Lord Jun Zhantian’s eyebrows leaped wildly, his eyes wide with astonishment! This method of healing was utterly unprecedented, unheard of! However, the fact that the prior needle treatment at the vital points hadn't resulted in death was already proof enough that this healing technique was effective. But looking down at his own aged, brittle frame, and then at the boiling water, the old man shivered: If he were to step in, even the protective profound energy of the Tianxuan Realm probably wouldn't last long, or perhaps he’d be cooked through in a mere moment...

The strong men tending the fire were also dripping with cold sweat, not just from the heat, but from sheer terror!

This was too insane... to actually place a living person into a cauldron of boiling water and just... cook him?!

What if... what if the person actually boiled to death, what then?

At this temperature, wouldn't it be incredibly difficult not to cook him solid?!

Jun Moxie remained standing steadily on the rim of the cauldron, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Jun Wuyi’s body tumbling in the water, monitoring every minute change. His expression was composed, calm, placid, utterly devoid of emotion—almost ruthless!

Suddenly, Jun Moxie plunged his left hand into the boiling water without hesitation and hauled Jun Wuyi out in one swift motion. In that instant of entry and exit, a large blister formed on his hand. Half was from the scalding water, and the other half was from corrosion by the virulent poison!

Yet, Jun Wuyi’s body showed a stark contrast: it was now pristine white, having completely shed the horrifying, strange colors it previously held.

With a swish, he was lowered beside Lord Jun, who just managed to catch him. Before the old man could even steady him, Jun Moxie pressed his empty right hand onto Jun Wuyi’s Dantian, unleashing the Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong at full force once more!

For a long, long while, Jun Moxie’s face grew increasingly pale, while Jun Wuyi’s face became steadily more ruddy...

Finally...

The golden needles embedded in Jun Wuyi’s body were gradually forced out from within. Trembling slightly, they finally shot out with a thud—a silver needle accompanied by a stream of black blood flew free...

Then came the next one... Finally, the last needle, the one at the Baihui acupoint, shot out with a hiss, trailing a thin smear of bloody filth that strangely shimmered with six colors...

Jun Moxie let out a muffled groan, slowly withdrawing his palm, and sat down cross-legged, slowly regulating his breath. His face was as white as paper! Just before he retracted his hand, Jun Wuyi abruptly opened his eyes, and two sharp beams of light shot forth from them! Light blue!!

Light blue! What did this signify? —

The virulent poison was completely purged! The seal was broken! And the profound energy Jun Wuyi had accumulated over ten years exploded forth. Coupled with the immense efficacy of the Fen Jing He, in this brief moment, he soared directly from the Mid-Earth Profound Realm to the Initial Heaven Profound Realm!

In the blink of an eye, a leap of three levels! Not only that, but under the influence of the Fen Jing He, Jun Wuyi now possessed a body immune to all poisons! A supreme expert had just been born!

Seeing this flash of light blue, Lord Jun Zhantian immediately sprang several feet into the air, his mouth agape, making choked sounds, his eyes bulging as if he had seen a ghost! His right hand instinctively clenched, causing him a sharp yelp of pain as he accidentally yanked out a clump of his own beard!

He, who had diligently trained for the better part of a century, had only reached the Mid-Heaven Profound Realm. His crippled son, though once hailed as a martial prodigy, would have already been considered remarkable just reaching the Mid-Earth Profound Realm at that age; let alone spending ten years immobilized in a wheelchair due to grievous injury?

And yet, upon the seal’s removal, he rocketed up to the Heaven Profound Realm as if shot from a great arrow!?

This world was simply too insane!

The Old Master shook his head, his mind in turmoil—three parts joy, three parts relief, three parts excitement, and half a part of sheer terror. The last half part made him doubt he was even awake, suspecting he was in a dream! On one hand, he wanted to shout and dance with joy; on the other, he was so shocked he was speechless. A storm of mixed emotions churned within him, leaving him utterly unable to articulate his feelings. Even if this truly was a dream, he wished this beautiful dream would delay its waking moment!

Jun Wuyi distinctly felt a strange, tingling, itchy sensation returning to the legs that had been numb for ten years. Simultaneously, he felt the exhilarating ease of profound energy flowing through his meridians, and his heart swelled with sudden emotion! I can stand up again!

My enemies of the past, I, Jun Wuyi, will soon come for you! To demand repayment for the debt you owe me!

He moved, intending to stand up and truly experience what it felt like to walk on his own two legs again.

“Third Uncle, you must remain seated for now. Do not move rashly. Please bear with it for a little longer,” came Jun Moxie’s slightly weary voice from behind him.

“At this moment, you must focus your mind and circulate your profound energy. Firstly, the medicinal power of the Fen Jing He is vast. Although its toxicity was expelled while counteracting the previous five poisons, its nourishing benefits have been entirely retained within your body. If you fail to assimilate it quickly, it will be detrimental rather than beneficial. Secondly, your lower limbs have been motionless for ten years, and your blood vessels are constricted. You must circulate your energy for three hundred and sixty full cycles before your entire circulatory system can operate smoothly under your command, ensuring complete safety.”

Jun Moxie spoke with his eyes closed, slowly.

This moment of overwhelming, explosive joy presented a major obstacle on one's cultivation path! If one could seize this opportunity to enter meditation and stabilize the mind, it would yield immense benefits for future increases in cultivation and spiritual attainment!

