With a soft poof, the War Fiend screamed some distance away! He felt his very soul being sundered once more!
That arm, under the might of the Eighth Layer of the Heaven Opening Creation Art, no longer dissolved into smoke, but instead transformed into a cluster of crystalline sand, emitting a hazy radiance!
“Nine Illusions Quicksand!” Miao Qingcheng cried out involuntarily.
Jun Moxie had actually returned the body War Fiend had condensed from the Nine Illusions Quicksand back to its original state of pure Nine Illusions Quicksand!
“Correct, it is precisely the Nine Illusions Quicksand,” Jun Moxie slowly opened his hand, gazing at the quicksand resting in his palm, feeling the marvelous spatial power and mysterious regenerative ability contained within. He inwardly praised it, truly worthy of being a celestial treasure!
Jun Moxie slowly raised his head, his blade-like eyes fixed calmly on War Fiend: “War Fiend, the sins you have committed! Today, it is time to pay the price!” His hand remained still, yet the Nine Illusions Quicksand in his palm inexplicably vanished.
Between his index and middle fingers, however, he pinched a wisp of grayish-black mist. The mist struggled, seemingly trying desperately to break free from Jun Moxie’s grasp, but Jun Moxie held it firmly, allowing no escape!
War Fiend’s body trembled violently.
It wasn't pain; War Fiend’s body could no longer feel pain. It was fear, a shiver erupting from the depths of his soul!
The small clump of mist in Jun Moxie’s hand was a fragment of War Fiend’s soul!
Jun Moxie had shattered his arm, reverted his essence to the Nine Illusions Quicksand, and simultaneously extracted the fragment of soul distributed within that arm. With every slight tightening of his fingers, that piece of soul would twitch in agony, and War Fiend’s body would violently convulse in response!
War Fiend roared, “Give it back!” He suddenly charged forward. Jun Moxie let out a cold laugh, “Give it back?”
Then, with a sudden shout, “What about the lives of those tens of millions? Who will give them back?” Suddenly, he thrust out his left hand toward War Fiend, grasping the air.
His hand suddenly expanded mid-air, growing like a massive mountain.
Compared to his palm, War Fiend’s body shrank to the size of a tiny mosquito.
His five fingers closed. Jun Moxie’s expression was frigid as he unleashed the Eighth Layer of the Heaven Opening Creation Art with full force!
A piercing, agonizing scream echoed through the nine heavens!
Miao Qingcheng watched from the sidelines, dumbstruck! The divine abilities Jun Moxie was currently displaying were beyond his wildest imagination!
He himself had fought War Fiend for three years, yet the present Jun Moxie could manage it in an instant with just one hand!
Moments later, a hazy radiance flickered in Jun Moxie’s palm as masses of the Nine Illusions Quicksand settled there. He promptly collected them into the Hongjun Tower. In his palm, only War Fiend’s soul remained!
Not even a single shred of the soul fragment had escaped!
Jun Moxie held the soul in his right hand, while his left hand summoned the Chaos Fire with elegant grace: “War Fiend, now that you are stripped of your immortal body, how many times do you think your soul can withstand the burning of the Chaos Fire?” As the Chaos Fire approached, War Fiend’s soul let out a hysterical scream, its face, formed by smoke, contorted with extreme terror.
Miao Qingcheng looked away, unable to bear watching.
Jun Moxie smiled cruelly, burning it away bit by bit... War Fiend’s soul finally turned to nothingness in his grasp...
“Old Miao, where do you go from here?” Jun Moxie asked Miao Qingcheng lightly.
Miao Qingcheng started, only then realizing that vast as the world was, he truly had nowhere to go.
He let out a long sigh, “Where... where can I go?” As the words left his lips, the world felt filled with desolation, and his heart was lost in bewilderment...
“Why not come back to the Evil Sovereign Estate and stay for a while?” Jun Moxie suggested.
“That would be acceptable,” Miao Qingcheng replied after a moment’s contemplation.
The two figures flew together toward the direction of the Heavenly Punishment Forest.
