted the stopper, and was hit by a rich aroma of wine. Since he was terribly thirsty, Jun Moxie paid no mind to anything else. He tilted his head back and took a huge gulp, then held it to his lips and drained the entire thing.

Jun Moxie hadn't drunk much of this world's wine, and moreover, this world's wine had no other benefit but the common feature of having a strong, pervasive fragrance—otherwise, how could they mask the underlying earthy flavor of the wine itself? It couldn't be helped; the brewing technology in this world was quite poor. Jun Moxie was desperate with thirst, and he was in his tent within the military camp... Who would overthink things?

Thus, Young Master Jun truly tasted nothing unusual; instead, he found a sweet honey flavor, which was quite nice. He didn't know that Dugu Xiaoyi had added quite a bit of honey to make the wine more palatable. This also greatly reduced the possibility of Jun Moxie discovering the trickery.

Alas, the famed Evil Sovereign, having been careful for two lifetimes, fell prey to a usually scatterbrained little girl!

Was this a case of "Even the wisest of men make mistakes"?

Or perhaps, it was merely the capricious nature of fate?

Jun Moxie had just finished the entire gourd of wine and felt rather unsatisfied, perhaps even thirstier than before.

The young master didn't dwell on it too much. Wine, after all, wasn't meant to quench thirst; it was common for it to increase inner heat the more one drank.

Just then...

"Crack!"

Dugu Xiaoyi had just returned with a cup of water. She turned around and saw that in the blink of an eye, Jun Moxie had completely finished that gourd of wine and placed the now-empty gourd on the table. This sight utterly shocked her. Completely unprepared, the water cup fell from her hand with a "crack," dropping freely onto the floor. The quality of the cup was clearly substandard, and naturally, it shattered into pieces.

"I... I..." "I hadn't even decided if I should start cooking now, and he finished drinking that stuff? What am I supposed to do? What does this mean? Should I still cook?"

The little girl stared blankly at Jun Moxie, her bright eyes wide open, completely losing her composure. She had no idea how to proceed next. The supposed tactic of "forcing the issue" was just a saying; the little girl was completely clueless on how to actually execute it.

After draining the wine gourd, Jun Moxie still felt dryness in his throat, but his body had indeed recovered significantly—at least enough for normal movement. Seeing the little girl shatter the water cup caught him by surprise, but he knew that the eldest young miss was inherently impulsive, so he didn't take it too seriously.

He stood up with a grunt, walked a few steps to Dugu Xiaoyi's side, plucked the water bladder from behind her, brought it to his lips, and drank deeply and heartily until he was satisfied, letting out a long, contented breath. Indeed, he had been slightly dehydrated; look, his condition improved so much after drinking the water.

Seeing the little girl staring at him as if struck by lightning, her eyes wide, her rosy lips slightly parted, looking incredibly charming, he couldn't help but chuckle. He patted her head and asked, "Little girl, what are you looking at? You really are something... dropping a cup of water like that. It fell, so it fell. Is it worth being so startled? Are you afraid I'll scold you?"

Dugu Xiaoyi blinked twice, gradually coming back to her senses. Ignoring Jun Moxie, she darted to the table, grabbed the wine gourd, and shook it violently. The gourd had lost all its weight from before. Even with such vigorous shaking, there was no sound from inside.

Clearly, Jun Moxie had drunk it completely, exceedingly clean.