With a beckoning gesture, the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young caught the clashing “Divine Tune” in his hands, turning it over admiringly before stating coolly, “Without the Ninth Nether True Qi, you naturally cannot wield it.” With a flick of his wrist, the “Divine Tune” vanished.
Yet, this single statement confirmed that this Divine Tune could only unleash its true potential when activated by the Ninth Nether True Qi; in anyone else’s hands, it was nothing more than an ornament.
Indeed, in the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young’s grasp, the Divine Tune began to shift inexplicably, morphing from a longsword to a serrated blade, then instantly transforming into a jade flute. In the blink of an eye, it cycled through over twenty different shapes. “‘The Divine Tune of the Ninth Nether is finally set to bloom again, its rightful, bloody music! It shall surely resound throughout the world once more!” The Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young tilted his head toward the sky, his eyes filled with reminiscence. He glanced at Jun Mo Xie, offered a faint smile, and then his body slowly began to dissipate...
He left without so much as a farewell!
“Damn it! Just because you fancied this useless junk, I went through so much trouble, painstakingly retrieving this scrap, and instead of showing gratitude and repaying me with yourself, you didn't even utter a thank you? What kind of person is this? Seriously, what kind of person is he? Doesn’t he understand basic human decency!”
Jun Mo Xie stood there dumbfounded, never imagining this man’s disregard for human connection could reach such extremes!
Not only did he offer no reward, but he simply bolted without a sound. Oh, wait, he did seem to leave behind a “Ninth Nether Cold Blade”? Holy hell, I have millions of those things in my spatial storage! What’s so special about that? Trash! It’s just absolute trash!
Young Master Jun had just experienced his very first losing trade in this lifetime. While retrieving the “Divine Tune” hadn't taken immense effort, for anyone else, it would have been a near-impossible feat! The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, until he suddenly leaped up and roared, “Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young! You stingy bastard, I curse your ancestors! Say something, you brute! You utterly contemptible wretch, don't let me see you again! If I see you next time, I’ll strip you bare, absolutely naked, so you can have your service but never pay the bill!”
Young Master Jun was genuinely losing it this time... He felt utterly wronged, cursing the heavens and the earth! If the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young were still present, Jun Mo Xie would undoubtedly attack him without a second thought!
Even if it meant draining a ten-thousandth of the power from the Hongjun Tower, he would beat that fellow until he was utterly humbled! He wouldn't consider this settled until he settled the score! “But the mountain path was silent; the trace of the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young had long vanished...
Having obtained his prize, the man had instantly fled into the distance, already impossibly far away. However, Jun Mo Xie’s furious roar carried clearly back, echoing into the ears of everyone in the main hall.
Everyone couldn't help but click their tongues!
Even Miao Zhan, Miao Dao, Miao Jian, and the others were no exception!
This kid seems too terrifying!
Who in this world dares to curse the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young like that? What kind of language was that?
Any individual with enough standing to even know the name of the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young wouldn't dare curse him openly; merely hearing the name, or even thinking about it, would send chills down their spine!
And yet, here was the situation: the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young had personally come to congratulate the Lord of Evil, even gifting him an unparalleled divine blade worth ten million gold—the Ninth Nether Cold Blade!
This item was truly rare, its greatest feature being its ability to ignore any protective Profound Qi—a peerless weapon! Furthermore, it was naturally imbued with the Yin darkness of the Ninth Nether; once wounded by the Ninth Nether Cold Blade, anyone below the Sovereign realm would absolutely never be able to expel the energy, leaving them with no hope of ever healing!
That tiny Ninth Nether Cold Blade was practically priceless, a divine artifact among weapons!
But now, it seemed the Lord of Evil was clearly dissatisfied with this treasure, even resorting to a torrent of curses right in front of the giver! And not just mild curses; they were incredibly vulgar, an unending stream of obscenities, where not only the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young himself but also his eight generations of ancestors were implicated...
And most incredibly: the legendary foremost madman and ruthless figure of the world, the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young, hadn't retorted at all. It seemed he had... just slunk away?
Holy hell!
What in the world was going on?
Could this Lord of Evil truly be so fearsome?
This was no longer legend, myth, miracle, divine sign, or fairy tale—it was palpably...
A god? “Listening to the unbroken string of unfiltered curses echoing from outside, the nearly ten thousand people in the hall did not find the young man vulgar; instead, their faces showed genuine awe, reverence, and extreme caution...
Anyone possessing such power, no matter how crude their actions, would not be judged for it...
It boiled down to one sentence: Might makes right!
Even Mo Wu Dao and the others felt diminished: the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young was an ultimate figure that even the Three Great Sacred Lands couldn't handle. They were truly curious how he could tolerate Jun Mo Xie’s torrential verbal abuse? ...
Jun Mo Xie cursed for a while until he finally felt it was pointless and stormed back inside!
White robes fluttering in the wind, eyes coldly sharp, jade-like face etched with murderous intent, frost clinging to his cheeks, he slowly strode in from the doorway.