Another year passed. Jun Moxie brought the Eighth Layer of the Heaven Opening Creation Art to its peak, gaining a profound realization. It was also in this year that the expeditionary force returning from the campaign against the foreign tribes fully came back, so Jun Moxie decided to hold his grand wedding in the golden autumn of that year!
He would hold a magnificent ceremony with nine beauties: Mei Xueyan, Guan Qinghan, Dugu Xiaoyi, Miao Xiaomiao, Qiao Ying, Ke’er, Hanyan Meng, Ling Meng, and Qianxun.
The wedding of the Sovereign of Evil was undeniably the grandest affair under the heavens! When the news spread, the entire Profound Profound Continent erupted! Countless guests gathered from all corners toward the Southern Frontier...
Evil Sovereign Estate.
Dongfang Wenxin, with tears of joy shining in her eyes, busied herself happily, and the entire Heavenly Punishment Forest was mobilized.
This was the eldest sister’s wedding day; they, as the many junior brothers-in-law, absolutely could not lose face.
On the night of Jun Moxie’s wedding, once all the rites were complete and the bride and groom escorted to the bridal chamber, the banquet at the Evil Sovereign Estate roared to life. The entire Southern Frontier was filled with guests. The Evil Sovereign Estate prepared over one hundred thousand tables! Nearly every chef on the continent was gathered here, including the imperial chefs from the palaces of various nations and the cooks from influential families...
That night, Dongfang Wenxin sat smiling in her chamber, wine and food laid before her, facing the portrait of Jun Wuhui. Wisps of incense curled upwards, like a dream, like mist, like reality...
Dongfang Wenxin gazed lovingly at Jun Wuhui’s portrait, sitting silently through the night. It seemed that these husband and wife, one in the mortal realm and one in the underworld, were toasting each other on their son’s wedding day, raising their cups in happy communion, sharing a harmonious meal...
Dongfang Wenxin could almost see Jun Wuhui sitting opposite her, his refined and resolute face filled with relief. He was smiling gently in contentment, looking at her.
Speaking softly to her, laughing softly together...
Dongfang Wenxin smiled as she carefully served dishes, picking out precisely what her husband loved, her expression tender and virtuous, pouring cup after cup of fine wine...
Wuhui... meeting you, I have no regrets; knowing you, I have no regrets; loving you, I have no regrets; marrying you, I have no regrets...
I miss you so much, so much...
Dongfang Wenxin smiled quietly, tears flowing silently, sitting there patiently...
This night was surprisingly warm. If only nights like this could last forever, how wonderful it would be?
If there is a next life, if there is a next life... Wuhui, wait for me. There will surely be a next life!
Jun Moxie awoke at dawn on his wedding day from Mei Xueyan’s embrace, feeling refreshed all over. Ah, a long-held wish finally fulfilled to his satisfaction last night...
He was just about to stretch when he noticed something amiss: his Heaven Opening Creation Art and the Hongjun Tower had both changed...
It seemed... a breakthrough?
Jun Moxie was greatly startled.
Ignoring everything else, he flashed into the Hongjun Tower, and indeed, he ascended to the ninth level without any obstruction!
The ninth level held no previous enlightenment, nor any incantations; there was only an empty tower room. With a thought, Jun Moxie focused his divine sense inward, only to realize that the world within his Dantian had completely taken shape.
Where there had been no flora before, now there were mountains and fields covered in vegetation...
Everywhere overflowed with the breath of "Life"...
Jun Moxie willed it, and suddenly countless crowds of people appeared in this world, from the young to the old... slowly taking form...
Then, he pointed a finger toward the forest, and innumerable birds and beasts suddenly manifested.
Jun Moxie stared in astonishment for a long time, completely bewildered by what was happening, until he noticed the hazy mist in the air... only then did he understand. This was the Qi of Yin and Yang!
It was the union of Heaven and Earth last night that had finally brought the Yin and Yang Qi within Jun Moxie’s body into perfect balance. Since Yin and Yang were balanced, the ability to generate all things naturally followed...
