The person I am now possesses superior innate endowments, yet is also given the utmost room for growth—a truly exceptional existence.

Because the Illusionary Mansion will never, under any circumstances, be willing to sacrifice the inheritor of this Ethereal Physique! It is almost certain that in the near future, this person will possess absolute strength, coupled with considerable wisdom and their own moral boundaries, refusing to be manipulated by anyone; such an exceptional being is naturally the one others are most unwilling to provoke. Should anyone carelessly provoke him, they might spend every night sleepless!

This is the truly terrifying thing!

Faced with such a dangerous individual, no one could possibly forge a bond with him? Since it is already destined that one cannot gain favor from him, nor can one eliminate him preemptively... then the only course of action is to ensure one does not suffer harm from him, which already constitutes the best possible outcome...

Viewed from another perspective, this is precisely where his value lies...

At this moment, Miao Xiaomiao’s gaze toward Jun Moxie underwent a fundamental transformation, shifting from mild attention to one of caution and seriousness: this Mo Junye was not only no ordinary person, but a man who held grudges deeply! Furthermore, he possessed a reckless and uninhibited nature! This type of person is exceedingly formidable and troublesome; unless absolutely necessary, or if one possesses the certainty of delivering a fatal blow, it is best to avoid offending him if at all possible. Especially considering the potential he held, he would undoubtedly become a key figure within the Illusionary Mansion in the near future.

Jun Moxie had only spoken a single sentence to Miao Xiaomiao at the very beginning, and until now, he hadn't uttered another word, not even casting a sideways glance at her. Yet, in Miao Xiaomiao's mind, the image of Young Master Jun had already shifted four times with astonishing speed!

A full four times!

From the initial impression of a bumpkin country lout to the current perception of an extremely dangerous and significant figure—the entire process unfolded in the blink of an eye! This speed of impression change was nothing short of miraculous!

Within the span of a single exchange, Jun Moxie had completely upended their original understanding!

Gu Feiyu still stood rigid, his longsword held aloft, his eyes bloodshot. Although he was clearly pressing the point of his sword against Jun Moxie’s throat, he now appeared like a phoenix, stripped of its feathers and caught in a torrential downpour—more wretched and helpless than he could ever be. His body seemed upright, yet it was trembling subtly, his eyes filled with confusion and wildness. The killing intent radiating from him had been almost tangible a moment ago, only to dissipate instantly the next, only to recongeal, and then scatter again... Amidst this cyclical process, cold sweat poured from Gu Feiyu’s brow, gathering from single drops into streams that ran down ceaselessly...

“Don’t force me! Don't force me anymore, don't force me to kill you!”

Gu Feiyu’s lips quivered. He glared fiercely at Jun Moxie, but no matter how vicious his gaze appeared now, to others watching, it was clearly a plea.

Jun Moxie’s eyes remained calm and profound, showing not the slightest unusual ripple; he simply watched Gu Feiyu, but it was precisely this abnormal calmness that made Gu Feiyu increasingly uneasy and self-doubting. He felt that the opponent’s composed gaze was like two sharp arrows piercing directly into his soul... causing him to collapse utterly from the depths of his heart, leaving him completely lost and helpless.

“I will force you. Why aren't you acting? Why don't you strike and kill me! You trash! Kill, damn you... you fool, what? Haven't you ever killed anyone? You don’t dare to strike? You coward!”

Jun Moxie sneered, mercilessly mocking this second most dangerous person.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, piercing Gu Feiyu’s eyes like a blade: “What other use do you claim to have! You are nothing but a good-for-nothing wastrel! What? Only capable of jealousy? Cannot kill? Hahahaha...”

A series of loud, mocking laughs erupted, dripping with scorn and disdain.

“Ah—Hmph!” Gu Feiyu roared, his body shaking even more violently, the deep-seated hatred in his eyes almost solidifying. His teeth ground together, but the right hand gripping the longsword involuntarily retracted slightly.

Jun Moxie straightened his posture and advanced another step! Gu Feiyu’s arm recoiled further, but he found he had retreated as far as possible; his elbow formed an inverted triangle nearly against his body—he simply could not pull back further, forcing him to take a step backward with his feet.

But after this backward step, he heard a dull clang, and Gu Feiyu realized his back had slammed against the wall! He glanced over in horror, only to find, without even realizing it, that Mo Junye standing before him had actually forced him into the corner! There was absolutely no space left for retreat.

If he insisted on retreating further, he would have no choice but to cleave right through the hotel wall behind him...

“Seventeen steps!”

Miao Xiaomiao watched the two men before her in shock, thinking to herself: “This Mo Junye is truly formidable, allowing the tip of the sword to remain fixed at his throat’s vital point, yet forcing the man holding it to retreat seventeen times, one step at a time! Seventeen steps! Does he not value his life? Or is he truly that confident? Even if he had some confidence, he shouldn't push so relentlessly; he dared to maintain this aggressive advance! One must remember that human endurance has its limits. If Gu Feiyu were to lose control and collapse mentally, plunging his sword forward regardless of the consequences, that is a normal human reaction, not entirely impossible. Setting aside what the Gu family might do in the end, the first one to suffer misfortune would still be himself.

