"Your entire family is the object of my disgust! The disgust of my entire life!" Jun Mòwū forced out, suddenly roaring: "Fatty Tang, I am magnanimously taking you in today. If you brat can't build a commercial empire for me, I'll drain every bit of fat from your body and burn it for the Heavenly Lamp! Remember my words today!" "I was born to do this," Tang Yuan managed to lift his heavy neck, extremely proud: "First, tell me your plan. Let's see if this young master can make improvements, then I'll offer some pointers, and then watch me unleash my full potential to funnel all the world's silver into your embrace!" "Into our embrace!" Jun Mòxié corrected him. "You're responsible for making the money, and you're also responsible for spending it on me! Otherwise, what's the use of earning it? If it can't be used properly, even piling up a mountain of gold is useless!"

With that, he pulled out a few sheets of paper from his robes. "I don't have time to talk this over with you. This is the plan I wrote; take a look. I don't really understand these things, so you, claiming to be an expert, need to give me plenty of suggestions. From now on, this is what we'll be doing." He gave Tang Yuan a pat on a certain injured vital spot, and amid the pig-slaughtering screams and curses of Fatty Tang, he strolled out leisurely.

Tang Yuan muttered dismissively, "I've been in business my whole life, and this brat writes a business plan for me to look at? That's truly hilarious! I'll sleep on it first, then I'll revise it and give him a lesson." He closed his eyes, casually stuffing Jun Mòqí’s papers under his pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't that Jun Mòxié disliked the Fatty; it was just that Young Master Jun was incredibly busy—seriously, extremely, exceedingly busy. For the past two days, whether walking or sleeping, he was consumed by studying that peculiar Yin-Yang Evasion Technique that allowed for instantaneous, anywhere concealment—it was practically a talisman for survival! Once he mastered this skill, who could possibly lay a hand on him? Even if the entire world's Supreme Divine Profound Masters besieged him, he'd just enact a hand seal, vanish, and think, Hah, you bunch of fools, how can you kill me if you can't even see me?

Thus, Jun Mòxié diligently practiced the Yin-Yang Evasion Technique with the utmost enthusiasm. To test the technique, Jun Mòxié managed to completely empty his body’s Qi reserves over fifty times in a single day—more than fifty times of 'emptying the inn' and being 'drained of essence'...

Although the Hongjun Pagoda provided powerful replenishment, Jun Mòwū still struggled to keep up. He was studying every moment, and each activation of the Yin-Yang Evasion Technique demanded immense spiritual power. Often, before he could complete two practice sessions, the spiritual energy Jun Mòxié had painstakingly accumulated would be completely depleted. So the Hongjun Pagoda would output furiously to replenish it, then Jun Mòxié would practice again, drain it again, and be replenished again... A constant cycle.

However, this continuous cycle brought Young Master Jun a positive side effect: his cultivation had genuinely leaped up a whole tier in these two days.

But Young Master Jun's disadvantage was that without a renowned master to guide him, he had to rely on his own exploration. This was akin to a blind man touching an elephant—experimenting bit by bit, suffering greatly in the process.

What truly depressed Jun Mòwū was that after all this grueling practice, exhausting both body and mind, to the point where even his soul, which supposedly knew no fatigue, felt weary, there seemed to be absolutely no discernible effect. If there was any effect at all, it was that little loli Ke'er had become slightly twitchy—that was the only result...

"Ke'er, can you see me?" "Yes, Young Master, what do you mean? Are you telling Ke'er a joke?" Ke'er looked at him with wide, round eyes, tilting her head in utter bewilderment. "Oh..." Jun Mòxié flashed back to the study. "...Young Master, please let me pass, why are you blocking my way?" Ke'er looked up. "...Young Master, don't tug at my clothes." "Young Master, you've messed up my hair..." "Young Master, why are you pressing your face against the wall? Are you feeling unwell?"... Jun Mòxié awkwardly ended his wall-phasing test. "Young Master, you are very strange today..." "Gege, Young Master, your posture is so ugly..." "Ah! Young... Young... Master, what on earth are you... are you... doing..." Sob... "Don't hit your head on the tree! If your head hurts, I'll go invite a doctor for you..." The little loli was thoroughly terrified...

"Damn it!" Jun Mòwū exploded in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to practice this damn thing to make it work?! Isn't this just messing with me?!" After hundreds of trials, the great assassin Yuan Yu flopped down under a large courtyard tree. To practice this evasion technique, Young Master Jun had paid a tragic price; at the very least, his forehead was red from his attempts to phase through walls...

The top of his head was bumpy, resembling the crown of the Buddha Shakyamuni; this was the result of attempting the Earth Evasion Technique... He leaped high, then head-down, performing a perfect somersault, landing with a thud, seeing stars... His clothes were scorched, and blisters had risen on his skin—this was the sole achievement from practicing the Fire Evasion Technique... As for Wind Evasion, well, Young Master Jun didn't quite know about that yet. As for the core Yin-Yang Evasion... "***, do I have to practice this in Hell?"

"If I keep practicing, I might end up transmigrating again..." Jun Mòwū looked mournfully at his scarred body. He suddenly lowered his head, his messy hair falling into his crotch, causing him to roll like a stray egg onto the ground...

Old Master Jun, ever since passing the role of family head to his son Jun Wúyì, was frequently away. And Third Master Jun, having mastered the art of disguise, was completely unseen. The little loli, having no other choice, went to invite Guan Qinghán. After much swearing and tearful pleading, she finally managed to coax Guan Qinghán over.