“Heh heh,” Jun Moxie chuckled twice, then returned to the real world. Holding Mei Xueyan’s exquisite, jade-like body, his heart suddenly swelled with fulfillment...
Mei Xueyan gave a lazy hum, turned over, and fell back asleep... Last night had truly been taxing...
Jun Moxie hadn't expected that Mei Xueyan, despite her extremely delicate physique, would have such low endurance compared to Dugu Xiaoyi and the others. Last night she had constantly pleaded for mercy, and by the end, she truly couldn't move even a pinky finger...
Young Master Jun had once suggested making Mei Xueyan return to her original form afterward to have her bottom spanked and played with, but the great beauty strictly refused, threatening that if he ever brought it up again, she would forbid him from their bed for life. Thus, the Sovereign of Evil reluctantly agreed to this alliance, rubbing his nose in resignation. Such sights, it seemed, would only be indulged in the realm of dreams from now on; in reality, it was impossible...
Another year later, Guan Qinghan sent news of joy, being the first to become pregnant. Immediately following, as if Young Master Jun had suddenly exerted great divine power, Mei Xueyan, Dugu Xiaoyi, and Miao Xiaomiao also announced their happy tidings...
For the Jun family, which was short on descendants, this was a momentous cause for celebration.
Old Master Jun was so delighted his mouth couldn't close, laughing heartily every day. Dongfang Wenxin worked day and night sewing clothes for her several grandchildren. While the Evil Sovereign Estate had countless servants who could do such tasks, Dongfang Wenxin insisted on doing it herself... Nine months later, the arrival of several little lives brought even more joy to the Evil Sovereign Estate.
Three more months passed. One morning, the door to Dongfang Wenxin’s room remained closed for a long time. A maid hurriedly reported to Jun Moxie. Jun Moxie sighed sadly; he had been mentally prepared for this moment, but its arrival still struck him with heart-wrenching pain and utter emptiness...
In the chamber, Dongfang Wenxin lay peacefully in bed, clutching the portrait of Jun Wuhui tightly. Her breathing had ceased. She had severed her own heart meridian, passing away with the utmost composure.
“Mother, you really couldn't bear to leave...” Jun Moxie wept tears like rain.
He had long known that for his mother and father to reunite in the next life, Dongfang Wenxin had to die. Otherwise, separated by a full cycle of reincarnation, the two would never meet for eternity...
That day had finally come.
Jun Moxie looked up to the heavens and sighed deeply, gently collecting his mother’s soul. Then, in an instant, he scoured the entire continent, gathering every location where Jun Wuhui had ever fought, collecting all of Jun Wuhui’s relics...
Then, like lightning, he vanished. The next moment, he was already in the Wuyou World!
Jun Wuhui had died fifteen years ago, and his soul was long fragmented. But this was no trivial matter for Jun Moxie. As long as the heroic spirit remained and the battle soul was not extinguished, even if the soul had already reincarnated, he could find a way now.
After many twists and turns, he finally located a remnant soul.
Jun Moxie carefully nurtured it within the Hongjun Tower, tending to it alongside his mother’s soul using the Primordial Violet Qi. He waited until the soul had completely recovered, intending to find a suitable moment to let them both reincarnate into the mortal world...
Though they would lose their memories of their previous lives, the affection between these two was earth-shattering, and in the unseen workings of fate, there would remain an indestructible tether...
The Three Great Holy Lands had vanished, and the Ethereal Illusionary Manor had dissolved into nothingness. Of the five great powers of that era, only the Heavenly Punishment Forest remained, and it too had been incorporated into the Evil Sovereign Estate.
However, the existence of the Evil Sovereign Estate severely disrupted the balance of the continent.
Because any single member stepping out possessed the ability to sway the tide of world affairs!
Such a super-power simply should not exist in this world!
Jun Moxie finally understood the words Gu Han had spoken back then: there would come a day when the heavenly punishment would change. Do not let heroes become sinners!
And he could not remain here forever.
On this day, after deliberating with Mei Xueyan and the others, and having obtained unanimous agreement from everyone, Jun Moxie moved the entire Heavenly Punishment Forest into the world he had created.
