(Second Update!) Gu Feiyu was stunned for a moment, then his tone turned chillingly cold. "Perhaps I truly am nothing special, but..."

"Since you already admit you're nothing special, why are you still drawing a 'but' in front of me?" Jun Mo Xie cut him off, adopting a tone that suggested he surveyed the world from above as he looked at Gu Feiyu. "Although I am admittedly not overly gifted, I possess the Ethereal Physique! In the span of ten thousand years, aside from the progenitor of profound arts, the Nine Nether First Youth, I am the only one to ever possess this constitution! I myself may not be remarkable, but my physique certainly is."

Jun Mo Xie smiled at Gu Feiyu: "You feel you have nothing remarkable about you. I have one more remarkable thing than you, which makes me more remarkable than you. Do you accept this logic?!" A mocking glint appeared in his eyes: "So, in front of me... you have no right to say anything. Understand? Please remember this from now on!"

"A physique is merely something naturally endowed! It wasn't earned through your own effort, so what is there to boast about?" Gu Feiyu was nearly driven mad with anger, shouting furiously.

"Why can't I boast?! Precisely because I have two remarkable parents am I able to possess the ancient and rare Ethereal Physique. And because of this, I am superior to you! Why is that not worth boasting about? What kind of logic is that?" Jun Mo Xie regarded him like a cat playing with a mouse. "Young Master Gu, by saying that, are you implying your own parents are useless?"

Gu Feiyu was about to retort that he didn't mean that, but he was so choked with rage he couldn't speak.

Jun Mo Xie sighed softly, shaking his head with feigned pity, looking at Gu Feiyu with an expression of true commiseration. "Though my learning is shallow, I know the saying: Father's love is like a mountain, Mother's love is like the sea. Your parents labored to give birth to you, and toiled endlessly to raise you. And yet, simply because your physique is inferior to others, you regard your own parents as trash? Gu Feiyu, how could you be like this?"

Jun Mo Xie lamented with deep sorrow: "Of a hundred virtues, filial piety is the first! For you to conceive such a thought—this is unfilial! Grossly unfilial! It is rebellious! It is contrary to all reason! If you are unfilial, how can you speak of loyalty? Therefore, you are destined to be disloyal! If you are disloyal, who would dare employ you? You are unfilial and disloyal, harboring resentment towards your parents and superiors, so how could you ever be genuine with your friends? Thus, you are also inhumane and unjust! Gu Feiyu! A person of your disposition—disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, and unjust—how can you have the face to walk upon this earth? And yet, here you stand, congratulating yourself, thinking yourself superior as you bully others... You—you—you... Do you possess even a shred of shame!?"

Standing nearby, Xiao Douya's bright eyes involuntarily shone with utter admiration. Heavens, this Young Master Mo with the Ethereal Physique was truly incredible; he had elevated scolding to an art form. Previously, the other had merely pointed out that his innate Ethereal Physique was merely a stroke of luck, but he had twisted it into an accusation of disloyalty, unfilial conduct, injustice, and shamelessness...

This skill of forced and tenuous connections seemed unmatched even in the entire Misty Illusion Mansion! What formidable eloquence! Truly worthy of the legendary Ethereal Physique; even his verbal attacks flowed with such smoothness.

Miao Miao looked at Jun Mo Xie, and the cool scrutiny in her eyes finally shifted. This person, she realized, was absolutely someone who would show no mercy to his enemies! To press the advantage ruthlessly and kick someone when they were down—that must be his specialty!

Such a person could never be benign!

Gu Feiyu, driven into a frenzy of rage, let out a low, guttural roar before abruptly stepping forward. Clang! A metallic hiss ripped from his waist as his sword, already drawn, surged forth in a blur of yellow light, its tip instantly hovering at Jun Mo Xie’s throat! The blade shimmered with a clear, water-like brilliance, flickering right before Jun Mo Xie's Adam's apple. The chilling intent involuntarily caused the muscles beneath the young master's throat to erupt in goosebumps.

Jun Mo Xie’s expression remained unchanged. He stood perfectly still, instead fixing Gu Feiyu with a mocking, challenging gaze, dripping with disdain: "Gu Feiyu, since you've drawn your sword, why don't you just stab? Daringly! Stab forward! If your own courage isn't enough, I can lend you some more. Do you truly dare to kill me?"

Saying this, the young master completely disregarded the sword pressed tightly against his throat and instead deliberately stepped forward.

Gu Feiyu’s eyes burned with intensity, his face flushing scarlet, beads of hot sweat trickling down his forehead. His wrist began to tremble involuntarily. As Jun Mo Xie took a step forward, he was forced to retreat a large step. The treasured blade, moments ago pressed against his vital spot, now deviated from its original trajectory due to the difference in their steps—one small, one large.

Gu Feiyu’s wrist clearly tightened several times, and in that brief moment, veins visibly bulged. Maintaining the posture of the thrust was clearly an immense strain. To withdraw the sword, he absolutely refused; yet, to actually drive it in, he utterly lacked the courage!

