Jun Mo Xie finished speaking, looking at the crowd who were still frozen in shock, unable to react. He let out a soft laugh, his tone turning sinister, "Aren't you all the same?

Do you also wish to end up like him, preferring to be utterly destroyed than to live with a stain on your reputation? In any case, this 'pure reputation' greatly interests me.

Or perhaps, some of you genuinely possess it? Heh heh, come on, show it to this old man!" Thousands of people instinctively took a synchronized step back.

Many cried out in pain, stumbling to the ground only to be trampled by those falling behind them. "I will say this one last time, and only once!

From this day forward in Tianxiang City! I will not permit myself to hear of such matters again!" Jun Mo Xie swept his gaze across the assembly, his voice like a frigid wind from the Nine Hells.

"The mouths are yours; what you discuss in private is your affair! I do not forbid it.

But the moment I hear of it… I will seek out your 'purity'! Your entire clan's purity!" "All of you, scram!" Jun Mo Xie roared.

Instantly, a wave of panicked shrieks erupted from the crowd. Thousands scrambled and crawled their way out in abject disarray.

"These mere literary ants actually dare to scheme against me, Jun Mo Xie!" Jun Mo Xie laughed heartily, suddenly leaping upward. He ascended to the very tip of the flagpole, planting a foot squarely on the head of the imposing man from the Meng family, and then bellowed out toward the entirety of Tianxiang City, "Are you all tired of living?!" His voice struck like thunder, reverberating throughout Tianxiang City!

The rolling might, infused with an unparalleled killing intent, descended like a sudden blizzard from the heavens, carving a path directly through the city gates! Jun Mo Xie stood precisely in the center of the gateway, an unyielding barrier.

The sunlight struck him at an angle, casting a long shadow that stretched inward, seeming poised to swallow the ancient city whole into the darkness of his presence. Before him, thousands of people fled in panicked flight, stumbling and crawling away.

Jun Mo Xie’s aura, sharp as a sword, keen as a blade, manic and demonic, charged straight into the city. Behind him, many onlookers, unaware of the full context, were involuntarily seized by Jun Mo Xie's astonishing presence, clearing a vast and orderly path for him.

Jun Mo Xie twisted his neck, his gaze penetrating the gateway with contempt. He cracked his whip in the air—crack!—a sharp sound.

Tilting his head, he snorted, "Follow this old man into the city! Today, I intend to see precisely how many gossiping harridans Tianxiang City harbors!

How many warriors truly fear no death! And how many who desire to keep their honor intact will actually manage to keep it!

I shall count every last one!" He spurred his horse, the hooves clip-clopping steadily. With a sharp cry, Jun Mo Xie took the lead, entering the city gate with deliberate nonchalance.

Thousands, tens of thousands, watched him pass, followed by his entourage, silent as the grave. The heavy rumble of carriages followed, those carrying Guan Qinghan and the other two women slowly advancing in his wake.

The Young Master’s speech had filled everyone else with burning fervor. But there was one exception: Jun Wu Yi.

At this moment, the Third Master Jun slanted his eyes at Jun Mo Xie’s tall, straight back as he rode, muttering under his breath, “Damn it, using ‘this old man’ constantly, and he doesn't even bother to look back to acknowledge me, his own elder uncle? That is utterly outrageous!” He snorted in deep resentment, following the carriages into the city with a somewhat sullen air.

Jun Mo Xie, astride his horse, scanned the surroundings with the fierce look of an eagle, his entire being radiating cold dread and chilling menace. His face was grim, his posture rigid, lips slightly pursed, and his sword-like brows slightly raised.

Wherever his eyes rested, a wave of panic ensued. Suddenly, an exceptionally faint yet distinctly audible whisper carried: "I wonder what he's showing off about?

Having an affair with his own sister-in-law and still acting so smug—what's so great about that? Shameless!" Jun Mo Xie’s body on the horse did not move an inch, but a flash of silver light flickered from his sleeve.

Thwack! A man, skeletal thin, was yanked from the crowd.

This time, the Young Master dispensed with questioning; he simply jabbed his hand, and the man was immediately hoisted onto the flagpole. A bloody hole gaped in his throat, the expression of scorn still fixed on his face.

The trace of golden light that usually accompanied the manifestation of Xuan Qi on a person only managed a fleeting glimmer before extinguishing. This man was clearly a Xuan Qi master, hiding within the crowd to stir up trouble, yet he was relatively fortunate, for he was already dead the instant he was hung.

Another wave of gasps swept through the surroundings. The crowd recoiled again, retreating frantically, their eyes fixed on Jun Mo Xie with boundless terror.

Has this boy truly gone mad! Is he really going to carry out his threats so openly, killing people right here and now?!

At the rear of the throng, several men, drenched in cold sweat, pushed desperately backward, their legs nearly buckling as they fled with haste. But under the expansive net of Jun Mo Xie’s spiritual power, escape was impossible.

Jun Mo Xie’s gaze sharpened. With a sweep of his hands, golden light flashed and vanished in an instant!

