129 Talking Big (1/2)

Jun Mo Xie frowned thoughtfully when he recalled the incident at the Huang Hua hall the other day, and the massacre that he had staged.

In his previous life, Jun Mo Xie was unstoppable because of his superior skill set. But in this world, Jun Mo Xie's current skills sets and strength weren't enough to be the best.

The Xuan Qi cultivation system of this world, ranging from the first nine levels to Silver Xuan and all the way to Spirit Xuan were all very clearly labelled out, and very distinctly organized. However, 'the art of unlocking the Heaven's' was a very unique and mysterious ability, and seemed somewhat weird when compared to the general Xuan Qi cultivations standards; in fact, it felt wrong.

According to what Jun Mo Xie could make out, if this mysterious ability was as good as he was assessing it to be, then there was no need to go through all the pains and hardships that a martial artist takes to become a Xuan expert, and still ends up being a meagre Silver or Gold Xuan. After all said and done, even a Silver Xuan expert, in fact even a Silver Xuan Peak expert was nothing in front of Jun Mo Xie since he could kill the man with a snap of his fingers!

If the first layer of the Hongjun Pagoda was able to give him so much power, then at this rate of progress, assessing Jun Mo Xie's strength after unlocking the second layer would be astronomical? How strong would he become then?

With these thoughts in mind, Jun Mo Xie was beginning to realize that he needed to find out more about this world. After all said and done, this world was completely different from the one he originally hailed from.

Grandpa Jun wasn't home, so Jun Mo Xie called out two guards on his own authority and ordered them to accompany him outside. After all, he was going out for a meeting with the second prince, and if the other party had any malicious intentions, then it was important for Jun Mo Xie to appear well defended since walking in alone would be inviting danger.

Guan Qing Han was a little late to arrive at Grandpa Jun's chambers and saw that Jun Mo Xie was already on his way out at. She immediately turned around and rushed to find Jun Wu Yi; still angry at Jun Mo Xie.

Jun Wu Yi was about to give out his first order as the master of the house; he would be sending out his most reliable soldier after the girls and boys who had escaped from the Huang Hua Hall. But instead of giving his first command as the master of the house, and relishing the power of his position, Jun Wu Yi was sitting in his wheelchair and was pondering over his nephew's words. Previously, on the way back from the Huang Hua Hall, Jun Mo Xie had demonstrated superb hiding and anti-tracking skills, which gave an indication that he had achieved this expertise after a serious amount of training and experience. After returning to the Jun residence, Jun Wu Yi had been trying to recall Jun Mo Xie's words, actions, movements, and each time he'd replay the memories in his head, he'd realize that he had missed something the last time around!

Later, Jun Mo Xie had said: 'My practice is in my instinct. I do not deliberate to practice, but I still practice all the time.' This one phrase had been lingering inside Jun Wu Yi's head ever since, and he hadn't been able to get it out of his head.

This phrase was quite reasonable; in fact, it was a very simple fact! If practice was ingrained into a person's instinct, then why would the person need to do it on purpose? But could this ever be done, and what kind of result was possible? But then again, Jun Wu Yi had personally seen Jun Mo Xie in action, and was aware that Jun Mo Xie's expertise and skill set was far superior to any man he had ever known!

Even though Jun Mo Xie was still just a youngster, his achievements in the realm of martial arts were already worthy of being turned into an immortal folklore!

Jun Wu Yi's face was carrying a grave expression: [Since Mo Xie can do it, then why can't I? Am I that useless?] Simultaneously, Jun Wu Yi also knew that he if he wanted Han Yan Yao's family to acknowledge their mutual affection, then he'd need to adapt Jun Mo Xie's style of training; in fact, this was his best hope!

Jun Wu Yi's mind was completely muddled with such thoughts, but he hadn't realized that this one idea would take him on the path of greatness!

Although, this moment was just the beginning…..

Jun Mo Xie was able to do this type of practice since he had been trained in this fashion in his previous incarnation, and 'the art of unlocking the heaven's' was a little different from Xuan Qi. Qi and blood flowed through his meridians together; as a fusion. On top of that, the Hongjun Pagoda continuously emitted Qi to help him support his practice, which was quite difficult to achieve for ordinary practitioners.

But Jun Wu Yi was unaware of this truth and believed that it wasn't impossible to achieve it since Jun Mo Xie was already doing it! In this world, although energy and Qi were similar in functionality, their inherent nature was quite different. Circulating Xuan Qi was a difficult and dangerous task, and the effects of negligence could be very violent, and even lethal. So much so, that if Xuan Qi was allowed to run harmoniously with natural functions of the body, then there was even a chance that the body might end up getting possessed, and the practitioner may end up suffering a very tragic end. This was the reason that practitioners were so prudent and cautious while conducting their practice, and made sure that they weren't being disturbed by outside elements during their practice.

However, Jun Wu Yi was already considering going against this norm, which could be considered as a major change in ideology!

In fact, just by daring to take on this task, he had already won half the battle!

Sounds of quick and crashing footsteps fell onto Jun Wu Yi's ears, and he could tell by the sound of the footsteps, that the owner of the feet was in an enraged state.

”Qing Han? What are you so angry, what happened?!” Jun Wu Yi tried to guess the identity of the person.

”Uncle, Jun Mo Xie…. that little brat is getting out of hand now. Today, he boldly told me that he is going out to visit the Spirit Fog Lake's Ni Cheng Pavilion!” Guan Qing Han roared angrily. This anger was obviously directed at Jun Mo Xie, since Guan Qing Han sincerely respected both the elders of the family; namely Jun Zhan Tian and Jun Wu Yi, even if the latter was a physically disabled cripple.

”What about it?” Jun Wu Yi wasn't even a least bit surprised.