Barely having entered the courtyard and seeing the main assembly hall of the Dongfang family ahead, Dongfang Wendao slapped his own head, turned around, and said, "Right... you lad better be careful of your eldest maternal uncle. No matter how much your strength has improved, your eldest uncle will still play tricks on you.

In short, you are in deep trouble this time!" As he spoke, the corner of his mouth twitched, pulling out a strange, cryptic smile. "Huh? What's wrong with Eldest Uncle?" Jun Moye had been so consumed by recent events that he had completely forgotten the prank from before.

His question was genuine surprise. "And you ask what's wrong? You caused the mess yourself, and you don't know about it?" Dongfang Wendao suddenly burst into a weird, booming laugh, his wide mouth practically stretching back to his ears, clearly delighted.

...One-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, change the posture, do it again... Hahahaha... "Pfft..." The ridiculous antic from the Third Uncle made Jun Moxiang choke on the air he was breathing.

He instantly recalled that masterpiece of mischief and couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. "I must say, you brat, you are too utterly mischievous! Hahaha...

You actually made your eldest uncle... Hahaha, such a serious man, stand up every night, constantly changing his posture... It was exhausting...

And he was even, damn it, suspended in mid-air... Hahaha..." Dongfang Wendao had been trying hard to restrain himself, but thinking of the incident finally made him unable to stop laughing. The more he laughed, the funnier it became, until he finally collapsed onto the ground, clutching his stomach and rubbing away the tears streaming from his eyes.

Jun Moye laughed for a moment, then his face froze in shock. It suddenly dawned on him that he had seemingly planted a bomb here... It looked like that Eldest Uncle had already recovered and was ready to deal with him...

What was he to do now? Baili Luoyun and the others clearly had no idea what the nephew and uncle found so hilarious. They watched eagerly, their faces full of gossip-hungry anticipation.

And precisely at that moment, a sudden, fierce roar erupted: "Third Brother! What nonsense are you spouting in here?!" The accent was thick, indicating deep anger! Following the shout, a massive, imposing figure rapidly appeared before everyone.

The newcomer possessed extraordinary bearing: three long beards cascaded down his chest, his face was square and resolute, featuring phoenix eyes, prominent crease brows, a straight nose, and a firm mouth, radiating authority! It was none other than Young Master Jun’s Eldest Maternal Uncle, Dongfang Wenqing, the First Master Dongfang! However, the First Master Dongfang's previously fair complexion was now the color of a ripe jujube, his eyes spewing fire, and he was panting heavily.

The more one looked, the more he resembled the venerable Guan Yu... "Jun Moye! You little beast!

Good timing that you showed up! I thought you little rat would hide in the Heavenly Punishment Deadly Grounds for a lifetime! If you hadn't come, I would have personally gone to the Heavenly Punishment Forest to fetch you!

Since you little scoundrel conveniently delivered yourself, it saves this old man a long trek! If I don't properly discipline you, you wretched thing today, wouldn't I be failing heaven’s laws and proper order!" First Master Dongfang's face shifted from red to purple, his roar thundering like lightning, utterly ferocious! Following this thunderous outburst, First Master Dongfang lunged forward, extending his fan-like hands, aiming directly for Jun Moye’s chest!

Baili Luoyun and Leng Ao exchanged glances: Was this... the legendary greeting between a nephew and uncle? Why was the process so bizarre?

The first uncle seemed to clutch his stomach and laugh until he ached, and this second uncle, upon meeting, bombarded the young master with four or five different titles before immediately trying to fight him? What kind of complicated relationship did this family have... Jun Moye let out a miserable shriek and turned tail to run!

Given the situation, how could he dare let Dongfang Wenqing catch him? This was his own maternal uncle! Fighting back was out of the question, even blocking him was impossible.

The only option was to flee for his life. If he were truly caught, being thoroughly thrashed would be unavoidable! "Granny...

Help! Uncle is trying to kill someone! Save me!" Young Master Jun darted out from under Dongfang Wenqing’s armpit, screaming tragically all the way, as if he were already being brutally abused...

"You lawless little whelp, you dare run! Stop right there for this old man!" First Master Dongfang was practically bursting with rage, chasing close behind with long, swift strides. In an instant, the nephew and uncle moved from chasing across the courtyard into the main hall, and then burst out from the empty hall, one pursuing and the other fleeing.

Jun Moye screamed for help the entire way, his volume deafening, throwing the entire Dongfang family into chaos as countless people poked their heads out to see what was going on... Seeing things were turning sour, Young Master Jun immediately fled towards the inner courtyard, seeking reinforcements. First Master Dongfang, gritting his teeth, pursued relentlessly.

He maintained a determined look of never giving up until he settled the score! His stance could be summarized as: If you fly to heaven, I will chase you to the Empyrean Palace; if you dive into the sea, I will chase you to the Crystal Palace! If you burrow underground, I will chase you to the Courts of Yama; if you travel west, I will chase you straight up to the Great Hero Hall!

In short, traversing heaven and hell, he absolutely had to vent this anger! When in his life had First Master Dongfang ever suffered such a monumental humiliation? For years, the lack of descendants had truly driven him frantic.