Seven or eight sturdy men, mid-run, suddenly pitched forward onto the ground. Each bore a thin, bloody puncture wound on the back of their necks.

Before them lay several shining golden throwing knives. Several members of the Remnant Heaven squad rushed forward, reverently retrieving the knives one by one and presenting them back.

Jun Mo Xie, expressionless, took the knives. The eight blades spun rapidly around his fingers, a halo of golden light swirling, then abruptly and silently vanished.

He continued his advance with a stern face. His gloomy, handsome features clearly conveyed a single, chilling message: I have said what needs to be said; I will not repeat it.

If anyone dares to speak, I dare to kill! If you open your mouth, you deserve death, and you will die!

Absolutely. No.

Mercy! Ahead, the three scholars were screaming hoarsely, gripping the crude, specialized amplifier Jun Mo Xie had made for them, their voices sounding like weeping as they strained their throats: "Third Young Master Jun is magnificent!

Third Young Master Jun is noble! The best, kindest, and most benevolent man in the world!

We welcome Third Young Master Jun back to Tianxiang!" They chanted this over and over, like mindless automatons. By now, they no longer knew what they were shouting.

Tears streamed down their faces, etched with infinite humiliation, yet they dared not move an inch. The shadow of death still loomed over them.

Their voices were already hoarse, their throats swollen, but they dared not stop. Their sole objective now was survival; what was a little pain compared to living?

Suddenly, thirty or forty figures burst forward from the crowd—the students of Wenxing Academy. The one leading rushed forward in astonishment.

"Brother Han? Brother Yan?

Brother Qin? What are you doing?

Have you gone mad? Opening the way for that despicable villain?!" Qin Qiushi and the other two dared not answer; they could only frantically signal with their eyes, urging him to leave quickly.

But this student suddenly seemed to grasp the situation, his face filling with righteous indignation. "Jun Mo Xie!

You unfilial, shameless wretch! Having an affair with your widowed sister-in-law and being morally corrupt is one thing, but to humiliate the scholars of Tianxiang—the talents of Wenxing!

You have gone too far!" Many behind him had witnessed the earlier bloodshed and clearly understood more now. Several tried to physically pull the speaker back, but this young man was stubbornly single-minded.

He continued to shout wildly: "Such a shameless wretch! I, Shi Wen Chong, stand against him!" Jun Mo Xie’s icy gaze swept over, his eyebrow lifting slightly.

He said flatly, "Kill." A streak of sword light flashed out, disregarding who was who, cleanly slicing the few obstructing scholars in half! The scholar who had been shouting moments before collapsed into the blood pool, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Jun Mo Xie rode his horse to the scholar’s body, sighed softly, and murmured, "Perhaps you genuinely possessed courage and weren't merely trying to antagonize me. But that is only a possibility...

The timing of your appearance demanded that I kill you! A promise is a promise; a man must keep his word.

Although you might not have believed me, I feel a degree of regret. In your next life, remember to possess two prerequisites before showing off." Jun Mo Xie rode forward, his expression calm, never looking back.

But his voice drifted back faintly, "First, you must possess the strength to handle all variables. Second, you must possess a powerful backing that others absolutely dare not provoke.

Relying solely on backbone and bravery only makes you a target for others to establish dominance; it will never make you a hero." "Even if you possessed an iron spirit, in my eyes right now, you are merely a pitiful fool whose posturing ended in disaster! Your death is not unjust." Though severed, the scholar named Shi did not die instantly.

After hearing Jun Mo Xie’s words, he closed his eyes, tears tracing paths through the blood, murmuring his last thought: Master... you were wrong...

Jun Mo Xie, now dozens of feet away, felt a slight twitch in his face. Master?

Mei Gaojie? Kong Lingyang?

Suddenly, he lashed out with his whip at the three scholars ahead. As they cried out and turned back, Jun Mo Xie lowered his gaze and stated coolly, "Louder!

State whose disciples you are, then shout that Mei Gaojie is an old turtle, Kong Lingyang is an old jade-bastard, and the Meng family is a nest of bastard turtles! Don't you want to live?

Accomplish this, and I will spare your lives!" The three of them completely broke down. If they actually said those things, even if they survived this moment, what then?

In the background of this era, the Five Reverences held sway: Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Kin, Teacher. Though the teacher was last, their status was immensely respected.

Mei and Kong were the teachers of these three men. If they were truly insulted on the street, it wouldn't matter if the Jun family was drowned in public scorn; they three would surely be drowned first.

And the Meng family—Jun Mo Xie might be powerful enough to ignore them, but could they? Heavens, what sins had they committed...

Jun Wu Yi rode up, his voice grave. "Mo Xie, this is going too far.

Be wary of interference from the Imperial Court!" "Going too far?" Jun Mo Xie looked at him strangely. "Third Uncle, have you lost your mind?

Do we still care about so-called Imperial Court intervention now?! Third Uncle, never forget our current standing—we are now a super-clan on par with Silverfrost City..."