For the next few days, Jun Wuyi endured the relentless sound of Jun Moxie hammering metal day and night: although the material was being shaped into small throwing knives, Jun Moxie needed to personally perfect both the edge and the balance until they suited him perfectly; furthermore, the knives he ground himself would feel more familiar in his hands!

Jun Moxie possessed the Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong to recover instantly, but it was agony for the few burly men tending the bellows; those robust, imposing fellows ended up with arms swollen nearly as thick as their thighs... "Moxie, there's something that puzzles me," Jun Wuyi said, somewhat surprised. "Why have I never seen you formally cultivating?" Guan Qinghan’s so-called sparring drills were now merely a game—or rather, a painful game—for Jun Moxie; yet, aside from that, Jun Wuyi had never once caught Jun Moxie spending time in meditation or practice. Still, his mysterious abilities were increasingly shocking him. He seemed to be improving every moment; if not a thousand miles in a single stride, it was close enough. How could such progress fail to astonish Jun Wuyi?

"Cultivating?" Jun Moxie gave him a strange look. "Third Uncle, I cultivate every moment of every day. Why can't you see it? What kind of eyes do you have?!"

"Huh?" Jun Wuyi’s eyes widened in great astonishment.

"Do you truly believe, Third Uncle, that only by sitting quietly, holding your breath, cross-legged and motionless while nourishing the dantian, does one count as cultivating?" Jun Moxie’s tone held a hint of genuine surprise. "I believe that cultivating profound techniques can happen at any moment—while eating, while walking, while fighting, while talking, standing, sitting, or running. Are these not all opportunities for cultivation? Even while sleeping, a little self-hypnosis before drifting off allows one to cultivate in dreams."

"Across the twelve shichen of the day, I waste not a single minute or second; even as we speak now, I am still cultivating. How can you say I don't cultivate? Perhaps you should ask me when I don't cultivate!" Jun Moxie smiled.

"It can be done like that?" Jun Wuyi's eyes widened even further in shock.

"When walking, one primarily trains movement skills (Qing Shen Gongfu), along with alertness and heightened tactile sense; one can also train the eyes and ears, the body's feel—all of these are trainable; if you have the intent, isn't that cultivation?"

Jun Moxie stated seriously, "The same applies during combat, but you must add the cultivation of one's state of mind (Xinjing). Loneliness is the perfect time to temper one's will. During chaos, it is the best method to maintain a calm, icy heart. As for internal power (Gongli), it runs automatically at all times. Unless one is at the stage of a breakthrough and needs to channel all energy to break through, one can cultivate internal power the rest of the time. Is this really so hard to grasp?"

Jun Moxie spoke as if it were obvious, yet he noticed Jun Wuyi’s eyes growing wider and wider, threatening to bulge right out of his head.

"You train while instinctively performing these dodging and evasive maneuvers? Focusing on so many things at once, yet not being thrown into confusion?" Jun Wuyi gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. "That seems a bit too difficult?"

"How is that focusing on many things at once?" Jun Moxie sounded genuinely helpless. "All of this must be integrated into instinct, done completely naturally; it requires neither thought nor effort—where is the multi-tasking you speak of?"

Jun Wuyi was speechless. He finally recognized one absolute truth: his nephew was, quite simply, a monster! He, Jun Wuyi, was a normal person; comparing oneself to a monster was just asking for trouble!

Such an unbelievable method of cultivation, if applied to any other person, would have likely led to internal deviation (Zou Huo Ru Mo) or even madness, yet it rolled off his tongue as casually as eating cabbage!

Cultivating Xuan Qi—was it truly that simple?

"Third Uncle, you needn't be so deliberate about it. In truth, it’s merely a process of habit becoming natural."

"For example, when we walk, our eyes look ahead, our feet tread the path, and we speak at the same time. We also smell the fragrance of earth, flowers, or perhaps something foul. Our eyes see red, green, and yellow; we see people, horses, and other things, yet we don't falter in anything, and we can clearly distinguish all these sensations in our minds. Strictly speaking, achieving this requires dividing one's attention, but we don't feel like we are dividing it. Everything happens naturally."

Jun Moxie smiled leisurely, "Cultivation can be the same. The reason you haven't achieved it is simply that your focus on cultivation is not yet absolute, not completely dedicated. That is all. Every day, when you do anything, tell yourself: I am cultivating. It may feel unnatural at first, but with time, those words become a habit. When you are then engaged in an activity, you begin to cultivate, and gradually, that activity becomes cultivation, and you won't feel any difference."

"It's that simple," Jun Moxie smiled. "Look at us, Third Uncle and I; we haven't been delayed by anything, nor have we consciously thought about it, but we’ve already arrived home, haven't we?"

Jun Wuyi pondered this and looked up—sure enough, not far ahead was the back gate of the Jun family estate!