Now that he had finally grasped a glimmer of hope, how could he let it slip? Of the three unfilial acts, having no heir is the greatest... Therefore, upon receiving Jun Moye’s "secret method" concerning procreation...

First Master Dongfang followed the instructions meticulously. Every movement, every action, strictly adhered to Jun Moye’s “secret method,” not daring to slight any detail... After much effort, the results were undeniably significant.

Within a few months, he saw several wives and concubines sporting noticeably rounded bellies. It was impossible to describe the immense satisfaction and joy First Master Dongfang felt... At that time, if he had met his good nephew Jun Moye, he probably would have knelt down and kowtowed!

What did concepts of seniority or hierarchy matter then? This was a kindness that saved a man's dignity! But after an accidental conversation with his Second Brother, Dongfang Wenjian, he learned the truth...

First Master Dongfang finally understood: the medicine Jun Moye had given him had already cured his underlying issues; pregnancy could happen without any need for special chants or bizarre postures... This meant that while his good nephew had saved him, he had also played him for a complete fool! Worse still, this embarrassing affair had been fully disclosed to his Second Brother!

And what was even harder to accept was that this Second Brother was a notorious gossip! ...So, first the Third Brother found out... and then...

For a period, wherever First Master Dongfang went, he could hear laughter. This caused the Elder Master to develop a new affliction: an allergy to laughter! Merely hearing a laugh would send him into a furious rage, regardless of the circumstances...

But, in one’s life, who hasn’t experienced something happy and funny? Take a simple example: someone accidentally farting in public can still provoke a burst of happy chuckles... Not to mention, there were countless incidents like this...

By now, First Master Dongfang was nearly neurotic. Upon hearing any laughter, he immediately assumed it was directed at him! Now, seeing the architect of his misery suddenly appear, Dongfang Wenqing was furious beyond measure!

He would not let him off under any circumstances; absolutely could not let him go, definitely not!!! "Ahem! What's going on?

What happened? Is there a revolt?" Amidst the chase, a dignified cough rang out. Old Madam Dongfang emerged from the inner chambers, looking composed and serene.

She saw the entire courtyard in utter disarray, filled with frantic chaos! Second Master Dongfang Wenjian was hiding behind, covering his mouth, his entire body showing signs of an impending convulsion... The great savior had finally arrived.

Jun Moye felt instantly pardoned and zipped behind the Old Madam, his face a picture of grievance: "Granny... Uncle has gone mad... The moment I arrived, he tried to beat me to death...

What is going on! Save me!" Old Madam Dongfang secretly rolled her eyes in exasperation: Who would try to beat you to death for no reason? Didn't you cause this trouble yourself back then?

Does he think I’m truly senile? But the Elder Madam possessed profound cultivation and maturity. Her face showed only feigned astonishment as she scolded Dongfang Wenqing: "Stop it!

Both of you, what kind of decorum is this! Look at the mess you two, one old and one young, have made of this courtyard! Even if the younger one is being playful, have you, the elder, become addicted to the game too?

Tell me the whole story, from beginning to end! Tell me what happened!" When nephew and uncle fought, the Old Madam would naturally side with her grandson; this was beyond doubt. However, this seemingly fair question nearly made First Master Dongfang choke and pass out.

The whole story from the beginning? Was that something that could be told? His face immediately flushed purple, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Jun Moye: "Good...

good... little whelp, you, you, you... you just wait for me..." Jun Moye cried out aggrievedly: "Uncle, if the truth isn't spoken, how can things be resolved?

Granny is right. Even if I truly did something wrong, say it out, and let everyone judge. If I am truly wrong, I’ll let you beat me to vent your anger without complaint...

But you start beating me without saying a word... I am so wronged... I just got home after traveling thousands of miles, I haven't even had a sip of hot water, and I’m immediately subjected to a furious beating—who could bear that?

If your nephew did something wrong, please just tell me..." At this moment, the expression on Young Master Jun’s face was a perfect portrayal of the greatest injustice under the heavens, like snow falling in the sixth lunar month! A mournful melody breaks the heart; where in the world does one find a soul who understands? First Master Dongfang’s eyes widened, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

He gasped repeatedly, furious, but utterly unable to utter a single word. He was clearly forced to swallow this silent injustice today... "Hahahaha..." At the courtyard entrance, Third Master Dongfang Wendao, who was already sitting on the ground from laughing so hard, suddenly let out another burst of explosive laughter.

He laughed so hard he was sprawled on the ground, tears and snot flowing, his large fist repeatedly pounding the ground, his whole body convulsing and trembling violently like a sieve. Eventually, he became so breathless he couldn't catch his wind... Dongfang Wenqing finally found an outlet for his rage.

He roared, "Third Brother, what are you foolishly laughing about over there?! Have you no sense of propriety at all!" As he spoke, he quickly charged forward. Dongfang Wendao sensed danger upon hearing this.

His laughter hadn't stopped, but he already jumped up, intending to flee. However, his massive fit of laughter had drained all his strength. Before he could even run wildly, his Elder Brother seized him.

Then, like a sandbag, he was lifted out, followed immediately by a dense series of popping explosions from outside, sounding just like firecrackers...