That world was far larger than this one. Moreover, it was just beginning to flourish and required an administrator.
The members of the Evil Sovereign Estate, the Remnant Heaven Devouring Soul Eagles, and Bo Kong all expressed their desire to move to that world, and Jun Moxie permitted them all.
Only Jun Wuyi and his wife were unwilling to go. Jun Wuyi felt that in this world, he had too many attachments; those many charitable endeavors tethered his heart and emotions, making it truly impossible to abandon them. Furthermore, the Evil Sovereign Estate required someone to oversee it.
Jun Moxie pondered for a long time before finally agreeing to the couple's request.
In any case, with his abilities, traveling between the two realms took only the span of a breath; it was hardly a separation. Besides, with Jun Wuyi’s capabilities, he would undoubtedly be the absolute pinnacle in this world after Jun Moxie and the others departed, so there was no need to worry about accidents...
Having made up his mind, Jun Moxie designated the personnel assignments for both sides in his mind and then began the great migration...
Time flowed onward; it was unclear how long it passed. Jun Moxie felt his divine sense becoming increasingly seamless and profound, and his cultivation grew deeper and deeper, slowly surpassing the scope of the Hongjun Tower’s nine layers...
Finally, there came a day when, after another breakthrough by Jun Moxie, the Hongjun Tower suddenly disintegrated, scattering into streams of light that vanished into the vast cosmos. Perhaps, somewhere else, it was quietly awaiting a destined person...
And the millions of years of spiritual herbs and celestial treasures contained within the Hongjun Tower scattered like the flowers thrown by a celestial maiden, disappearing into the world Jun Moxie had created, becoming treasures yearned for by later generations...
Should any martial artist in later ages obtain even one of them, they would surely become unparalleled masters... forging a legend for an entire era.
The world needs legends, Jun Moxie firmly believed this.
Only immortal legends would become the driving force for the dreams of the young...
One day, legends would become myths, and generation after generation would write new myths...
Jun Moxie had transcended. On this day, a sudden inspiration struck him. He took his nine wives and soared into the sky, wandering through space. In a daze, they crossed countless planes, and before them appeared a lush, green planet.
Standing high in the sky, profound emotion shone in Jun Moxie’s eyes.
This was home!
The winding Great Wall, the magnificent Kunlun Mountains, the surging Yangtze River, the roaring Yellow River!
“Even if I become the supreme god in the universe, I am still a...” Jun Moxie’s hair flew in the wind as he murmured silently, word by word: “...Chinese person!” “Farewell, my homeland.” Jun Moxie spoke a single sentence silently in his heart. He waved his hand and continued traveling through time and space with Mei Xueyan and the others.
After countless years, Jun Moxie began to feel slightly bored, and his wives also felt a touch of homesickness. They returned to the Profound Profound Continent for a look. In an instant, the group appeared on the streets of Tianxiang City.
The present Tianxiang City, worn down by the grinding of time, no longer held its former glory. Only the magnificent Sentiment Spire remained standing in the city. This had become a sacred place for all lovers!
Every man and woman in love came to pay respects at the Sentiment Spire. The young boys and girls, in their budding affections, all felt that the person they loved was their everything, their entire world.
Better to betray Heaven than betray you! What profound sentiment was this? Who, man or woman, would not desire such deep affection?
Jun Moxie strolled down the street, arriving before the Sentiment Spire. Gazing at the still vigorous calligraphy: Better to betray Heaven than betray you, his heart was overcome with mixed emotions.
Past events flashed vividly before his eyes, like a long dream, lingering and sighing, captivating the soul and breaking the heart...
Ling Meng stepped forward and devoutly performed the tea ceremony...
Not far off, a young man and woman strolled toward them. The young man was handsome and imposing, radiating heroic spirit mixed with a touch of scholarly refinement; his aura was transcendent, calm, and composed.
The maiden leaning against him was slender and graceful, her beauty like a blooming flower, incomparable in loveliness. The eyes she cast toward the young man were filled with regretless deep affection; and the gaze the young man returned held boundless love.