He immediately perceived the result of that shrewish tirade: everyone had simultaneously risen to their feet, watching him enter. As he approached each person, they would instantly offer a fawning smile, only to hurriedly lower their heads again, as if even looking at him might be a desecration...
Even the people from the Illusory Spirit Mansion, like Miao Zhan, whose gazes had initially held the condescension of an elder towards a junior, now contained curiosity and profound uncertainty. “The look Mo Wu Dao gave me was filled with apprehension, even fear and lingering dread!”
Jun Mo Xie was slightly confused, but he quickly understood: this was the collateral effect of his furious verbal assault on the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young...
Damn it, I never expected that such an irritating and frustrating event could yield such a positive outcome!
Suddenly, Jun Mo Xie recalled a saying: The fastest path to fame is to decisively defeat a renowned figure in full public view! That would certainly be an event that would make one famous overnight!
Now, it seemed that didn't even take "overnight."
It took barely "a breath of time"...
And the effect was absolutely perfect...
Since he had revealed himself anyway, he needed to say a few words.
Jun Mo Xie transitioned through feelings—from sullenness and anger, to surprise and confusion, then to sudden realization, and finally to smug self-satisfaction as he prepared to leverage this "Rant at the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young" incident to amplify the influence of the Lord of Evil’s Estate—all within a blink of an eye, completing the psychological transformation into his role!
And he already had a perfect plan set.
With his scheme established, Jun Mo Xie returned to the elevated platform at the center. He softly cleared his throat and said, “Please, everyone, be seated. Ah, that was just a minor disagreement between myself and Brother Ninth Nether Fourteenth; truly nothing major... Heh heh. He has already gone far now. My momentary loss of composure earlier surely disrupted everyone’s enjoyment, for which I sincerely apologize. Here, I offer my regrets to all of you.”
Jun Mo Xie wore an expression of calm detachment, feigning modesty, clearly indicating he had no desire to dwell on the matter that had just occurred. His bearing made it obvious: ‘I certainly have no intention of relying on the name of the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young; how could he possibly be worthy of that?’—such an arrogant demeanor. “Yet, in reality, this fellow had already exploited that name to the maximum extent possible...
Hearing him speak, the crowd chorused their assent, “We dare not,” before they all found their seats. Some even felt their backs drenched with cold sweat: a person who dared to curse the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young—who would dare accept his apology?
It was only because so many people were present that they felt emboldened; if one were alone hearing those words, they’d likely be terrified half to death!
He coughed lightly again. Young Master Jun’s smile now appeared very amicable, yet underneath it lay an inherent reserve and haughtiness. “But to everyone present, this air was seen as perfectly natural: for such a great figure, lacking corresponding grace and bearing would be truly abnormal!” No matter how arrogant or wild he was... it was justified!
You disagree?
If you have the ability, go point at the nose of the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young and curse him out yourself? Then you are free to disagree!
But if you actually did that, your ancestors’ bones would likely be dug up from the grave...
Because you are not Jun Mo Xie, and you do not possess his strength!
Young Master Jun finally resumed speaking. His calm tone was filled with an air of imperious command, two completely contrasting sentiments existing in perfect harmony at this moment—“I am grateful to all of you! The Lord of Evil’s Estate is located in the far south, a secluded, desolate region, “For you all to endure the hardship and travel so far to arrive here, ah! You have indeed shown me, Young Master Jun, immense respect.” “Here, I welcome you and express my deepest gratitude~.”
He gave a superficial bow.
With the exception of the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Illusory Spirit Mansion, everyone else immediately stood up in unison to return the gesture!
Their precision was almost comparable to a three-army honor guard!
“Since the Lord of Evil’s Estate has chosen this time to establish its lineage and face the world, it must naturally have a guiding principle! And certain rules must be enforced!”
Jun Mo Xie’s previously gentle voice slowly deepened, revealing decisive killing intent, filled with an irresistible, powerful pressure, like dark storm clouds suddenly descending to weigh heavily upon everyone’s hearts: “The guiding principle of the Lord of Evil’s Estate is, ah! For the sake of the world, for the continent, for the common people! For the peace of humanity!”
Upstairs, Mei Xueyan and Guan Qinghan tumbled onto their chairs with a soft thump. “What on earth is he talking about? This... these words are too outrageous...”
Jun Mo Xie spoke on, his face untroubled and his breath even: “Here, I formally declare to the world! From the day this Estate is opened, there shall be no more acts of bullying women in the martial world. Should any be discovered, execution without pardon! I, Jun Mo Xie, have always possessed righteousness and a heart full of integrity; the thing I despise most in life is despicable scoundrels who bully the weak and oppress the innocent! This is a fundamental principle of being human, and there is absolutely no room for negotiation!”
Jun Wu Yi, who had been ostensibly supporting his nephew, could no longer restrain himself. He turned his face aside, covering his mouth with his sleeve, and let out a low cough.
Third Master Jun seemed close to suffering internal injuries from holding it in...