Jun Wuyi’s hand trembled, spilling the wine in his cup. He gazed silently at the wheelchair handle supported by his right hand, staring for a long time, only feeling a monumental storm churning within his heart! Ten years of disability! Today, at last, a glimmer of dawn appeared! Until his departure, Jun Wuyi remained silent, not uttering another word! Three days later, Old Master Jun Zhantian directly sealed the estate! He issued a strict decree: From this day forth, no one shall be seen without an imperial edict! Should anyone dare set foot inside the inner courtyard, they are to be killed without question! The atmosphere throughout the entire Jun family instantly became like facing a formidable enemy, so tense it was suffocating! The inner courtyard doors were tightly shut. Outside, two full rows of guards stood with their swords drawn, reflecting the fierce midday sun, casting a slow gleam. In the shadows, figures flickered—the power that once shook the capital, the Jun family’s might, was once again displayed! Moreover, those dispatched this time were all core members who had followed Jun Zhantian for decades; every single one was trustworthy and absolutely loyal! Even those harboring the slightest doubt had been excluded from this operation! This healing matter demanded the complete eradication of every possible and impossible external threat, allowing for not even the slightest complacency!

Beneath the four-zhang high walls surrounding the inner courtyard, the core guards stood watch over a massive iron basin. This basin was large enough to be considered a small reservoir, already filled with water, which was now heated by a roaring fire beneath it. Six stout men continuously fed the blaze, and bubbles had just begun to form on the water's surface. Jun Zhantian, clad in a plain blue robe, his face solemn, paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing strange gloves that completely encased his hands and arms, leaving no skin exposed. He seemed profoundly uneasy. In contrast, Jun Wuyi, dressed in white, appeared tranquil, as if overnight he had shed the shackles of his spirit! Beside them, Jun Moxie meticulously arranged several stalks of Nine-Leaf Grass, Heart-Connecting Grass, and Interrupted Root on a large jade basin on a nearby table. He swiftly mashed the herbs in a specific order, allowing the resulting juice to flow down a slope into a wide-mouthed bottle below. His movements were exceptionally quick, yet perfectly orderly. Finally, Jun Moxie shouted, "Third Uncle!" Jun Wuyi startled violently, his saffron-yellow Earth-rank Profound Qi surging outward. The robes covering his body instantly billowed and disintegrated into dust. Old Master Jun Zhantian swiftly lifted his son’s body and laid him flat.

Jun Moxie commanded in a low voice, immediately rubbing the paste residue of the crushed herbs evenly over every inch of Jun Wuyi’s body! Not a single private area was spared. The five types of herbs Jun Moxie was employing were all highly poisonous! Any single one was capable of causing instant death upon contact with blood. Although only three were currently mixed, the moment the medicinal dregs touched Jun Wuyi’s skin, he felt as if he had been instantly thrown into a raging inferno, causing searing pain from head to toe. He let out a muffled groan, gritting his teeth! Cold sweat streamed down his forehead! Having three potent poisons act simultaneously, the agony was beyond words! But this torment was only the beginning! Without pausing after spreading the dregs, Jun Moxie seized the jade bottle containing the extracted juice. With practiced ease, he pinched Jun Wuyi’s jaw on both sides. Though Jun Wuyi instinctively clenched his teeth, he was forced to open his mouth with a muffled roar just as Jun Moxie poured the entire bottle of liquid down his throat! With almost no time to react, the fluid burned downward like fire. With the internal and external assaults raging, Jun Wuyi let out hoarse moans, finally unable to hold back several loud cries to vent the pain racking his body. The instant his mouth opened, Jun Moxie snatched a prepared piece of white cloth and swiftly stuffed it in.