In their eyes, there was only each other.
Seeing these two, Jun Moxie’s body shook, and a flicker of excitement appeared in his eyes. In these endless years, there had been very few moments that elicited such a reaction from Jun Moxie...
The youth and the maiden also noticed Jun Moxie and his group. The two sides exchanged glances: they couldn't help but be captivated by the elegance of the other party. The young man before them, with a demeanor like polished jade, carried an indescribable, elusive aura that drew one in with a single glance.
The several maidens accompanying him were all peerless beauties unmatched in heaven or earth; one truly wondered how he had managed to find so many women of icy elegance and peerless grace.
Immediately, both the youth and the maiden couldn't help but frown slightly: while this man looked decent, he seemed overly promiscuous. So many wives...
“You are not allowed to be like this in the future,” the maiden said, clutching the youth’s arm, puffing out her cheeks petulantly, “If you are like this, I will... I’ll cry.” The youth laughed heartily, “Xin’er, is there a need to say that? With you, how could my heart ever hold room for another?” The maiden burst out laughing, her face flushing slightly, chiding, “Naughty talker, annoying!” Yet, she was perfectly content.
The youth smiled dotingly, and at that moment, there was nothing in his eyes but this maiden. I will use my entire life to give you happiness... Xin’er!
The maiden glanced furtively at Jun Moxie, but a complex, inexplicable feeling arose in her heart. It seemed as if this person before her was familiar, yet unknown; very close, very reliable... But strangely, she had never met him, so why this feeling?
Even stranger, seeing that he had so many wives, she felt no contempt at all; instead, she felt happy and gratified... What was happening?
While lost in thought, Jun Moxie took a step forward with a smile, saying warmly, “I didn't expect to encounter such a divinely matched pair when visiting Tianxiang today. You two truly are a brilliant sight.” The youth protected the maiden beside him, drawing her close, and replied calmly, “May I ask who Your Excellency is?” “A destined acquaintance,” Jun Moxie smiled. “When I see beauty in the world, I always feel an inexpressible fondness. You, young man, are a hero, and you, young lady, are a stunning beauty, and your bond is one of life and death—your affection is profound: I admire it.”
He smiled. “Since this is our first meeting, I have nothing grand to offer, only these two small jade pendants, as a token of my sincerity. I hope you will accept them.” His voice was sincere, and his expression was one of genuine admiration. The youth and the maiden initially intended to decline, but somehow, a feeling arose in their hearts that accepting the gift from this person was the natural and proper thing to do, nothing strange about it. To refuse would be wrong...
The youth reached out and took the offering, feeling warmth emanating from the touch—undoubtedly peerless gems of the world. The two jade pendants were exquisitely crafted: one a coiled dragon, the other a soaring phoenix.
He casually handed the phoenix pendant to the maiden. The maiden took it, playing with it lovingly, unable to put it down.
Both were strange; they hadn't refused the items, and holding them, they didn't feel anything was amiss, as if these things rightfully belonged to them... Receiving them from this young man brought a subtle feeling of relief to their hearts...
“I am Dongfang Wuhui, from the Dongfang family in the capital; this is, ahem, this is my fiancée, Jun Wenxin.” The youth, Dongfang Wuhui, raised his chin. “Thank you for the gift, Your Excellency. If you are free, how about we share a drink?”
“Excellent! I was hoping for just that.”
Jun Moxie readily agreed. The group then found an inn and booked a large private room, sitting down together, all inexplicably joyful.
As the young man announced his name, Mei Xueyan finally understood: this pair of lovers was the reincarnation of Jun Wuhui and Dongfang Wenxin. No wonder Jun Moxie was so emotional!
These two destined lovers were finally reunited, and their affection remained as deep as the sea.
Was this not the most beautiful thing in the mortal world? Under Jun Moxie's subtle influence, they would surely be loving and devoted across generations, repaying the unfulfilled romance of their past lives with everlasting companionship and eternal deep affection!
Tragedy, shall forever be banished!
