"Super Family? Uh..." Jun Wuyi fell silent, still processing the shift in his thoughts. Just like that... they became a Super Family? The people were the same, not a single one had changed, yet they were... Super?

Jun Mo Xie let out a cold laugh, continuing, "Furthermore, regarding the Royal Family... all I currently lack is what people call concrete evidence. If I had that evidence, turning Tianxiang City into ruins in an instant wouldn't be impossible! Third Uncle... you actually believe what Fengxue Yin Cheng's Xiao Buyu said about the Blood Sword Hall? Even if it is the Blood Sword Hall, how could a mere group of curs manage to move freely within a million troops, let alone possess the travel tokens? Third Uncle... don't tell me you haven't considered it? What does all that imply, and what secrets does it implicate!"

"At this juncture, if we remain too hesitant, we will only be the ones to suffer! After all, comparatively speaking... we are still at a disadvantage... Therefore... we must be overwhelmingly strong at this moment! Absolutely strong! Only then can we prove that we truly have backing! Making everyone hesitate and dare not act rashly! And this period of time—that is our time!"

"What we lack right now is time! Even a single day could change everything!" Jun Mo Xie’s face grew solemn as he thought about the spiritual herbs he had collected and the Xuan Core of a peak ninth-level Xuan Beast.

The personnel were all assembled, the medicines procured. Ying Bokong was present, and with the protection of his Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong, his grandfather’s advancement was unstoppable! Next, they needed to find a way to elevate Jun Wuyi to Shen Xuan, upgrade the two teams of Can Tian Shi Hun once more, and incorporate the forces of Baili Luoyun and Hai Chenfeng.

Then they could barely claim the title of a Super Family. As it stood now, claiming the title was merely an empty shell... Thus, at such a critical juncture, they absolutely could not afford a single misstep!

Jun Wuyi’s face contorted in painful realization. What Jun Mo Xie spoke of was precisely the matter that had troubled him for ten years, the one thing he had long deeply suspected! It was his other inner demon.

Hadn't Jun Wuyi doubted it too? But he truly didn't want to believe that his family had given everything to Tianxiang... only to be treated this way!

This wasn't cowardice, it was... human nature! After all, Tianxiang had been earned through the blood and sweat of the Jun family on the battlefield! If he were to firmly accept this cruel reality, it would be tantamount to destroying everything his heart and soul had built!

For anyone, at this point, this was an unbearable weight upon their life!

"But, until we have irrefutable proof, you must not act rashly!" Jun Wuyi’s voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper, "You can say this to me, but unless you have solid evidence, do not mention it to your grandfather. His temperament..."

"Naturally," Jun Mo Xie smiled faintly, his meaning deep, "Third Uncle, you are not foolish, nor am I, and Grandfather is certainly not foolish either... Hehe, the one you should be most assured about is our Emperor... who is certainly not foolish..."

Jun Wuyi let out a long sigh, falling silent in despair, and slowly retreated.

Jun Mo Xie's gaze turned icy again. With a flick of his horsewhip, three sharp cracks echoed. Each of the three scholars received a lash across the body, convulsing, yet they dared not cry out. Jun Mo Xie’s voice, sinister and laden with killing intent, pressed down heavily: "Shout!"

Under the crushing pall of impending death, the three scrambled to shout in unison: "I am Han Zhidong (Yan Feng, Qin Qiushi), a disciple of Mei Gaojie from Wenxing Academy. Young Master Jun the Third is a great Young Master Jun the Third is noble, the finest person, and we welcome him back to Tianxiang!... Mei Gaojie is an old turtle, Kong Lingyang is an old bastard, and the Meng family is a nest of dog whelps..."

Strange as it was, the moment the first curse left their lips, the following ones tumbled out faster and more fluently. Whatever malicious slander or obscenity came to mind, it flowed forth unchecked—because once the first taboo was broken, all sense of shame vanished, leading to an unstoppable torrent!

Jun Mo Xie laughed heartily through clenched teeth, like a madam who had just successfully forced a virtuous woman into prostitution. He rode off triumphantly, while the onlookers regarded him as if he were an emissary from the depths of hell...

The eyes of thousands froze simultaneously at that moment...

Tianxiang City descended into utter chaos...

Jun Mo Xie's forceful entry was like an unprecedented, violent storm, instantly sweeping across the entire ancient city of Tianxiang!

From the moment Jun Mo Xie rode in, the major families all made their moves. Countless memorials of impeachment flew like snow toward the Imperial Palace, and several old figures even arrived at the palace by sedan chair.

The Dugu Family was watching the show.

The Li Family made no move.

The Tang Family remained silent.

A few scouts from the Murong Aristocratic Family emerged to gather information, then vanished without a trace.

Old Master Jun sat firmly upon his fishing perch, triumphantly ordering the kitchen to prepare the finest wine and cuisine. His son and grandson had returned; the Old Master was ready to drink deeply with them. As for the matters outside... with his son and grandson handling things, why would the old man need to worry?

It must be said, Mo Xie’s method was audacious to the extreme! But, this was also the best way to handle it.

Since he already stood against the entire world in the eyes of common convention, why not go completely rogue!

The Jun Family Ancestral Teaching: If one must be a man, stand tall and upright, damn everything!