His wrist tightened several times, veins bulging, but still, he dared not thrust it down!

Gu Feiyu’s eyes bulged, crisscrossed with blood vessels, as the standoff continued...

Gu Feiyu enjoyed great renown within the Mansion not only due to his powerful background but also because he was an intelligent man. He knew perfectly well that the person before him possessed the ancient and rare Ethereal Physique, an asset the highest echelons of the Mansion valued to the extreme.

Indeed, in the minds of those influential figures, they would rather die themselves than see any harm befall this individual with the Ethereal Physique! If he were to actually plunge his sword in, before tomorrow dawned, he and his entire clan would surely follow the path to the netherworld, swept away by the unrestrained wrath of those same influential figures!

Stabbing meant suicide, and suicide with the price of his entire family as a prerequisite. But to not stab, to withdraw the sword now, felt like swallowing down a blockage that simply wouldn't go down—it was neither expelled nor swallowed, and the feeling was indescribably agonizing.

Yet, the young master Jun was utterly self-assured. Holding such an invincible trump card, how could he not exploit it fully, humiliate, and toy with this bastard before him? Setting aside everything else, even if Gu Feiyu impulsively attacked, with the young master's current profound cultivation nearing the Fourth Level Saint Emperor, even if that sword strike landed true, with Gu Feiyu's mere strength at the Third Level of Divine Profundity, it would absolutely fail to harm him in the slightest!

Therefore, from every perspective—influence or raw strength—Young Master Jun held absolute certainty. If he detected any danger, the young master could vanish instantly; Gu Feiyu’s strength likely wouldn't even register the movement clearly.

Jun Mo Xie’s face twisted into a cold sneer. He advanced another step, still pressing his neck against the blade that had veered off course. This incredible maneuver actually forced Gu Feiyu to retreat repeatedly. He taunted, "What? Don't dare? Then why did you draw your sword just now? Huh? Is this a toy? Do you think you’re still a child? Huh? Do you need me to find you a wet nurse?!"

If it were purely about dealing with someone like Gu Feiyu, with the young master's current strength, he probably could crush him by extending a single little finger. But... the current situation was rather awkward. Firstly, he seemingly couldn't unleash his true power without exposing his identity.

Secondly, Jun Mo Xie wanted to escalate this incident as much as possible to gauge the limits of the Mansion’s tolerance. Thirdly... Miao Miao was standing right there!

All these factors—time, location, and personnel—made the situation awkward, especially the other two onlookers, Miao Miao and Xiao Douya, who seemed neither bribeable nor easily dismissed.

Miao Miao's father managed the Spirit Medicine Garden, which was the ultimate objective of this journey. And that place seemed to be an extremely mysterious, independent space. Even with heaven-reaching abilities, without sufficient intelligence, he had absolutely no chance of getting in...

Even someone of Cao Guofeng's standing was barred from entering the Spirit Medicine Garden, which showed just how stringent the defenses there were!

Therefore, forging a good relationship with the "ancestress," Miao Miao, was paramount. Not only must the relationship be good, but he needed to use this event as an opportunity to see if he could possibly sneak into the Spirit Medicine Garden through this connection...

This segment determined the success or failure of his entire venture into the Misty Illusion Mansion; it was critically important!

And the first step toward building a strong relationship with Young Lady Miao was to leave an indelible, profound impression in her mind—the more unforgettable, the better! She needed to know he was not to be trifled with, and more importantly, that his future would absolutely not be that of a mere mediocrity, establishing in her mind that he possessed immeasurable, towering value!

Only then would Miao Miao pay attention and actively seek his acquaintance. If he merely possessed the Ethereal Physique but acted like a complete rustic, he would at best be a very lucky fool, likely turning into the type of person who only knew cultivation and nothing of worldly affairs—a half-wit. Even if he eventually reached the pinnacle of being the world's strongest, he would only be utilized by those with ulterior motives, never truly valued by those shrewd individuals.

Because those shrewd people would always have methods to control such a person. Someone utterly invincible but lacking intellect and personal wisdom would only become a combat tool manipulated at will.

Possessing peerless martial power without corresponding wisdom ensures only a massive tragedy as an endpoint. Jun Mo Xie realized this deeply when reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his previous life. Lu Bu was undoubtedly the strongest fighter in the Three Kingdoms era, yet this foremost master was manipulated his entire life precisely because he lacked a brain, ultimately begging for survival after being captured alive, only to meet his end by the executioner's blade. Even his wife lamented over the fall of Lord Wen—Lu Bu was a living example. Many ambitious schemers used him as a weapon, only remembering him when they needed to frame someone or use his martial strength and impulsiveness to achieve certain goals; no one ever truly cared about him. Despite knowing this man was unrivaled...

Thus, Jun Mo Xie needed to showcase his potential, complement it with his innate talent, and then demonstrate sufficient perseverance, revealing the hidden sharpness and defiant spirit beneath the surface. He needed to make it clear that he was absolutely not a person easily controlled—perhaps even an extremely dangerous and terrifying figure...

Only such a person is the last one that powerful entities wish to provoke.

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