Upon seeing Jun Moxie's fierce and menacing look, the man could only sigh at his misfortune, lamenting that the moment he stepped out, he ran into such a frightening sight, and this one looked like a vicious bully. With a grimace, he managed, "It's just ahead; follow the flow of the crowd for a moment and you’ll be there."

Jun Moxie grunted and released him. The man bolted into the crowd, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Jun Moxie twisted his mouth slightly and swayed along with the throng.

Hmm, the man wasn't entirely wrong; this Tanguan Tower was indeed on the way. Knowing this young master was headed in this direction, they actually chose this spot to host some grand musical feast... If I don't go, wouldn't I be wasting such a thoughtful invitation?

And so, adhering to the principle of finding joy in helping others, Jun Moxie strolled toward Tanguan Tower…

In another direction, near the West Gate. Likewise, a contingent of people was speeding toward Tanguan Tower.

As the group stepped through the West Gate and saw the surging crowds, hearing mentions of the Musical Feast and Young Master Chen, they all paused in surprise.

One woman, gracefully slender and masked in black gauze, snorted from atop her horse, "It seems this Young Master Chen is quite famous. He hasn't even started playing yet, and already so many people are rushing over to listen…"

Beside her, an elderly man of a hundred years cautiously inquired, "My… Miss, perhaps we should go take a look?"

"Very well. I hardly expected to receive such a grand surprise shortly after entering **city. Let Zhan Mengdie see for herself just how 'heartbreaking' my fiancé, the Heartbreak Young Master of the Xuanxuan Continent, truly is…" The young woman hummed slightly, spoke, and gently urged her mount forward with her long legs. The sturdy horse advanced slowly, carefully navigating around the crowds in the street.

The old man’s eyes filled with affectionate warmth as he followed behind her.

He had watched this young lady grow up, pouring all his devotion into her over the years; he viewed her as his own granddaughter. Her engagement had just been settled this year, yet she had never even met the Young Master of the Chen family.

That was why he had encouraged her to go see what this Young Master Chen looked like; to see if the Miss might find him agreeable? More importantly, what was his character like? If, heaven forbid, his character proved rotten beneath a golden exterior, it would be best to make plans sooner rather than later…

With a sharp cry, the cavalcade of dozens accelerated simultaneously, following the young woman toward the direction of Tanguan Tower.

Crowds from every direction were converging on Tanguan Tower as their central point. As Jun Moxie advanced, he noticed that the closer he got to the structure, the calmer the atmosphere became, entirely lacking the clamor found elsewhere.

Upon reaching the immediate vicinity, he saw a dense mass of people, every single one craning their necks expectantly, yet not a single sound escaped their lips.

The colossal building at the center of the throng was clearly a seven-story tower, its front inscribed with a plaque: Tanguan Tower! The gold-lacquered characters shimmered brilliantly, flanked by an antithetical couplet: All elegance under heaven celebrates together; All worldly refinement crowns itself here!

Just as Jun Moxie arrived at the entrance, a piercingly clear string note suddenly rang out from the rooftop—Zheng! The sound was ethereal and translucent, like a spring deep in the mountains, washing over the soul, echoing softly. Instantly, the thousands gathered before Tanguan Tower fell into absolute silence!

Jun Moxie couldn't help but let out a slight, knowing laugh. He swaggered forward, and as he moved, the crowd parted like waves before him. Under the coercion of his imposing profound energy, a path was forcibly cleared. Everyone watched his retreating back with anger in their eyes, but deterred by his formidable Xuan Gong, they dared not speak. He walked staggeringly, as if drunk, right into Tanguan Tower!

The very moment Jun Moxie stepped inside, a cascade of delightful, crisp notes erupted from the rooftop. It was evident that the Heartbreak Young Master had officially begun his performance. The music was elegant and natural, completely devoid of any earthly dust, faintly imbued with a feeling of joyous welcome, as if a cherished guest had arrived from afar, bringing immense pleasure.

It was the piece, 'A Soulmate Draws Near'!

Among musicians on the Xuanxuan Continent, this piece was known by all, and many endeavored to learn it. However, it demanded supreme artistic conception; easy to learn, but nearly impossible to master. Those who could play it with the skill displayed now were exceedingly rare, having reached the zenith of this composition—a truly marvelous feat!

Jun Moxie smiled inwardly. The moment the zither music began, he had set one foot inside Tanguan Tower—not a fraction of a second before or after. It was as if perfectly coordinated. It seemed this Heartbreak Young Master was extending a gesture of goodwill toward him.

At that instant, within Jun Moxie’s own powerful Divine Sense scan, he detected over a dozen streams of Divine Sense instantly locking onto him. The disparity in their power levels was vast. The weakest among them possessed only Heavenly Profound cultivation, and a few slightly stronger ones were merely at the first or second grade of Divine Profound. However, several other Divine Sense auras were tremendously surging and imposing—cultivations clearly above the Sovereign level.

And then there were two exceptionally subtle auras, fluctuating, appearing and disappearing. Jun Moxie’s heart tightened: to conceal one’s cultivation so effectively required at least the Venerable level! And at least a second-tier Venerable!

It was truly unimaginable that the Chen family, this so-called super-aristocratic family of the secular world, could harbor so many masters! This defied all logic! Judging solely by the strength currently present, their power already surpassed the zenith of Wind and Snow Silver City!