Yes, yes, this time it was truly... damn everything! Do whatever they want! Hehehe, the Old Master sipped his small cup of wine contentedly, chuckling happily...

Mo Xie’s upheaval simultaneously created a powerful deterrent! Added to his inherent strength, the presence of the Prairie Eagle God, Ying Bokong—one of the Eight Supremes—anchoring things, coupled with Mo Wu bearing the title of a Supreme who single-handedly fought four Shen Xuan masters, and let's not forget the nearly unparalleled mysterious expert backing the Jun Family... the Jun Family's title of Super Family was thoroughly established. How could they possibly slip away now?

This was truly the moment the Jun Family could raise their heads and breathe freely!

As for the rot within the court, they could ally with the Murong and Dugu Families to suppress those paupers who dared to chatter, or perhaps simply ignore them altogether. Right now, the Old Master was in a good mood... if he were in a bad mood one day, he could wipe them out directly, and who would dare object...

The Old Master completely forgot how anxious he had been just a few days prior, wearing an expression of supreme, unshakeable complacency.

As for the Emperor's dignity... cough, he wouldn't dwell on that.

In any case, the Empire currently lacked the means to deal with the Jun Family... The innocent will prove their innocence; let them do as they please...

Families such as the Song Family were like ants on a hot pan, thrown into complete disarray; the Meng Family was even worse off, resembling a plucked, bald dog frantically sending memorials to the Imperial Palace and repeatedly running to the Li Family, trying to grasp a lifeline that didn't exist. They couldn't even see anyone; only a fool would bury themselves alongside them...

Upon hearing that the three scholars had cursed Mei Gaojie, Kong Lingyang, and the Meng Family, Meng Youwei, the head of the Meng Family, returned dejectedly from the Li Residence. After several unsuccessful attempts to seek an audience, he stood stunned for a moment, then mounted his horse and headed for the Murong Family...

Old Master Mei Gaojie, who had been expecting good news at home, ready to bask in glory, suffered a stroke and fainted upon hearing his prized disciples had publicly denounced him on the street...

In the Noble Hall, Fatty Tang received news of the Young Master’s entry and jumped up as if struck hard by a ball, immediately preparing to go out and welcome him. However, he was pulled back firmly by Qi Chenfeng and Song Shang. The reason was simple: Jun Mo Xie had specifically instructed that Tang Yuan should not be involved in the turmoil following his return.

Others might not dare touch the Jun Family, but they might dare touch the Tang Family. Ultimately, the Tang Family was the weakest among Tianxiang's great families. To speak plainly, aside from Fatty's deep camaraderie with Jun Mo Wu, the Tang Family, led by Old Master Tang, was fiercely loyal to the Tianxiang Royal Family. Some matters were best kept from one's brothers to avoid causing them difficulty.

This time, Jun Mo Wu would bear the brunt!

He would challenge Tianxiang alone!

Finally reaching the Jun Family residence, Jun Mo Xie dismounted, stepped onto the threshold, but paused just before entering the gate. He turned back and issued one final command: "Go! Smash every single Meng family asset in Tianxiang City, whether public or private! No, scratch that—have Hai Chenfeng take over everything directly. Just beat up the personnel. Make sure you watch the person in charge and confirm they leave with nothing! If the Meng Family is unsatisfied, tell them it was Jun Mo Xie’s order. This is just collecting interest; the final bill will be settled later!"

Fifty to sixty members of the Can Tian team acknowledged in unison and surged out in a clamor...

Directly taking over all Meng Family assets?! And this was only "interest"? They would even settle the "final bill"!

Jun Wuyi rolled his eyes heavenward, feeling that he understood his nephew less and less—

In the Imperial Palace, the Emperor frowned deeply, facing Scholar Wen who sat opposite him.

The two usually conducted their discussions over a game of Go, but this time, the Emperor had lost all leisure for playing chess and discussing the world.

Alas.

He was deeply worried!

Looking at the mountains of memorials piled beside him, a bitter expression crossed the Emperor's face. The contents of the memorials were almost identical—requests to punish Jun Mo Xie!

Bring Jun Mo Xie to justice!

Jun Mo Xie disregards the law and his sovereign, disrupts the capital, brings shame upon the realm, and deserves death. We await Your Majesty's decision!

We urge Your Majesty to decide quickly, or the nation will fall!

We implore Your Majesty to decide promptly...

The Emperor sighed deeply, Decide... I want to decide too. If anyone desires Jun Mo Xie’s elimination more than me, I doubt anyone could be more urgent, but... do you people think too highly of me?

A person must have some self-awareness! Previously, Jun Zhantian’s strength was considerable, but he only ever reached the peak of Tian Xuan, never advancing further, because any further progress would surely be intolerable to Yin Cheng. Even though Jun Zhantian had military power, I had means to undermine his foundation. Sending Jun Wuyi and Jun Mo Xie on the expedition to Tiannan was the first step to crushing the Jun Family.

But the world is like chess; every move is fraught with danger, rarely going as planned. Those who calculate are also calculated against.

The journey to Tiannan resulted in Uncle Jun Wuyi and his nephew not only escaping unharmed but gaining immense notoriety. Worse still, Jun Mo Xie managed to single-handedly fight four Shen Xuan masters and achieve absolute victory! What level of strength requires that? This is simply unimaginable!