Old Master Jun Zhantian shuddered. Jun Moxie’s practiced fluidity was utterly indistinguishable from that of seasoned torturers—perhaps even surpassing them! Watching his grandson torment his son, the Old Master could barely bear to look! “These are necessary measures. Under extreme pain, even the most resilient person will experience mental confusion. If the mouth is not gagged, they might bite off their tongue in agony.” Jun Moxie snatched up the Cracking Intestine Flower placed nearby and crushed it instantly with two sharp strikes, taking a moment amidst the chaos to explain the rationale. Suddenly, the three potent poisons converged and erupted simultaneously within Jun Wuyi. His ** skin instantly turned a mottled, dark purple-black color across his entire body! The very moment the color shift occurred, the pulverized Cracking Intestine Flower was uniformly sprinkled over him! Jun Moxie’s movements were blindingly fast. He ripped the white cloth gag from Jun Wuyi’s mouth, and in the next instant, the flower’s toxin was forced down his throat! Before Jun Wuyi could react at all, the cloth was stuffed back in, packed tight. Jun Wuyi barely managed a muffled grunt, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets, the pupils completely bloodshot—a true depiction of blood surging into the retina.

The toxicity of the Cracking Intestine Flower rapidly escalated, surging on top of the full-blown effect of the other three poisons, spreading inward and outward with fierce speed. Jun Wuyi felt a burning pain deep in his Dantian, followed by soul-scorching agony erupting violently from the site of his decade-old injury below his Dantian! At this moment, five different potent poisons were circulating internally, clashing and counteracting each other. His bare skin instantly became a canvas of five distinct, competing colors, each section holding its own hue. For the first time in ten years, he felt a tearing, bone-wrenching pain in his lower back and legs! Finally, the hidden, secret poison from ten years ago was being forced out! Jun Moxie let out a slight breath, his eyes fixed intently on the area between Jun Wuyi’s legs. In this critical juncture, an absurd thought flashed through Jun Moxie’s mind: It looks even bigger than mine... Just as he was thinking this, Old Master Jun Zhantian suddenly cried out in excitement: “It’s rising! It’s rising!” His white beard trembled as he pointed toward the area between his son’s thighs. Indeed, that appendage was bobbing its head, suddenly achieving full rigidity! It nearly struck the Old Master’s nose as he leaned over to examine. Lord Jun the Third’s manhood, unused for over ten years, was making a spectacular comeback, naturally extraordinary in its vigor!

Startled by the Old Master’s shout, Jun Moxie nearly dropped the Burning Scripture Lotus he held. He rolled his eyes and reprimanded, “Of course it would rise; otherwise, wouldn't that mean the treatment failed? Honestly! What’s the need to make such a fuss?” Old Master Jun repeatedly nodded, completely unconcerned that his grandson was scolding him, an unstoppable joy spreading across his face. This revival meant his son, crippled for years, had regained his basic masculine function. Never mind anything else, he could now ride again and potentially sire more offspring for the Jun family! For the Old Master, who had long been troubled by having only Jun Moxie as his sole direct descendant, this was nothing short of divine news! Jun Wuyi’s lips trembled, the muscles in his face contorted in pain, and an emotion of jealous shame suddenly surfaced. Lord Jun the Third had once been a renowned, iron-blooded warrior, a veteran of countless battles, and now... with the last vestiges of his consciousness, he watched the elder and the youth both staring intently at the prized possession outside his control. Overwhelmed by the pain and the mortification, he let out a muffled groan and promptly fainted. Out of sight, out of mind!

What was the big deal, for an old man and a young man to stare so intently at a mature man’s prized treasure? The elder one practically looked ready to reach out and fondle it. Did they want to see him die? This was not something any normal man could endure! Although it was his own father, Lord Jun the Third was over thirty! The burly men busy stoking the fire nearby craned their necks to look. After glancing, they all lowered their heads, filled with shame, and resumed stoking the fire. The Great General was indeed a Great General; even after ten years of disuse, his virility remained impressive—they felt inferior! Finally, the variegated colors on Jun Wuyi’s skin merged into one vast, mottled expanse of greens and yellows— “Now!” Jun Moxie roared, snatching the white cloth gag away. He swiftly gripped Jun Wuyi’s jaw with his left hand, and with his right, he crushed the Burning Scripture Lotus—which he had charged with the Heaven-Opening Creation Art overnight—with a sharp squeeze. Black, inky fluid immediately gushed out, dripping, not a single drop wasted, into Jun Wuyi’s mouth. Then, as before, he stuffed the cloth in. This time, as he gagged him, he used another strip of white cloth to tie a knot behind Jun Wuyi’s head, ensuring that even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn’t be able to spit the cloth out!

