Jun Moxie casually dusted himself off, then swaggered to the chair and sat down, dismissing the minor scrapes as utterly inconsequential. One full cycle of the Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong and everything was fine again. After all, Guan Qinghan would never truly strike with deadly intent!

Suddenly sensing something amiss across from him, he looked up to find his third uncle—that great general who commanded battlefields—staring at him with an expression of utter shock. No, it was more than shock; it was deep-seated dread. In the depths of his eyes were thick layers of scrutiny, even tinged with a sliver of fear, a hint of astonishment, and a profound reverence!

“How… how did you actually do that?” Jun Wuyi demanded, his face grim, his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s. “Who taught you? Who possesses such skill—is it some legendary Supreme Divine Mystic Master?!”

Jun Moxie paused, then understood, and suddenly let out a hearty laugh. After a long moment, he raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

“To forge the spirit of a true hero, one must possess the heart to kill!” Jun Moxie chuckled darkly. “What Third Uncle truly wants to know, I suspect, is just how many people I’ve had to slay to reach this current realm?”

From the look on Jun Wuyi’s face, Jun Moxie knew his astute uncle had seen through something. Even if his instinctive reaction managed to suppress the signs in time, trace elements always remained. Perhaps Guan Qinghan, being too close to the action and limited in strength, couldn't perceive it, but what kind of man was Jun Wuyi? A Earth Mystic expert, a battle-hardened general, and conveniently situated as an objective observer—how could he possibly miss it?

Jun Wuyi grunted, then snapped, “Moxie, killing the enemy on the battlefield, taking their lives, is unavoidable; but you never joined the army, yet you’ve cultivated such a mastery of killing. How did you learn it? This level of attainment is impossible without immense, bloody experience. Unless you…”

Jun Wuyi’s voice trembled, laced more with fury than anything else: “You’ve been in the Imperial Capital all this time… have you been practicing this skill by taking the lives of common people?!”

“Third Uncle, who has experienced so much life and death, speaks such naive words! The art of killing is not necessarily achieved only through the act of killing,” Jun Moxie stated casually. “In truth, as long as you can truly familiarize yourself with and understand every single bone, every single joint in the human body, the skill will come naturally.”

He narrowed his eyes. “The human body, regardless of gender, possesses two hundred and six bones, which means there are also two hundred and six joints! From above the thigh upward, no matter front, back, left, or right, there exist vital points capable of delivering a fatal blow with a single strike! And for any kind of move executed, there will always be a fatal weakness left exposed that cannot be defended!”

“To strike, one must utilize bones and manipulate joints. The greatest stress falls upon those utilized parts. At that moment, the section not being used becomes the flaw—a flaw sufficient to kill! Once you locate that flaw, then the part he is currently employing also becomes a weakness! Once you grasp all this thoroughly, finding the position most advantageous to yourself and most detrimental to the enemy becomes effortless! When I told Grandfather I didn’t know how to fight, I spoke with absolute sincerity. If I had countered with my full strength today, how many times would Sister-in-law have died? At least a hundred times! Did Third Uncle manage to count them all!”

Jun Moxie squinted, his pearly white teeth flashing. “I must admit, I’ve grown accustomed to this instinct. The landing point of my strike is almost always in such a location—a spot that guarantees instant fatality! This shouldn't be so surprising, should it? In this world, who understands the human body better than a physician? But tell me, Third Uncle, have you ever seen a physician learn to save lives by killing too many people?!”

Jun Wuyi froze, roaring, “You are twisting logic!”

Jun Moxie sighed. “Actually, Third Uncle knows perfectly well. From my childhood, you’ve essentially watched me grow up. Although we haven't met often these past two years, the Jun family’s intelligence network has detailed records of where I went every day, what I did every hour. Ah, even when I was indulging in the pleasures of the night, they recorded the duration and the identity of the woman, even investigating that woman’s birth date, family background, and all eighteen generations of her ancestors in minute detail. Third Uncle, do you truly believe I possess the ability to kill people without making a sound? Such speculation is utterly absurd, isn’t it?!”

Jun Wuyi was rendered speechless, caught between a laugh and a cry, utterly dumbfounded!

“Is there truly a King of Assassins born into this world?” Jun Wuyi stared, his mind suddenly reeling. This completely shattered his established norms, leaving even this iron-blooded general bewildered…

Jun Moxie secretly wiped a bead of cold sweat and let out a long, quiet breath. Good heavens, that was exhausting. Deceiving this current Third Uncle was proving incredibly difficult!

“But you, why are you so intensely interested in such murderous arts? And your accomplishments are so high! This seems… too much for your current standing…” Jun Wuyi had not yet given up, pressing his inquiry.

“Third Uncle, since this nephew arrived in this world, I have never killed a single person,” a hint of loneliness and longing flashed in the depths of Jun Moxie’s eyes; he spread his hands, his face radiating sincerity and candor. This expression was so utterly genuine that anyone seeing it would instantly know he was speaking the absolute truth, the innermost thoughts of his heart!

And it was the truth! But what Jun Moxie meant by “since this nephew arrived in this world” was not the original Jun Moxie, but himself. The King of Assassins, the Evil Lord!

Just then, **quietly approached, bowed respectfully, and reported, “Third Master, Young Master; there is someone outside asking to see Third Master, stating there is urgent news to report.” As she spoke, she glanced at the dirt on Jun Moxie’s clothes, the little loli feeling a pang of heartache: Poor Young Master, being abused again. Lately, the Young Master had been much kinder; he truly didn't deserve such mistreatment!

Jun Moxie urgently called out, “Let him in quickly!”

Finally, a savior had arrived; the timing couldn't have been better.

A moment later, a man in green stepped in with a steady gait, his steps firm, his eyes sharp, and his expression composed. Jun Moxie appraised him, thinking this man was quite talented, not bad at all.

“General, we have found the person who purchased the Nine-Leaf Grass.”

“Who is it?” Jun Wuyi and Jun Moxie asked in unison.

“It is… Young Master Tang Yuan of the Tang family,” the man said, glancing at Jun Moxie with some hesitation before speaking.

“Tang Yuan?!” Jun Moxie exclaimed in disbelief. “Why on earth would that fatty buy Nine-Leaf Grass? Is there someone in the Tang residence who needs this medicinal herb?”

“This… your subordinate does not know for the moment.”

Jun Wuyi and Jun Moxie exchanged a look, neither speaking. The messenger wisely retreated, vanishing silently.

“Could it be… that news has leaked?” Jun Wuyi pondered.

“Absolutely not!” Jun Moxie replied with certainty, though his brow furrowed immediately. “But why would that fatty buy the Nine-Leaf Grass? The uses for this herb are quite obscure; this matter truly requires careful thought.” After a moment of reflection, he looked up. “Third Uncle, do you remember saying there were three stalks of Nine-Leaf Grass discovered this time?”

“Indeed!”

“In that case, having it in the hands of Fatty Tang is better than in someone else’s. I’ll find a way to make him cough up two stalks! Leave this matter to me!” Jun Moxie said with great confidence. The jade pendant and sword that the fatty Tang lost gambling were still in his possession. If he asked to trade for two herbs, he was certain the fatty would flee faster than a rabbit! He might as well let the dead fatty get away with a small gain!

“Very well,” Jun Wuyi said with a faint smile, glancing at his leg, a hint of excitement visible in his eyes. Only one more medicinal ingredient was needed: the Scripture-Burning Lotus!