Waving a reluctant farewell, Jun Mo Xie departed the tavern, watching them go.
Dongfang Wuhui and Jun Wenxin stood close, gazing until Jun Mo Xie and his entourage vanished from sight, a deep sense of loss rising in their chests, as if a sour ache resonated within their very hearts.
A mere chance encounter, an instant affinity—why such a profound feeling? Both found the sensation strangely perplexing.
“Wuhui, did you notice? That one man and nine women, every single one of them is an unparalleled master!” Jun Wenxin stared dreamily at the now empty street, murmuring, “But why did they show such respect towards us?” Dongfang Wuhui shook his head blankly. “I don’t know either.” Recalling their actions, those ten individuals had treated them exceptionally well! Better than one could ask for, especially towards Jun Wenxin; the nine women had been almost solicitous, choosing only the kindest words, even exhibiting a degree of cautious deference. Yet, they were nobodies—why deserve such treatment?
During that single meal, the nine women showered Jun Wenxin with countless gifts. Each item was a treasure almost impossible to find in the world! Furthermore, there were heavenly materials and earthly treasures, any sliver of which would trigger terrifying bloodshed across the continent. Yet, these nine women practically shoved them toward them, giving everything away…
“They absolutely bear us no ill will!” Jun Wenxin asserted confidently.
Dongfang Wuhui nodded. “It’s precisely because they mean no harm that I find it so strange.” He then laughed freely. “Let’s not dwell on it. If fate wills it, we’ll meet again. We should tidy up and head home. We must keep those things hidden! Otherwise, they might bring us colossal trouble.”
Jun Wenxin agreed. “Naturally.” The two left the inn and made their way home.
But all along the journey, Jun Wenxin kept looking back, as if hoping for one last glimpse of that young man… Primarily, the way that youth sometimes looked at her gave her an overwhelming urge: a desire to pull him into her arms and cherish and care for him deeply…
As they walked, both felt the warmth emanating constantly from the two jade pendants they now wore, nourishing their bodies…
Jun Mo Xie and the women kept a distance before cloaking themselves, following Dongfang Wuhui and Jun Wenxin. Only when they saw them safely enter the gates of a grand residence, the plaque above inscribed with the four characters "Dongfang Shijia," did they finally relax and turn away.
Yet, everyone felt a touch of melancholy, a faint, lingering bitterness in their hearts…
After walking some distance, they encountered a young couple walking toward them, their features refined and handsome, no less captivating than Dongfang Wuhui and Jun Wenxin had been, radiating the same deep affection…
Jun Mo Xie smiled. These two were the protagonists of the romance of Qíng Yǒu Háo: Ye Guhan and Murong Xiuxiu…
Princess Ling Meng gasped softly, sensing something…
Ye Guhan and Murong Xiuxiu were finally united. In this life, Ye Guhan was named “Han Ye,” and Murong Xiuxiu had become “Rong Xiuer”…
A long while later, after bidding farewell to Han Ye and Rong Xiuer, Jun Mo Xie moved forward with a smile, accompanied by the nearly tearful Ling Meng and Mei Xueyan.
A voice drifted over from the roadside: “Damn it, believe it or not, I’ll smash you to death with pure gold! No capital, no capital, what are you showing off in front of me for? Putting on airs like a big shot?”
Following the sound, everyone saw a young, very stout man, swaggering and shaking his considerable bulk, pointing furiously at a richly dressed young master and cursing loudly: “…What? You’re still unconvinced? Let me tell you! Your Lord Tang has nothing else, but he has piles of gold and silver! Damn it, even if you brought the entire Meng family, I could flatten them with gold! Showing off in front of me, who do you think you are?”
The fat man’s curses were coarse, but a knowing smile touched Jun Mo Xie’s lips. A feeling of intimacy arose spontaneously… As if a long-forgotten camaraderie resurfaced, visualizing two brothers, sleeves rolled up, spitting profanity while drinking together…
As he thought, the fat man walked past, grumbling and spitting occasionally: “Damn it, bringing only a hundred taels of gold to gamble—what’s the point? I’m too embarrassed to be seen with him!”