One must know how enormous the medicinal power of a five-hundred-year-old Fen Jing He was; it was capable of single-handedly using poison to attack poison, fighting against the five major poisons within Jun Wuyi’s body—the fierceness of the poison can be imagined. However, besides its potent toxicity, the Fen Jing He also possessed outstanding restorative effects, which were no less potent than its venom. Young Master Jun’s original treatment plan was to use poison to vanquish poison, leveraging the venom of the Fen Jing He to forcibly fight the other five major poisons, then using the boiling water and needles to expel all toxins in one sweep. This stage proceeded smoothly, without incident. The next step should have been to utilize the Fen Jing He’s potent restorative qualities, minus its toxicity, to nourish the body internally. This process, however, was originally scheduled to take half a month to achieve full recovery, as Jun Wuyi had long been incapacitated; sudden influxes of massive restorative energy could overwhelm him if not administered slowly and gradually with meticulous regulation.

But Young Master Jun had recently discovered that his Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong could not only regulate his own body but also heal others with astonishing efficacy, unmatched by any technique he recalled from his two lives. Furthermore, it possessed the marvelous trait of being impervious to all worldly poisons, truly living up to the name 'Creation'!

After a brief calculation, Young Master Jun altered the original plan. After eliminating the toxins, he directly used his own profound power to nourish Third Master Jun's interior. This method proved not only effective but even more brilliant. In that brief span of time, it had already rebuilt Third Master Jun’s structure almost to a fetal state! Moreover, the vast surplus nourishment from the Fen Jing He, having no other outlet, was completely transformed into true profound energy and merged into Third Master’s body. Combined with the results of Third Master’s decade of secluded bitter cultivation, these two streams of profound energy instantly fused as one. This sheer amount of true profound energy was equivalent to at least fifty years of diligent cultivation for an ordinary person. This explained why Jun Wuyi, despite ten years of rigorous cultivation while disabled, shouldn't have instantly ascended to a Heaven Profound master upon regaining his mobility!

All of this, ultimately, was owed to Jun Moxie’s 'Creation' profound art, which made everything fall naturally into place!

Jun Wuyi paused, daring not to be careless. He sat down as instructed, struggling to control the myriad emotions surging within him, striving to calm himself and enter cultivation as quickly as possible. Even so, it took him ten times longer than usual to finally stabilize his spirit, allowing his profound energy to begin flowing along its proper channels and slowly slip into a state of self-forgetfulness.

Jun Moxie merely meditated for a short while; the expended power from his Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong was rapidly replenished by the surging spiritual energy pouring from the Hongjun Pagoda. He slowly rose, coming face-to-face with Jun Zhantian’s intensely emotional gaze.

“Moxie...” Lord Jun Zhantian stared at his grandson, lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly, tears streamed down his aged face! He couldn't utter a single word.

The old lord, a famous general whose very name struck terror and caused enemy monarchs and commanders to flee for most of his long life, was reduced to weeping like a child?!

A pang of sorrow struck Jun Moxie’s heart, and he quietly lowered his head.

How many people, over all these years, could know the bitterness this old man held in his heart? What kind of torment had he endured?!

Once, he had a complete family, filled with harmony, holding a position of high authority, second only to the Emperor; suddenly, both his sons fell on the battlefield, and the only remaining son was crippled for life! What agony was this for a father to bear?

Lost his father in youth, lost his wife in middle age, lost his son in old age!

Lord Jun Zhantian, holding such high office, had suffered all three fates!

But Heaven still seemed determined to inflict heavier blows. His two grandsons, whom he had nurtured with such care and upon whom rested all his hopes, went off to war just before their weddings, never to return, their bones lost to the earth!

The news arrived just as Jun Zhantian was overseeing the arrangement of the wedding chamber, waiting for his grandson to return and marry, waiting for the joy of his great-grandchild—at the peak of his happiness and brimming with anticipation!

When the news struck, Jun Zhantian’s hair and beard turned white overnight! The sounds of laughter and the joyful sight of the family gathered together seemed only yesterday, but they were gone forever! In this vast family, besides himself, only a crippled son and the most disappointing, dissolute grandson remained!

Desolation stretched before him!

And so, Lord Jun Zhantian sank into despair; he was hopeless, and all hope seemed lost!

But! In the midst of this utter despair, his grandson, Jun Moxie—whom he had once regarded with such profound disappointment—rose up like a meteor, washing away his previous frivolous image. He became proud, resolute, calculating in his movements, and sharp in his thinking; subtly displaying the sagacity of an aged strategist. This alone had already greatly comforted the old lord’s heart and filled him with exhilaration! He never expected a greater surprise lay ahead—

The disability that had baffled the world’s best, most renowned, and divine physicians for his son was now cured by his grandson!

Heaven has taken pity! Lord Jun Zhantian finally wept tears of joy! Decades of gloom and worry were swept away. Heaven has shown mercy; the Jun family finally has a day like this, possessing hope and a future!

Not only does the Jun family have heirs, but they surpass the former generations! If the Old Master were to close his eyes now, he could depart with a smile, utterly without regret! The ancestors of the Jun family resting in the netherworld could also meet their judgment with peace! The old man was too overwhelmed with emotion to speak, only his body trembled uncontrollably...

After a long pause...

A deep, clear cry pierced the air. Jun Wuyi stood up slowly from the ground, his dark hair streaming, divine light flashing in his eyes—after ten years, this was the first time he truly stood up using his own legs!