It seems that every master of Young Master Jun has become a sworn enemy of the Saint Emperor powerhouses, both past and present! What a disaster!

Jun Moxie scanned the crowd towards his own table and, as expected, the Nine Serene Fourteenth Young Master was nowhere to be seen! This fellow truly lacked loyalty; seeing how miserable I am, he only thought of running away... You lot have completely ruined my plans! Young Master Jun felt like weeping without tears!

It was such a rare opportunity to meet the Nine Serene Fourteenth Young Master; he was, at this moment, Jun Moxie's number one powerful ally! During their conversation, Jun Moxie had already noticed a peculiar phenomenon: wherever the Nine Serene Fourteenth Young Master went, the surrounding Heaven and Earth spiritual energy would automatically converge towards him! In other words, even without actively cultivating, this fellow was constantly in a healing state! Based on Jun Moxie's estimation, although this fellow had been severely injured before, he should have recovered quite a bit by now. While making a move immediately might still pose some difficulty, in a few more days, it shouldn't be a major issue. With such terrifying recovery speed, those injuries were absolutely not a big problem for him.

One must recall the battle in the Sky Punishment Forest; the injuries sustained by the Nine Serene Fourteenth Young Master were enough to terrify any onlooker. Just his chest, around the heart, had been pierced through twice, and the third sword thrust had turned his five viscera and six bowels into a candied haw on a stick... Not to mention countless other scars, any single one of which would have sent an ordinary person to reincarnation, yet this guy was still jumping around lively, even traveling thousands of miles to indulge a hobby...

Calculating this way, this fellow should be able to exert considerable fighting strength in just a few more days? Then, if there was an enemy I couldn't handle, I could just divert the calamity towards them—wouldn't that be fantastic? The blame previously was always taken by Chu Qihun; wouldn't it be nice to switch to someone else now?! This was Jun Moxie’s grand plan! But this perfect plan had clearly died in the cradle, at least in the short term. Leaving aside whether I can even escape my current predicament, even if I could, finding someone like the Nine Serene Fourteenth Young Master again in this vast City of Sorrow would be an impossible feat! Unless he sought me out himself! This luck has truly plummeted to the bottom.

Looking at the eight agitated Saint Emperors before him, Jun Moxie felt an urge to flare up! Fine, since you all treat the God of Slaughter like Tang Monk’s flesh, I might as well give you all a proper surprise! Finally, the eight Saint Emperors felt that leaving Jun Moxie placed upon the table was rather unsightly, so they lifted him down and sat him on a chair. Then the eight of them began to stare at each other again. Finally...

"Listen here... Kid, I see your aptitude is excellent. Are you willing to take me as your master? I am the ancestor of the Zhan family head, a Saint Emperor master in the martial world! As long as you follow me, you can have whatever you want, endless glory and wealth..." After a period of stalemate, Zhan Mubai, having the thickest skin, finally broke the silence, going for the preemptive strike. He couldn't afford to wait; the other seven were rivals, and he couldn't compete against seven of them alone! This kid is still a mortal right now; perhaps riches and glory can move him. At least it’s worth a try. If the little fellow nods, I’ll grab him and leave, not caring about anything else.

But Zhan Mubai was interrupted before he could finish: "What? Follow you? And talk about glory and wealth? Old man Zhan, why do you sound like you're trying to take a concubine? How can the vulgar things of the mortal world enter the eyes of someone like me? Kid, don't listen to him; this old scoundrel is lecherous, shameless, despicable, and utterly vile—a first-rate rogue! It should be me; I was once known as the Saint Sword Scholar, famous and full of integrity, with profound Xuan Gong..."

The speaker was the Bai-surnamed Saint Emperor from the Phantom Mansion; he had just addressed Zhan Mubai as 'Brother Zhan,' but now that interests conflicted, his tone shifted, and Zhan Mubai became the 'lecherous, shameless, despicable, and utterly vile, first-rate rogue' in his mouth! The speed of this tone shift was truly astonishing...

The change in mentality was drastic, and the words showed absolutely no restraint. The reason for all this was simple: the innate talent of the youth before them had truly reached a level that defied the heavens! Just looking at his current cultivation, though only at the Silver Xuan level, his entire network of meridians was exquisitely clear, without the slightest obstruction. This indicated that no matter what kind or level of Xuan Gong he cultivated in the future, he would face absolutely no bottlenecks! Among those who practice martial arts, who doesn't encounter bottlenecks? The eight present, despite all being Saint Emperor powerhouses, their current cultivation levels were the result of several hundred years of rich accumulation! During their centuries-long cultivation journey, at least two-thirds of that time was spent breaking through layer upon layer of bottlenecks! No bottlenecks... What kind of monster would that be?

The crowd dared not even imagine! Although they had the testament left by the Nine Serene First Young Master, proving its authenticity, since it hadn't been seen for ten thousand years, they had only treated it as the most beautiful legend. But now, the legend had come true! Right before them stood such a superhuman monster! With such heaven-defying aptitude, merely accumulating strength could allow one to advance smoothly all the way to the Saint Emperor level! This sort of talent, capable of seizing the creation of heaven and earth and pushing the limits of possibility, might not be unprecedented, but it was certainly unique since the era of the Nine Serene First Young Master. Furthermore, it could be predicted that in the coming years, another might not appear; it was absolutely a treasure to be encountered, not sought after!