Spotting Jun Mo Xie at once, his eyes lit up. “Wahaha! Brother here clearly looks like a rich sheep… uh, looks like a wealthy man! How about we try a few hands?” Much later, the fat man stumbled out of the gambling den in utter humiliation, stripped down to his underpants, his fleshy body jiggling with every tremor. He had lost everything, even his clothes and shoes, to Jun Mo Xie. If not for the fear of indecency, the man would have bet his last pair of shorts, all the while shouting: “These drawers are made of heavenly silk, worth a thousand taels of gold…” As he followed, he kept yelling: “Hey, don’t go! I’ll go back and get money, and we’ll play again!” Jun Mo Xie ignored the women who were doubled over with laughter and covertly followed the fat man home. It turned out to be the “Tang Residence.” This fat fellow’s name was also quite telling: Tang Guo.
However, this fellow disliked the name, having changed it to “Tang Kuo”…
This was, in fact, the reincarnation of Fatty Tang.
The fat man paraded down the street nearly naked, moving with the imposing gait of a dragon, utterly magnificent. But upon reaching his doorstep, he immediately wilted, stealthily trying to sneak in when a beautiful, mature woman leaped out: “Fatty Tang! You gambled again? Huh? You actually pawned your clothes and pants… Are you only satisfied when you’ve bet me away too?!”
What followed was a barrage of punches, kicks, and stick beatings…
Jun Mo Xie suppressed his laughter, revealed himself, and placed the winnings—bank notes, gold chits, cash, silver, and property deeds—right in front of the fat man. Tang Guo froze, blinking his small eyes blankly, utterly bewildered.
“Dare to gamble again, and I will confiscate your entire house!” Jun Mo Xie threatened viciously.
“Never, never again…” The fat man’s face glistened with sweat, tears welling in his eyes, looking pitifully pathetic.
Jun Mo Xie burst into loud laughter, slapping the fat man’s shoulder. “Go on,” he laughed. “Take care.” That single touch infused him with countless threads of fortune and endless luck!
Fatty, live well.
In every lifetime, you remain my brother!
Bidding farewell to the fat man, Jun Mo Xie and the women looked around. Seeing that dusk was approaching and the streets were growing deserted, and noticing Ling Meng still looking somewhat wistful, Jun Mo Xie often let out a deep breath, suddenly murmuring softly: “Don’t know how to start, don’t know how to end, They say passion is bitterer than being heartless, Why are you still showing such tender affection? Is it that you’ve been too careless? Is it that you’ve been too foolish? Love at its end cannot return to the beginning, Why are you still so stubborn? If the next life is a repetition of this one, Even if passion is more bitter than heartlessness…” “If the next life is a repetition of this one, are you still so uncaring?”
“If the next life is a repetition of this one,” the women murmured the line in unison, all falling into a daze. Suddenly, they looked up at Jun Mo Xie: “If the next life is a repetition of this one, are you still so uncaring?”
“Uh…” Jun Mo Xie was momentarily stunned.
“A fine ‘If the next life is a repetition of this one’!” A voice praised. “Not bad, not bad!”
Jun Mo Xie started inwardly and looked up. Just a dozen feet before him, a figure had suddenly materialized.
A youth—tall, clad in a black robe, his garment fluttering wildly in the night wind, brimming with endless allure.
This youth’s face was handsome, yet for some inexplicable reason, upon seeing him, one was immediately struck by an overwhelming sense of arrogance. As if in all the heavens and earth, no one registered in his eyes!
Scornful of everything!
Arrogant!
Infinite arrogance!
Then, the eyes of this sinister, arrogant youth fell upon Mei Xueyan and the others. He clicked his tongue in appreciation. “Truly beautiful: so many great beauties. Haha, Jun Mo Xie, with so many beauties, I suddenly find myself reluctant to let them all become widows!”
Jun Mo Xie smiled faintly. “Likewise. I feel reluctant to let your several hundred wives become widows! Young Master Number One of the Nine Hells, we finally meet.”