Having finished, Jun Moxie tossed the husk of the Burning Scripture Lotus aside. He placed his right hand, channeling the Heaven-Opening Creation Art, on Jun Wuyi’s chest, sending a surge of pure spiritual energy inward!

In that instant, Jun Wuyi’s body began to swell visibly, almost as if being inflated. Veins and capillaries gradually protruded beneath his skin, twisting and turning like countless tiny black earthworms—hideous, terrifying, and utterly repulsive!

Jun Moxie roared, and Old Master Jun Zhantian beckoned. A dreamy, sky-blue Profound Qi sprinkled outward. A bamboo raft, roughly the size of a normal person, suddenly flew from its place into the large pot. The water in the basin was now close to boiling!

Jun Moxie cried out, suddenly lifting Jun Wuyi’s body with both hands and flying lightly into the air. Jun Wuyi’s body descended evenly, landing precisely on the bamboo raft, lying flat on his back.

Jun Moxie let out a sharp whistle and drifted lightly down to the rim of the basin. He bent over sharply, spreading his hands apart. Old Master Jun Zhantian clearly saw that in that moment, over a dozen gleaming silver needles materialized out of thin air in Jun Moxie’s hands!

The first needle flashed and pierced the Baihui acupoint with a crisp swish, executed with clean precision and no hesitation. Even the unflappable Old Master trembled throughout his body; that was a fatal pressure point! He finally couldn’t help but close his eyes, then rubbed them.

In the brief moment he was rubbing his eyes, the silver needles in Jun Moxie’s hands had already shot out, embedding themselves in all of Jun Wuyi’s major acupoints, many of which were deadly points. Then, with a soft whistle, he hooked his toe, causing Jun Wuyi’s body to flip over in mid-air, landing prone on the bamboo raft, exposing his back.

Jun Moxie spread both hands, and dozens more silver needles appeared, flashing instantly as they sank into Jun Wuyi’s broad spine! He let out a breath, reached out, and with a swish, pulled the bamboo raft out and tossed it away. Jun Wuyi’s body tumbled directly into the scalding boiling water!

As the water temperature slowly rose, the surface continuously emitted a bubbling sound. With the steaming, blackish fluid constantly seeped out from all of Jun Wuyi’s pores and seven orifices. In only a moment, the huge basin of water was dyed pitch-black, like ink!

The first needle flashed and pierced the Baihui acupoint with a crisp swish, executed with clean precision and no hesitation. Even the unflappable Old Master trembled throughout his body; that was a fatal pressure point! He finally couldn’t help but close his eyes, then rubbed them.

In the brief moment he was rubbing his eyes, the needles in Jun Moxie’s hands had already shot out, embedding themselves in all of Wuyi’s major acupoints, many of which were deadly points. Then, with a soft whistle, he hooked his toe, causing Jun Wuyi’s body to flip over in mid-air, landing prone on the bamboo raft, exposing his back.

Jun Moxie spread both hands, and dozens more needles appeared, flashing instantly as they sank into Jun Wuyi’s broad spine! He let out a breath, reached out, and with a swish, pulled the bamboo raft out and tossed it away. Jun Wuyi’s body tumbled directly into the scalding boiling water!

As the water temperature slowly rose, the surface continuously emitted a gudugudu bubbling sound. With the steaming, blackish fluid constantly seeped out from all of Jun Wuyi’s pores and seven orifices. In only a moment, the huge basin of water was dyed pitch-black, like ink!