How could a mere secular aristocratic family possibly be this formidable?

Therefore, the only explanation was: the vast majority of those projecting Divine Sense were personnel from the Three Great Holy Lands!

It appeared the Three Great Holy Lands were absolutely determined to eradicate the Dongfang Family this time! But—

Jun Moxie felt an odd sense of amusement. The Three Great Holy Lands had always employed cautious, probing tactics against him, never truly taking him seriously. This had consistently allowed him to dictate the flow of battle and launch counterattacks.

Now, when they finally recognized his might and decided to commit fully, aiming to eliminate him completely, fate, through Zhan Mubai, had spread the 'accurate' news of his supposed death.

Mo Wudao, unable to vent the frustration brewing in his chest, was now taking it out on his maternal relatives' family, basing his strategy solely on the perceived strength of the Dongfang Family. Honestly, the current deployment was more than sufficient; the quality of masters deployed could easily wipe out two Dongfang Families. But, purely by chance… he had returned!

With the Chen family's inherent strength plus the reinforcements from the Three Great Holy Lands, confronting the Dongfang Family would certainly be more than enough, perhaps even excessively abundant. But pitting that force against him… that was undeniably like an egg striking a rock! And judging by the current situation, it seemed unwise to pass up this opportunity!

In the previous confrontations between the two sides, when he and Mei Xueyan had arrived at the Dongfang Family estate, enduring relentless pursuit and fighting numerous battles along the way—that was merely the prelude.

The subsequent Battle of Wind and Snow Silver City could have been the decisive clash, but he buried it all beneath a single Sword Peak. Then, the battle south of Tianxiang City, where he faced six Great Saints alone; their lineup was certainly imposing, yet they ultimately ended in disastrous failure, retreating in disarray.

Now, let this very **city he occupied become the stage for the third decisive battle!

After all, following this fight, it would be impossible for him to remain hidden any longer. He might as well use this chance to cause a major uproar, striking fear, pain, and even death into his enemies. That has always been the most correct approach when dealing with adversaries!

The Three Great Holy Lands intended to use the secular Zhan and Chen families as tools against the Dongfang Family, who also belonged to the secular sphere. But Jun Moxie could just as easily use the Zhan and Chen families as bait, luring more of those powerful figures out so he could eliminate a greater number in one go…

Jun Moxie remained unperturbed, gracefully stepping into Tanguan Tower. He keenly sensed the scrutiny of more than a dozen piercing gazes constantly fixed upon him, yet he maintained an appearance of complete unawareness, pushing through the crowds and ascending the stairs.

He reached the seventh-floor pinnacle, where the clear zither melody seemed even more joyful. Jun Moxie looked up and saw, near the railing, a refined young man in white robes sitting properly behind an ancient-style zither stand. Before him rested a seven-stringed guqin, its strings being deftly plucked by ten fingers, emitting a pure, melodious sound, clear and moving like a gurgling spring.

This youth had a face like polished jade and delicate features. Even seated, he appeared tall and slender. In his expression, a faint air of loneliness and weariness could be discerned. Positioned at the very peak of the tower, with the wind blowing from all directions, his snow-white robes billowed softly. He looked as though he might ascend on the wind at any moment—truly possessing an indescribable, elegant detachment.

Behind him, two young maids in green silently attended to an incense burner that emitted soft, rising tendrils of smoke.

Surrounded by thousands below, this small space on the rooftop seemed filled with an atmosphere of profound stillness.

Just as Jun Moxie stepped up, the youth flicked his fingers, and the zither produced a series of connected, clear notes that abruptly ceased. He then raised his head, looking at Jun Moxie with eyes clear black and white, a faint smile playing on his lips.

This simple act of looking up was imbued with an elegance and ethereal grace.

Jun Moxie keenly perceived that while the Heartbreak Young Master was smiling, beneath the surface his gaze held a detachment, a coldness, and a lingering, inexplicable sorrow. Deep within his eyes, there was also a faint trace of helplessness…

The moment he saw this man, Jun Moxie inexplicably thought of another person: Li Youran!

Between Li Youran and the youth before him, their spiritual bearing and demeanor were strikingly similar! It was the kind of detached confidence accumulated over generations within a great aristocratic clan, a noble grace emanating from the very bone marrow!

But a single word surfaced in Jun Moxie’s mind: Tired!

He possesses grace, he has bearing, he has everything he ought to have, but—he lacks himself!

Living like this day after day, isn't it exhausting?

Are you living for yourself, or are you living for style, for temperament, for the image of a gentleman?

Therefore, Jun Moxie felt weariness, a genuine sense of it. The young master casually strode in, casually sat down on a chair, crossed his left leg over his right, propped up his ankle, and leaned back lazily, squinting and scoffing, "A distinguished guest has traveled far, yet there isn't even a cup of tea? What kind of hospitality is this?"

The youth’s elegant face immediately broke into a smile, a smile of utmost gentleness, like the most beautiful maiden in her flowering season, carrying a hint of shyness. He responded with a mellow laugh, "A distinguished guest has traveled far; my joy is immense! Tea, of course, we have! Not just tea, but a token of my regard as well."

With that, the young man lightly clapped his hands and called out crisply, "Bring tea! Bring the finest tea!"

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