The black-robed youth opposite was the Young Master Number One of the Nine Hells?
Upon hearing that name, Mei Xueyan and the others gasped as if struck by a thunderclap.
This arrogant madman, who scorned the ages, the most famously insane person throughout history! He was now standing right before them!
Young Master Number One of the Nine Hells laughed thunderously, his arrogant laughter carrying far into the night, deafening the surroundings and immediately drawing curses from nearby residents, likely having disturbed their sleep.
But the Young Master Number One paid no heed, as if he hadn't heard; after laughing for a good while, he said, “Jun Mo Xie, how about a fight?”
“I have always harbored one greatest wish,” Jun Mo Xie said calmly, a wickedly charming smile suddenly appearing on his lips. “Back in Fengxue Silver City, I swore that if I ever met you, it would be a great disservice to myself if I didn't beat you into a swine’s head.”
Young Master Number One erupted in another bout of maniacal laughter. As he laughed, his hands tucked into his black robes, his figure slowly floated upward, ascending gracefully in the darkness.
The moment he rose, the heaven and earth erupted in fierce gales, lightning flashed, and angry clouds surged violently. His black robe dispersed into swirling dark clouds, his long hair whipping wildly in the wind. He suddenly roared with laughter, “Let’s see who ends up as the swine’s head!”
“Come!”
Jun Mo Xie let out a wild laugh, his tone of arrogance in no way inferior to the Young Master Number One. As his white robes billowed in the wind, he swept his wide sleeve, and Mei Xueyan and the others instantly vanished, entering the small world.
And Jun Mo Xie’s figure, clad in flowing white, now stood in the sky, opposite the Young Master Number One.
The two locked gazes, both sharp to the extreme. Where their eyes met, a sudden clap of thunder erupted, shaking apart the lofty clouds!
A black shadow, a white shadow, both ascended ceaselessly, reaching beyond the highest heavens in an instant!
“Hahahaha… Come! Today, let us have a satisfying battle!”
“Come!”
Both roared their challenges simultaneously and struck at the same time!
Young Master Number One waved his right hand, and the fourteen characters, “Eternal and Unmatched Guest Across the Ages, Young Master Number One of the Nine Hells Under Heaven,” suddenly appeared, transforming into fourteen distinct forces, pressing down upon Jun Mo Xie like fourteen colossal mountains!
Jun Mo Xie bellowed, “Well met!” He waved his right hand lightly, and the four characters, “Evil Monarch,” transformed into Yin-Yang power, meeting the onslaught with tremendous force!
Simultaneously, he waved his left hand, and from the boundless heights, another four characters plummeted down!
These four characters were heavier still, conveying the sense that even if the entire universe stood in their path, these four characters could crush it all!
Young Master Number One looked up sharply and saw!
The four characters: “Otherworldly Evil Monarch”!
Young Master Number One frowned, then suddenly erupted into great laughter, shaking with delight and utter merriment.
Jun Mo Xie also began to laugh, a hearty, unrestrained laugh!
The two stood laughing across the infinite void, momentarily forgetting their ongoing confrontation.
“Otherworldly Evil Monarch, hahaha! What a magnificent ‘Otherworldly Evil Monarch’!” Young Master Number One guffawed. “Not bad. You are the Evil Monarch, but you hail from another world. Fighting me with the power of two worlds… hahaha… isn’t that bullying?”
Jun Mo Xie raised an eyebrow. “You can do the same. You old immortal, who knows how many worlds’ power you command? Besides… surely the current Young Master Number One isn’t afraid of being bullied?”
Young Master Number One burst into laughter again. Amidst his laughter, both attacked simultaneously!
“Come! Battle!”
, End of Book.,, I considered writing about the details of their battle and the ending, but upon reflection, it felt quite meaningless. Regardless of the outcome, neither of these two could be truly defeated. Describing it felt dull. Better to leave it unwritten, reserving some space for imagination.
Finally, it is finished. My heart feels heavy; allow me a moment to gather my thoughts and calm my emotions before writing the concluding remarks.