Chapter 4: The Second Ancestor and the Third Ancestor

Knowing that he had guessed correctly, Jun Xie smiled with satisfaction, reached out to support the wheelchair, leaned in, and mysteriously asked: "Does Uncle San want to take revenge?"

Jun Xie smiled gently and said, "What if I had the ability to help you, Third Uncle, stand up again"

Suddenly, you find yourself devoid of interest, feeling utterly bored, and even reluctant to speak.

However, you have no intention of reaching such a stage of concealing your brilliance and biding your time. You are like a sharp sword in its sheath, with your edge hidden yet still exuding a chilling sword aura. Of course, it requires someone with Jun Xie’s insight to discern this; ordinary people, like Jun Mo Xie and his ilk, would not be able to recognize it even if they were to die trying

Has there been any fracture in the lumbar spine previously

"If Uncle San, you were to create a big tree for me, providing a shade, wouldn't I still be able to live as a second-generation aristocrat?" Jun said with a sly smile.

However, your grandfather is now old, so even if you aspire to be a third-generation ancestor, it is likely that you will not be able to do so for long; and above you, aside from your grandfather, there are no other great trees to provide shade, thus your life as a third-generation ancestor is likely to be very difficult! To be a qualified third-generation ancestor, one must possess certain abilities and cunning; otherwise, it is utterly impossible. Therefore, I, as a second-generation ancestor, am somewhat luckier than you, a third-generation ancestor.

Jun Xie scrutinized him and suddenly asked, "Do you still have any sensation in your legs?"

Killing intent

Jun Xie looked at him for a long time, but was focused on his disabled waist and legs. Suddenly, he laughed and said: "Third Uncle, you are joking. You are truly a genuine second-generation rich, while I can at most be considered a third-generation rich. As a nephew, I am already very satisfied to be a peaceful and joyful third-generation rich."

This sentence, like thunder crashing!

Before Jun Xie, a wheelchair appeared, upon which sat a gaunt middle-aged man in his thirties, leaning at an angle. His legs were covered with a thick satin cloth, and a pair of eyes, seemingly murky yet clear, were playfully observing him. His eyebrows were like swords, slanting into his temples, naturally exuding an inexplicable coldness and a sense of lethal intent. His eyes resembled those of a hawk, glinting sharply, and deep within his gaze lingered a faint hint of disdain, though minimal, it was quite evident.

What is up with this kid's tone today? Although his words are sharp, he is completely devoid of the arrogance he used to display in the past

"No!" The gentleman, in a fit of anger, exclaimed: "You wretched thing, if my spine were to break, could I still be alive today?"

You, with a hint of anger flashing in your eyes, said in a low voice: "Moye, are you mocking your third uncle again?"

In other words, Uncle San, you are at most suffering from damaged meridians? Have you been subjected to someone's underhanded tactics?" Jun Xie’s eyes brightened, realizing that the meridians had either been severed by someone or eroded by sinister techniques, leading to atrophy. If that is indeed the case, as long as the vital energy and blood are not depleted, there is still a glimmer of hope. With my medical skills, there should still be a chance for treatment. After all, he is a close blood relative in this lifetime, and what moved Jun Xie was that indomitable spirit of a man of iron and blood.

If this person were not disabled, he would undoubtedly be a remarkable gentleman, as graceful as a jade tree in the wind! A true hero with an iron will! Just from the lingering majesty in his brows, it is evident that he must have once been a decisive general, commanding thousands of troops with authority!

A hint of bitterness and unwillingness flashed in Jun's eyes, quickly fading away. His dry right hand rested on his remaining leg; he raised his head and said: "This statement is utterly erroneous. How can there be no distinction? The differences are nearly as vast as heaven and earth! The second generation is merely the offspring of those who have established a realm, enjoying the fruits of their predecessors' labor without any difficulty. As long as one has a mouth to eat, one will certainly not perish, and at the very least, one can enjoy a life of wealth and honor! However, the so-called third generation is not the same."

Unexpectedly, Jun Wuyi's eyes widened in surprise at Jun Xie’s response, and in that instant, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a dazzling lightning bolt suddenly cutting through the gloomy night sky! Suddenly, he burst into hearty laughter, shaking his head as he said: "Do you know the difference between the second generation and the third generation?"

