79 A Blessing In Disguise

Dugu Zong Heng squinted his eyes as he looked on with contempt. "Observe this old bastard. Simply because his grandson was a little hurt, he had become so anxious. He does not have the bearing of a great general at all, how derisive! For someone like me to be outranked by using such an ordinary guy, what a worldly tragedy!"

Dugu Wu Di, his lips curled, and spoke out in agreement with his father as he nodded his head, "A worldly tragedy indeed, how despicable!"

All the ministers shook their heads in unison as they looked at them with utter contempt, "An insignificant scratch would have been a sufficient reason for you people from the Dugu family to raise a sky wrecking havoc. Yet, you have the gall to despise Jun Zhan Tian, how shameless! However, what Grandfather Dugu spoke today seemed rehearsed. It seemed that one of the head clerks must have helped him out with his script…"

Eh? Could it be that he had rehearsed this for a long time? That was a shocking revelation! Could it be that something is going on in the Military Division? All the old foxes in the Imperial Court was shocked as they thought about it.

Dugu Zongheng laughed happily, seeing his son supporting him with complementing words. He stroked his beard and said, "In the end, my family is still the best. Producing nearly ten heirs at a go, every one of them is skilled dragons and fearsome tigers; unlike the Jun Family which only have a single fur."

Dugu Wudi nodded like a chicken pecking down at rice grains. "Indeed! Indeed!"

A wave of contempt burst out from the crowd again, "With just one sentence, you began bragging about your family’s foundation. Producing nearly ten heirs at a go? Have you regarded your daughter-in-laws as sows? How uncouth! Besides, your three sons have a total of twenty wives but only produce about ten grandchildren; you think you’re qualified to brag?"

Ignoring the prideful father and son pair, they all shook their heads and left as they headed back home.

Let us just assumed that everything that had happened in the past couple of days was an exhilarating farce. If we only knew that it would end like this… sigh.

Thereafter, the palace guards saw Grandpa Jun triumphantly escorting an old man with white hair and beard, carrying a medical chest, out of the palace. On the horse that Grandpa Jun rode on, with another seat prepared!

It turned out Grandpa Jun had already prepared a seat for the doctor before entering the palace…

indeed... a detailed plan!

Who do you call a master? This is who you call a master!

…

The great Young Master Jun, Jun Mo Xie, was lying in bed, putting all his effort to look ill. Honestly, he was feeling joyful inside.

The Lolita, Little Ke, carefully served him spoonfuls of sweet bird’s nest soup for him. There were also ginseng soup, eight treasures lotus soup… as long as it is nourishing, it was prepared for him. The only thing which made him unhappy was that Grandpa Jun would occasionally prepare a generous sum of Sixth level Xuan Beasts’ blood. According to him, they were rare nourishing stuff. But, Jun Moxie would have to cover his nose and pour it down his throat or pour it down the bucket beside his bed…

"It’s simply too hard to stomach! I am not a barbarian! Why would you give me blood to drink? It is so unhygienic! Would I survive?"

Obviously, these were not what had made him elated. After having suffered from his injury, Jun Mo Xie realized that the Hongjun Pagoda within his consciousness was constantly rotating at high speed, releasing a rich amount of white, misty Spiritual Qi. The qi swept through his body’s meridians over and over, focused on the damaged area. In less than a day, the sword wound on his chest was fully healed.

After several coughs and some thick blackish-red coloured blood came out; the damaged area on his chest reduced considerably. As for the wound on his thigh where one could see through to the other side, it only ‘seemed’ serious. After the continued restoration effects of the Spiritual Qi, he was no longer suffering from the pain from the wound. The only thing that gave Jun Mo Xie some discomfort was the waves of itchiness and numbness, which occurred every once in a while. However, Jun Mo Xie still felt comfortable. After all, as the saying goes, "No pain, no gain…"

