Recalling the day he killed men at the Yellow Flower Hall with Jun Wuyi, Jun Moxie frowned, lost in thought.

If judged by his previous life, his current level of power was only that of a Houtian (Post-Heaven) martial artist.

But in this world, the strict tiered cultivation system gave Jun Moxie a subtle feeling of being unable to compare.

This world's Profound Qi, ranging from First Grade to Ninth Grade, then Silver Grade to Divine Profound, clearly delineated every rank; yet, comparing the sheer strength derived from his cultivation method, the Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong (Creation of Heaven and Fortune Technique)—setting aside its mystical abilities—with this world's Profound Qi, seemed somewhat, even significantly, amiss.

By this world's ranking standards, his own cultivation had effectively bypassed the First, Second, and Third Grade Profound Qi, starting directly from the Fourth Grade. After cultivating for this long, in terms of brute strength alone, he absolutely should not be able to match a Silver Grade Profound Practitioner; however, if he faced a Silver Grade Practitioner now, even one at the peak of Silver Profound, he was confident he could kill them easily with a mere gesture! At this pace of advancement, by the time the first layer of his Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong reached completion, he should be at a level surpassing the peak of the Silver Grade in this world and breaking into the Gold Profound realm; and after breaking through the second layer? What comparison would that be?

Furthermore, if cultivation in this world could be rapidly advanced by external aid, could his Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong also benefit? If so, what kind of things would be advantageous to his cultivation?

Thinking this, Jun Moxie suddenly felt he had ventured out too little and should make a point of going out more often. After all, this present world was vastly different from his original one.

With Old Master Jun absent, Jun Moxie summoned two guards to accompany him. After all, it was an invitation from the Second Prince; at such a time, the Prince would be focused on protecting him, and if he held any ill will, it would be like shooting himself in the foot, so there was absolutely no risk involved.

Guan Qinghan and the Young Master Jun arrived at Old Master Jun's study almost simultaneously, naturally finding the room empty; still fuming, she simply turned a corner to find Third Uncle, Jun Wuyi.

Jun Wuyi had just issued a Family Head Order, dispatching absolutely reliable personnel to rendezvous with the young men and women currently fleeing for their lives; this was the first time Third Master had exercised the power granted by the Family Head Order passed down by Old Master Jun. However, Third Master currently felt none of the thrill of holding such great authority; instead, he sat in his seemingly useless wheelchair, meticulously pondering the words Jun Moxie had spoken on the journey, as well as the extraordinary stealth capabilities and counter-tracking strategies Jun Moxie displayed on the way back. The more he thought, the more inexhaustible the realization became; every gesture, every word from Young Master Jun earlier seemed filled with profound meaning, yielding a different insight upon every reflection!

Recalling Jun Moxie's words: "Cultivation is my instinct; I don't need to consciously practice, yet every moment I am cultivating with full effort." Jun Wuyi felt a lingering sweetness in his mouth and a profound sense of flavor whenever he recalled this single sentence, its aftertaste lingering long.

This statement was more than just reasonable; it was practically a truth! If one could cultivate to that extent, what kind of perseverance would be required? But conversely, if one could truly achieve it, what heights could be reached? Not to mention anything else, Jun Wuyi had encountered countless masters throughout his life, including those at the Heavenly Profound realm, but absolutely none could reach the level Jun Moxie had attained!

Though Jun Moxie was young now, with his achievements and attitude towards martial arts, he was already an immortal legend!

Jun Wuyi let out a deep breath, his sword-like brows slowly furrowing: Since Moxie can do it, why can't I? Am I truly so useless? Simultaneously, Jun Wuyi realized that if he wished to exact revenge through his own power and gain the approval of Han Yanyao's family, Jun Moxie's method of cultivation might very well be his optimal choice!

Jun Wuyi pondered deeply, but he did not realize that this single thought set him truly on the path toward becoming a peak expert! Though it was only the beginning now.

This was only possible because the internal energy Jun Moxie cultivated in his previous life and the Kai Tian Zao Hua Gong cultivated in this life were special entities distinct from this world's Profound Qi. They could naturally circulate along with the flow of his vital energy; moreover, with the Linglong Hongjun Pagoda constantly supplying spiritual energy to aid his practice, achieving this was not difficult.

However, for Jun Wuyi to entertain such fanciful ideas and attempt to achieve the same thing would undoubtedly be as difficult as scaling the heavens! While the Profound Qi of this world, fundamentally speaking, served a similar function to internal energy, its nature was entirely different. Profound Qi placed greater emphasis on destructive power and was violently potent; allowing it to run automatically according to nature would likely result in immediate disaster from cultivation deviation. Therefore, all Profound Qi cultivators were exceedingly cautious, striving to cultivate undisturbed in tranquility to achieve victory.

With this idea now planted in his mind, Wuyi had basically initiated a monumental transformation!

As the saying goes: Daring to think is already half the battle won!

The sound of hurried, shuffling footsteps approached, the rhythm indicating the owner was nurturing anger.