Uncle San?" Jun Ye halted his steps. He looked at Uncle San, who was seated in a wheelchair, seemingly indifferent. In Jun Mo Xie's original memories, this Uncle San was merely a useless person, sitting in a wheelchair, doing nothing but living off others; he was of no value whatsoever. However, at this moment, Jun Ye was acutely aware of a familiar aura emanating from this Uncle San, who had been in a wheelchair for many years, an aura that sent chills down his spine

Oh? Aren't they all just idly waiting for death? Is there any difference?! Jun Xie raised an eyebrow, his words laced with sarcasm. Upon seeing the flash of a thunderous gaze in Jun Wuyi's eyes, Jun Xie felt that such a stalwart man, sinking into despair, was truly a great regret of the mortal world

"In my current state, what is there to talk about revenge?" A hint of flush appeared on Jun's gaunt face, and his eyes flickered with changing emotions, revealing a flash of intense hatred; after a long while, he let out a dejected sigh and said, "Now, I am merely a useless person!"

Only those battle-hardened soldiers, who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood year after year, possess such unique sharpness! Like a peerless sword that, even when broken, will never have its brilliance buried by dust, it radiates an intimidating glow!

No! The gentleman inadvertently turned his head to one side, increasingly detesting this nephew in his heart. He was well aware that he was most averse to others mentioning his disability, yet the nephew brought it up repeatedly. Previously, it had at least been hinted at, but now he even asked directly to his face. Such descendants, who do not understand how to respect their elders, are truly worse than having none at all

You coughed twice without intention, and with a hint of interest yet somewhat lazily asked, "Oh?"

He looked into Jun Xie's eyes with a grin and retorted: "The so-called 'ancestor of three generations' does not necessarily refer specifically to the third generation of people; rather, it signifies the inheritor of the third generation. In other words, the grandfather's generation established the world, but there was a break in the middle generation, which is what constitutes the 'ancestor of three generations.' If your father were still alive, then both you and I would be considered 'ancestors of two generations,' with the distinction that I count from your grandfather's generation, while you count from your father's generation. This is merely a difference in perspective." If your father were still alive, then both you and I would be considered 'ancestors of two generations,' with the distinction that I count from your grandfather's generation, while you count from your father's generation. This is merely a difference in perspective.

Jun Xie looked at him and slowly said: "I have heard that you were injured on the battlefield, but to carry out such a sinister act on the battlefield is far more difficult than to kill you directly. Why is that? Is it possible that your old enemies deliberately wanted to ruin you, turning you into this state of being neither dead nor alive?"

Jun Xie remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I could also be a second-generation ancestor." Jun Wuyi's words were not lost on Jun Xie; the reason he wanted Jun Wuyi to say this was precisely to set the stage for his subsequent remarks

Yet this unparalleled sword is currently sheathed!

Throughout Jun Xie's life, such individuals have been seen at most only two or three times, and each one is a significant figure commanding a powerful military force. In fact, such iron-blooded warriors are the very people Jun Xie admired most in his previous life! In truth, Old Master Jun is also a person of this caliber, but as he has aged, his self-cultivation has approached a state of returning to simplicity, concealing his true abilities everywhere. Jun Xie, having spent little time with Old Master He Tu, has momentarily overlooked this aspect.

You spoke without intention, originally to counter the words of Jun Xie, "living off others and waiting for death." However, as the conversation progressed, a sense of desolation inevitably arose in your heart. Is it truly the end for the grand Jun family? Once flourishing and powerful, commanding respect from all nations, has the Jun family now fallen to such a state? The eldest and second brothers have perished on the battlefield, and you are left disabled; the only two nephews who held any hope have also met their demise in battle, their remains untraceable. The bloodline of the Jun family now consists solely of this useless and incompetent Jun Mo Xie.

A killing intent powerful enough to move Jun Xie!

"It is rare for you to still call me Third Uncle." Jun raised his head unintentionally, his deep eyes looking somewhat mockingly at his only nephew: "Moye, are you very interested in becoming a second-generation rich kid?" After saying this, he suddenly sighed, wondering what was wrong with himself today, why he had the interest to talk to such a hopeless mess.

Jun Xie believed that since he had the ability, as a man of iron and blood, he should help him stand up, regardless of whether he was his third uncle or not

A remark struck a nerve, and with no intention, Jun clenched his jaw, the veins on his forehead throbbed a few times, he gasped for breath a few times before barely managing to control his agitation, and coldly said: "What does this have to do with you?"

The unparalleled sword, though idle in its case and hanging silently on the wall, still emits a low dragon's roar in the quiet of the deep night! This is a bloodthirst that runs deep within the bones