“Is this person truly a desperate madman who doesn't care about his own life in the slightest? Do such people truly exist in this world?”

Miao Xiaomiao mused doubtfully, watching Jun Moxie.

Miss Miao was undoubtedly clever, but even her intelligence caused her to overlook one possibility: that the strength of the current "Mo Junye," Young Master Mo, might be so extraordinary that he simply paid no heed to the treasured sword pressed against his vital point! However, this possibility was too absurd to consider, so overlooking it was entirely understandable!

Yet, which of the events currently unfolding was not utterly preposterous?

Starting with the sudden reappearance of the "Ethereal Physique" after at least ten thousand years, showing itself directly before Cao Guofeng, the Saint Emperor. Then, the Saint Emperor of the Holy Land, disregarding propriety, launching a midnight attack that led to Mo Junye’s accidental disappearance. Following that, sending the heavily wounded, near-death Young Master Mo back, only to lay a deadly trap for Cao Guofeng and the other six Saint Emperors. And finally, today, how a country bumpkin whose strength is so negligible it can be ignored completely disregards a sharp sword pressed against his vital point and even exerts counter-pressure on the attacker. Of all these occurrences, which one could be considered normal?

At this moment, Gu Feiyu felt nothing but utter humiliation!

He, a dignified expert of the Divine Profound Third Rank, the most outstanding representative of the younger generation in the Illusionary Mansion, was actually cornered to this extent by some country boy who just crawled out of a mountain ravine!

Especially upon noticing Miao Xiaomiao’s look of disdain, he felt a profound sense of shame!

He had begun pursuing Miao Xiaomiao five years ago, when she was fourteen, and continued until now. In truth, he could disregard the gazes of others, and he could willfully ignore the contempt of the entire Illusionary Mansion. But Miao Xiaomiao’s disdain, even a sliver or a tiny bit of it, was enough to make him wish he were dead!

To be humiliated like this in front of the woman he loved most and was actively pursuing! Surely any human being would find this unbearable, let alone someone as proud as Gu Feiyu!

Initially, he had been plotting how to humiliate Mo Junye, but unexpectedly, the opponent seized on a weak point and pressed the attack relentlessly. He was pursued so closely that he didn't even have time to formulate a counter-strategy; all he knew was that the man before him possessed the Ethereal Physique. It might be acceptable to verbally attack or even insult him, but harming him, let alone killing him, was strictly forbidden. If he truly killed him, the entire Gu family would face immediate peril!

But as things stood, after being forced back seventeen steps by Jun Moxie, he had nearly lost his sanity!

It was too stifling! Utterly too stifling!

And precisely at this moment, he realized that Miao Xiaomiao was right beside him!

All his utterly shameful actions were falling under the gaze of his beloved!

In that instant, all the hot blood rushed to his head! This caused his already taut mind, strained like a drawn bowstring on the verge of snapping, to immediately shatter!

Jun Moxie had maintained his relentless pressure, but he had always left a sliver of leeway, just enough to prevent Gu Feiyu from collapsing on the spot, because while Gu Feiyu collapsing was inconsequential, he himself needed to reveal his strength!

But Miao Xiaomiao’s gaze finally became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

At this moment, Gu Feiyu had only one thought in his mind: revenge, revenge against the person before him. He let out a sudden, sharp roar: “You are courting death!”

A strange, ferocious madness flashed across his eyes, and he raised his longsword, intending to thrust it forward without regard for anything!

In this moment, Gu Feiyu’s spirit had completely broken down! He no longer cared about the consequences, nor could he even think about them; his sole objective was to kill this detestable scoundrel!

Even if the person before him were the Master of the Illusionary Mansion, he would still strike with his sword! He would no longer consider the consequences!

Just as he tensed his sword to strike, in a manner that was twelve parts bizarre, Mo Junye, who had been aggressively advancing, suddenly retreated two steps, moving out of the range of his sword tip. He spread his hands innocently, shrugged his shoulders, and offered a benevolent, guileless smile: “Uh... Young Master Gu, since you lack the nerve to kill me, I shouldn't press the matter further. There’s no need to force things. Since Miss Xiaomiao is here to witness everything, and we never had any deep-seated hatred to begin with, I will voluntarily step back two paces. Can we just let this blow over with a laugh?”

Because at this exact moment, Jun Moxie suddenly sensed two extremely powerful auras slicing through the air, their destination precisely this tavern!

One of those auras was very familiar to Jun Moxie. It was Cao Guofeng! This old man, as expected, was still worried about him venturing out and had followed secretly in person.

Thus, Jun Moxie changed his mind in that instant. Though he didn't know who the other person was, since they were heading toward this location with such precise targeting, they must be involved in today's events!

Yet, this person did not belong to any of the seven Saint Emperors aligned with Cao Guofeng! Therefore, who he was could be easily deduced! Thus, this was no longer the time for him to be aggressive; the most crucial thing was... hehehe... (To be continued; to learn what happens next, support the author and read the authorized version!)