All eight old men became simultaneously excited, their greedy gazes locked onto Jun Moxie.

How timid could Young Master Jun be? To say he was audacious would not be an overstatement, but today, right now, he truly felt his liver tremble! He was genuinely a bit scared! Frankly, anyone would be scared. A young man surrounded by eight old monsters centuries old, with surrounding gazes full of desire, anticipation, and an absolute refusal to let go—who wouldn't be afraid?!

After arguing for a while, they reached a deadlock; none of them were willing to let go! Such a prodigious talent—it would be ghostly if they gave up!

"Enough, what kind of decorum is this constant clamor? What status do we possess? We are all old, and yet we are fighting over a successor—how could you people do something so undignified? It’s shameful for the younger generation to witness!" Cao Guofeng frowned and said, "Each of you already has heaps of disciples and grandchildren? I am still a solitary man right now. How dare you fight me for this? I believe only I can devote myself wholeheartedly to cultivating this child! Allowing him to achieve the best possible development!"

Everyone rolled their eyes. If it were an ordinary talent, or even a few rare talented constitutions, we wouldn't argue with you. But this is the Ethereal Constitution! Who wouldn't be envious? You preach to us about upholding moral standards, yet you yourself refuse to? Claiming only you can cultivate him wholeheartedly? That’s utter nonsense. If someone had such a disciple, who wouldn't cultivate him wholeheartedly, even dismissing all previous disciples without a second thought!

"Brother Cao speaks reason; a genius like this indeed requires focused cultivation. However, while Brother Cao has no disciples, he holds a high and busy position in the Phantom Mansion. Unlike me, I am but a recluse... Heh heh... I also have no disciples worthy of inheriting my mantle." Zhan Mubai said with a fawning smile, "Brother Cao, why don't you let this one go to your little brother? With Brother Cao's abilities, you will surely find better ones in the future. My descendant is actually quite good too! He has a natural Innate Profound Yin Extreme Meridian, perfectly suited for Brother Cao's unique core technique cultivation. What do you say..."

Cao Guofeng rolled his eyes and directly interrupted: "Better? Zhan Mubai, you don't even need to look for one. Just name a constitution better than the Ethereal Constitution, and I will immediately yield it to you! You have quite a plan—not only do you want to seize this child, but you also want me to worry about your sickly great-grandson? What are you thinking? Do all the good things belong to you alone?"

Zhan Mubai stammered, "Brother Cao, are you truly so unreasonable? Forget it, if you won't take my great-grandson as a disciple, so be it. I won't press you further. Now, you won't even let me have a disciple? Brother Cao, shouldn't one be reasonable in life? You can't leave me without an heir and without someone to pass on my legacy..."

Cao Guofeng nearly passed out from anger, gritting his teeth, "Zhan Mubai, how dare you utter such shameless words! How am I being unreasonable! That constitution of your great-grandson is not something I can decide; that's up to his parents! My willingness to accept your great-grandson is a favor; my unwillingness is fairness—that is true reason! I won't say anything else, but your entire Zhan family, all several thousand members, aren't they all your descendants? Now, I have searched for an heir for seven hundred years, and you claim him as yours? You... do you still have any sense of shame? Who is being unreasonable here? Ask everyone present to judge!"

"If it were just any ordinary person, I wouldn't fight for him, but this boy's constitution is absolutely no less than that monstrous Jun Moxie! I will never give up on a talent like this. Could it be that Brother Cao is relying on the fact that everyone present belongs to your Phantom Mansion forces to bully the few with overwhelming numbers, forcing me to accept a disciple?" Zhan Mubai completely resorted to being unreasonable. Not only did he falsely accuse the Phantom Mansion of intending to oppress the minority with superior numbers, but he also instantly recast Young Master Jun as his own disciple—the speed of this identity change was truly astonishing.

Cao Guofeng's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that monstrous Jun Moxie also has the Ethereal Constitution?"

"What the constitution of that little thief Jun Moxie is, we didn't investigate closely before; we simply didn't have the time! But it is a fact witnessed by all that Jun Moxie did reach the second level of Venerable Realm before the age of eighteen. Even if he had the guidance of a famous master, with such a promotion speed... what kind of constitution do you think he has?" Zhan Mubai snorted and said, "And this kid before us, though he is also around eighteen or nineteen, is fundamentally still a piece of rough, unpolished jade. The only thing lacking is guidance from a renowned master; if polished by me, he might not be much worse than Jun Moxie, perhaps even stronger. I have the confidence that this child might just be the second Nine Serene First Young Master!"

"You have that confidence, but don't I have it too? Your three great holy lands fighting for power and profit have made the mortal world so murky and chaotic. If this child is truly given to you, it will definitely be wasted. Absolutely not. Even if you talk until the sky falls, there is no room for discussion..." Cao Guofeng was determined; he would not let this disciple go!

The narrator still failed to rent himself out today. Instead, in the afternoon, my cousin brought her husband over to my place for a couple's meal... As they left, they took two of my cigarettes, claiming it was her Valentine's Day gift for her husband... I, who was near tears, had no choice but to furiously type and earn money to win back my two premium Changbaishan cigarettes—which I had only just begged from someone else for the Spring Festival...