When Guan Qinghán arrived, she saw Young Master Jun with his head stuck in his crotch, his entire body bent into a ball, rolling on the ground... Most inappropriately, he was somewhat dishevelled—for instance, the large hole burned in his backside revealed a startling expanse of white skin. Although the skin was indeed smooth, Bah, what am I thinking? "What are you doing?" Guan Qinghán asked, surprised, looking at her little brother-in-law with a cold face. "Is self-abuse fun?" She truly couldn't fathom what fit of madness this man from the Jun family was having now, what evil spirit possessed him. Look at this state—more like performance art than a beggar!

Jun Mòxié lifted his head dazedly, muttering incoherently, looking utterly deranged, bloodshot eyes fixed on Guan Qinghán. For a moment, he seemed to see nothing at all, then suddenly clutched his head in contemplation. Then, with a loud "Wahaha!" he jumped up, slammed into a tree with a bang, tumbled back dazed, landing sprawled on the ground, eyes staring at the sky, yet filled with deep thought...

Guan Qinghán was both exasperated and amused. She scolded, "Get up! What kind of decorum is this?! You are a disgrace to be the sole descendant of the third generation of the Jun family!"

But Jun Mòxié’s entire mind was now submerged in his study of the Yin-Yang Evasion. When he focused, his mind was utterly detached; put nicely, everything around him held no place in his eyes or heart. Put bluntly, he was single-minded, stuck in a deadlock. Whether he hit a wall or not, he wouldn't turn back; even if he bled profusely, he would just continue to hit it harder. He couldn't hear a word Guan Qinghán was saying, nor did he realize that his beautiful sister-in-law, Guan Qinghán, was standing right before him!

This was precisely the essence of his persistence, and perhaps the root of his success... In anything he did, he concentrated all his spirit and intellect, going all out to achieve the best result!

He frowned, pondered a little longer, then suddenly leaped up again, head down, falling stiffly... "Bang!" Jun Mòxié twitched a few times, his eyes rolled back, and he grinned foolishly, "I must quickly master this skill so I can sneak a peek at pretty sister-in-law bathing..." Then his body stiffened, and he fainted.

Heaven knows how those words slipped out! Perhaps even Jun Mòwū himself couldn't understand why he would utter such a thing in such a confused state...

My God, Jehovah, and all the Heavens, what kind of mess is this! To declare his intention to peep at her bathing right in front of his beautiful sister-in-law... Guan Qinghán was instantly shaking with rage, her delicate face turning deathly pale!

"Young Mistress, the Young Master... he's delirious right now. He's speaking nonsense, please don't take it seriously. The Young Master... he's... made great progress recently," Ke'er said, her face flushed red, waving her hands awkwardly and stuttering out an explanation.

Guan Qinghán’s eyes seemed ready to spew fire. She snorted coldly, "Ke'er, even you are helping this scoundrel cover his wickedness now?" Without another word, she rushed forward and delivered a heavy kick—Bang!—then, feeling unsatisfied, prepared to strike again.

Just then, Jun Mòxié cried out, "Aiya!" and stood up straight from the ground. His expression shifted rapidly through surprise, relief, and confusion, changing several times in quick succession, making him look incredibly bizarre.

Guan Qinghán stood silent, tears welling in her eyes; Jun Mòxié's previous statement was a profound humiliation to her! She raised her hand to strike Jun Mòwū’s face.

Jun Mòxié tilted his head back, stepping back to evade the palm strike, asking in astonishment, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing so suddenly?" By his intuition, that strike was certainly not on the level of their usual sparring jabs. If he had taken it squarely, he estimated half his teeth would have fallen out!

"You know perfectly well what you did! You absolute beast!" Guan Qinghán roared, her beautiful face icy cold, pressing forward step by step.

Jun Mòxié retreated cautiously, easily dodging her advances. "I don't recall offending you, Sister-in-law. Why are you so angry today?"

"How else do you intend to offend me?" Guan Qinghán saw the shameless sophistry of this wretched little brother-in-law. She snorted coldly. Seeing that fists and kicks were useless against him, she suddenly drew the long sword from her waist with a Clang! The sword light flashed across the air, and with a Swish, she lunged toward Jun Mòwū's shoulder.

Jun Mòxié was startled. What was going on? She was actually drawing steel? Completely bewildered, he dodged by rolling and scrambling. He had already exhausted his internal Profound Energy countless times today, leaving his body and spirit utterly drained. Moreover, just now, he had finally grasped something, and the spiritual energy he had managed to replenish was once again totally consumed. Facing Guan Qinghán now was equivalent to being abused, especially since he couldn't fight back, making the situation a hundred times worse!

Sensing trouble, he decisively turned to flee. Ke'er bounced and hopped, trying to block Guan Qinghán, but with her meager cultivation, how could she stop the enraged Guan Qinghán? Fatty Tang heard the commotion outside and shouted from his bed, "Murder!"

Chaos immediately erupted.

Just then, the gate guard came running over: "Young Master, Young Mistress, Steward Guan from Jiangnan, Steward Guan, and the two young masters have arrived for a visit."

Guan Qinghán gasped, "Ah!" and the long sword slipped from her hand, clattering to the ground.

Jun Mòxié grimaced and muttered, "I haven't even done anything yet, why are her family members already showing up."