"No wonder you seem so indifferent to everything; it turns out that in your heart, you view everything lightly, including life. Oh, perhaps not lightly, but rather with a kind of broadmindedness..." Jun Wuyi pondered, unable to name the feeling. Only now did he realize that, without noticing, he had unconsciously been imitating Jun Moxie’s movements along the way. When he stopped now, he felt an indescribable weariness.

But looking at Jun Moxie, whose Xuan Qi and physique were clearly inferior to his own, he showed not the slightest sign of fatigue. Jun Wuyi had to admit—'habit' was indeed a tremendously powerful force.

As soon as they arrived home, a servant rushed to report: General Dugu Wudi was here looking for the Third Young Master; Young Master Tang Yuan was also looking for the Third Young Master; moreover, three invitations had arrived simultaneously, requesting Jun Moxie attend banquets!

Coincidentally and evenly matched: one invitation from the First Prince, one from the Second Prince, and one from the Third Prince... the Emperor’s three sons were all simultaneously attempting to befriend the notorious wastrel, Jun Moxie! The situation smelled strongly of intrigue.

Jun Wuyi gave him a profound look and said, "Moxie, from this day forward, you walk your own path. As long as you are clear in your own heart, that is enough. I will explain to your grandfather; neither of us will restrict you further." He paused. "We trust you!"

Jun Moxie’s recent string of performances had greatly reassured Third Master Jun Wuyi, even filling him with a degree of admiration. Therefore, he decided to step back, leaving all matters to Jun Moxie to handle. He had realized that although Jun Moxie appeared unconcerned with everything, he cared deeply about one thing: never wanting to be disturbed while doing anything; even his sitting, standing, moving, or resting possessed a unique quality. Furthermore, vigilance had become his instinct!

For anyone to try and take advantage of someone like Jun Moxie would undoubtedly be harder than climbing to heaven!

"Thank you, Third Uncle," Jun Moxie said after a moment of silence, thanking him earnestly.

"Jun Moxie! You—you—what bizarre substance did you put in that damned wine? Seven people are still unconscious even now! If anything happens to them, I will tear you apart!" General Dugu Wudi exploded upon seeing Jun Moxie appear, leaping up instantly.

Overnight, the usually robust Old Master Dugu looked visibly haggard. Indeed, parental love is universal; the seven Xiong Di of the Dugu family had been carried back the night before and remained in a deep, sleep-like state ever since. All attempts to wake them—serving sobering broths, anti-hangover teas, vinegar, soy sauce—had proven useless. Even piercing them with a knife elicited no reaction. If not for the thunderous snoring emanating from the seven brothers, proving they were merely heavily drunk, Old Master Dugu might have gone completely mad. You, Jun Zhantian’s grandson, are a grandson, but are mine not grandsons? To knock out seven of them in one go—was he trying to make anyone live? Still, drinking to this extent was truly unprecedented and unmatched.

"Dugu Wudi, how dare a little brat like you be so rude in front of this old man? You argue without reason; do you truly think I won't teach you a lesson? Before, you allowed your grandson to cause trouble at my Jun Manor, causing massive destruction, and then left without a word. You spoke beautifully of compensation later, but I haven't seen a single piece of silver. Now, because your sons and nephews drank too much stolen wine, you come here to shift the blame? Is there any justice or fairness left in this world!" Old Master Jun’s voice was sinister.

"They aren't awake yet? Haha, this is easy to fix," Jun Moxie chuckled inwardly; he knew they wouldn't be able to wake them. He lounged back in his armchair, propping his legs up again. "What medicine did I use? Clearly, it’s just a severe hangover. Look at the fuss you’re making. However, if you want me to step in and wake them up, that will require silver!"

"Silver..." Dugu Wudi’s face darkened. The General couldn't understand why the Jun family, though perhaps not able to cover the entire sky in Tianxiang Kingdom, was undeniably a super-family, yet its sole heir was such a miser? Silver on his lips and silver in his mind; he spared no effort in swindling, tricking, and extorting!

One jar of wine demanded twenty-five million liang of silver... even the Emperor confiscating assets wasn't as ruthless as this.

"How much do you need this time? State it upfront, but don't even think about demanding an outrageous sum!" Dugu Wudi gritted his teeth and asked, glancing nervously at Old Master Jun, who was watching him menacingly.

"Not much this time, seventy thousand liang of silver will suffice. It’s for the materials needed to wake them up—absolutely fair pricing, high quality, guaranteed genuine!" Jun Moxie stretched out his right hand showing five fingers, then extended his left hand showing two more, wiggling them.

"Luckily it’s only seventy thousand liang, otherwise you wouldn't have enough fingers," Dugu Wudi mocked.

"No problem, I can use my toes too," Jun Moxie grinned widely. "Money upfront for delivery, good sale, no credit allowed."