That was not all, the Hongjun Pagoda’s spiritual Qi kept gushing forth as though it would not stop till the wounds on Jun Moxie’s body have completely disappeared. Clearly, Jun Moxie would not miss out on the opportunity to cultivate his Arts. He quickly activated the Art of Unlocking Heaven’s Fortune, leading the near solid form of Spiritual Qi as he channelled them via his meridians. Whilst he was exercising the Arts, he realized something peculiar this time. turned into a semi-solid existence as it pummelled the area of the meridians that were suffering from blockages due to the sword wound. Almost instantly, the blockage was burst open. After that, he could clearly feel the qi flow within his meridians expanding bit by bit, becoming thicker bit by bit…

Usually, under these circumstances, the Hongjun Pagoda would stop releasing the Spiritual Qi. in this instance, it did not show any signs of stopping at all. Jun Mo Xie became elated. He gave up on his plans to restore the damage from the sword wound and focused obsessively on leading the Spiritual Qi in order to increase his qi flow, secretly becoming joyful over this unfortunate event.

Suddenly, Jun Mo Xie felt that his behaviour was similar to those of scammers… Others were being kind to help you treat your injuries but you took advantage of this opportunity to increase your own strength instead. This was simply profiteering from other people’s kindness…

However…

"These sort of scams, I would very much like to do more! I’m already addicted to it! Who would not want to do this kind of fraud?" Jun Mo Xie cried out as he grabbed onto the opportunity provided by this ‘scam’.

Otherwise, what would he do when the Spiritual Qi’s intensity has dropped down to its former level after his wounds were fully healed? He has now become accustomed to this high-quality delivery service of Spiritual Qi! Once his body has been fully restored, he could only cry, "perhaps I should stab myself again in order to achieve this suitable condition for cultivation?"

Unfortunately, some of the Spiritual Qi would still travel towards the wounded areas and began restoring those parts slowly. When the wound on his thigh was being restored, the itchiness sensation started to appear. The emission speed of Spiritual Qi from the Hongjun Pagoda begun retarding. After a while, the velocity of its rotation also slowed down and returned to its former state of silence within his sea of consciousness…

Jun Mo Xie woke up and gave a sigh within his heart, "I still haven’t had enough… this fast rate of cultivation is simply too addictive. Activating his inner eye, he could see a transparent qi flow slowly moving through his meridians. In the short span of just one night, the size of this qi flow had doubled! If one were to use the Xuan Qi cultivation as a standard of measure, then his current level of strength was at least at the Eighth level Xuan Qi! In addition, his qi had a high purity grade!

In this world where Xuan Qi level of nine and below are ants; Silver and Gold Xuan experts were aplenty. No matter how pure his Eighth level Xuan Qi was, he was still a nobody. However, do not belittle Jun Mo Xie’s cultivation speed. Just in case anyone had forgotten, he only arrived into this world about a month ago. Within this one months’ time, he has successfully improved his body, which was only at the Third level Xuan Qi up to the Eighth level Xuan Qi! If those old Supreme Divine Xuan geezers witnessed this practice speed, they would be shocked to the point of having their decaying teeth falling out!

If this world had an Institute of Anatomy where they dissect bodies for their studies. If they were to discover Jun Mo Xie’s cultivation speed, they would likely move out to capture him and dissect him for studying? Jun Mo Xie gave a pleasant sigh of relief. He suddenly felt that the injury caused by the sword was… too bloody darned worth it! He began to seriously consider if he should just stab himself again!

A bodyguard entered and reported, "Young Master, Young Master Tang is here to visit you."

Jun Mo Xie gave an "Oh". Then, he suddenly recalled something. He calmly picked up something that was wrapped up in a cloth beside his pillow and stuffed it into his blanket. Then, he spoke with a weak voice, "Invite Young Master Tang in."

Thereafter, the sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard. Fatty Tang panted as he stepped into Jun Mo Xie’s room, his face expressing exertions. At the same time, the vast room suddenly felt smaller. "Third Young Master, you’ve scared me." Tang Yuan’s face revealed a state of shock. "I heard that you were killed and cried the entire night. If we brothers were to be forced to part ways forever, then how was I suppose to continue living?"

Jun Mo Xie stared weakly at the fatty before him. He had the urge to jump out of bed and kicked him out! However, he was currently playing the role of a heavily injured person. He will have to spare him for now. His eyes, on the other hand, were spouting flames…