"Is that Qinghan? Why such heavy footsteps, what happened!" Jun Wuyi instantly deduced the identity of the approaching person.

"Third Uncle, you must control this little scamp Jun Moxie! Today he brazenly told me he was going to the Nighshang Pavilion at Misty Lake!" Guan Qinghan huffed, clearly furious, though her indignation was aimed solely at Jun Moxie. Within the family hierarchy, Guan Qinghan held sincere reverence for Old Master Jun Zhantian and for the Third Uncle, Jun Wuyi, whose body was disabled but whose spirit remained undiminished.

"Just this?" Third Master Jun was somewhat surprised; what sort of matter was this!

"Ah? Just this?! Isn't this a huge matter?! He's only been quiet for a few days before showing his true colors again. If this continues, what will become of him?" Guan Qinghan fumed, very angry.

"Oh, I know about this. I told him to go," Jun Wuyi replied calmly, shaking off his deep contemplation.

"You knew? And you told him to go? You..." Guan Qinghan’s eyes widened in astonishment, as if seeing Third Master Jun Wuyi for the first time, very much in the spirit of, 'Like master, like pupil.'

"Qinghan, you misunderstood. The Second Prince initiated this meeting to discuss matters with him; the location just happened to be that Nighshang Pavilion at Misty Lake," Jun Wuyi smiled gently. "Qinghan, Moxie, he... is actually very sensible."

"Sensible," Guan Qinghan was speechless. Given Jun Moxie's actions over the years, describing him as wickedly immoral and universally condemned would not be an exaggeration. Now, to hear such a phrase as "very sensible" from Jun Wuyi's mouth—what was that supposed to mean!

"I didn't understand before, but now I do," Guan Qinghan sighed softly in disappointment and turned to leave. "It turns out he was just spoiled. I truly understand now..."

"Alas, there are many things you will come to know in time," Jun Wuyi called softly from behind her, his mind immediately sinking back into the contemplation of Profound Qi cultivation.

Guan Qinghan paused briefly but continued on her way.

Jun Wuyi sighed and murmured, "Someone come, invite Steward Uncle Pang here." Old Pang arrived quickly, standing before Jun Wuyi in an instant.

"Uncle Pang, there is something I need you to help me with now." Jun Wuyi rubbed his face with both hands, seeming to find the decision difficult.

"What is it? Please, Third Master, command me," Old Pang's face was solemn. This was the first task Third Master had assigned him since taking control of the family authority; whatever it was, it had to be executed perfectly.

"The Capital Security Yamen reportedly discovered a large group of... disabled children in the Yellow Flower Hall; quite pitiful," Jun Wuyi finally made up his mind. "Go there and see how many are still alive, then bring them all back to the Jun family. Our estate is vast, we won't miss the food for a few extra mouths." They are only children."

"Yes, I'll go immediately," Old Pang said, preparing to leave.

"If you can avoid exposing your identity, then do so; if someone obstructs you, then simply state it is my will!" Jun Wuyi stared straight ahead, his eyes gradually sharpening with a fierce light!

Nighshang Pavilion.

The entire vast third floor had been cleared; only a sparse few people were seated, each dressed in fine silks and furs, displaying graceful and refined composure; all were clad as scholars. The central figure was handsome and very young, his attire not overly lavish, yet his bearing and movements naturally exuded an air of noble refinement.

"Second Master, why must you personally attend to a mere dissolute wastrel like Jun Moxie? Any one of us here would suffice to show him face; for you, Second Master, to personally appear is perhaps giving that boy too much credit."

The speaker was a young man in his late twenties, tall and slender, with skin pale as jade, almost feminine. Despite the late autumn weather, he continued to wave a folding fan languidly, a somewhat incongruous sight, yet none of the others present remarked upon it, suggesting this person held some standing.

"Brother Cheng, Second Master is not showing Jun Moxie any face; Brother Cheng was correct just now, Jun Moxie is likely just a wayward spendthrift, more capable of spoiling things than achieving them. In himself, the boy is utterly worthless; however, he possesses a good family background and respectable elders behind him. Second Master is paying respects to Jun Zhantian," stated an old man in his late fifties or early sixties, seated comfortably, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Even if Old Master Jun Zhantian himself came, so what?" The young "Brother Cheng" chuckled dismissively. "Though Jun Zhantian holds high office and great authority, in terms of Profound Qi cultivation, he is at best a Heavenly Profound master. If he truly intended to strike me dead, I could ask my father to act, and it would be done without the slightest effort!"

At these words, even the brow of the Second Prince seated in the center twitched almost imperceptibly.

Everyone present frowned. "Merely Heavenly Profound?" You say that so lightly. Across the entire Tianxiang Kingdom, how many Heavenly Profound experts are there in total? Although your Cheng family is powerful and has many masters, it is ultimately a Jianghu (martial world) family, incomparable to the Jun family's dominance in the military sphere. Perhaps the reverse should be said: if Old Master Jun Zhantian wished to annihilate your Cheng family, it would indeed be without the slightest effort!