Jun Mo Xie's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions, and he locked onto the middle-aged man in the wheelchair. His face showed not only surprise, but also some incredible shock. The murderous aura surrounding the other person was like the sharpest cold wind in winter, which made people shudder. It was a temperament that only iron-blooded warriors who had wandered on the edge of life and death countless times and struggled out of endless wars and blood would have. It was sharp and could not be ignored, like an ancient sword that was still sharp even if it was broken. Even if it was covered in dust for years, it could not cover up its sharp light. However, this sharp edge was quietly hidden by the restraint of the wheelchair, as if a peerless sword was hidden deep in the scabbard, not seen by the world.

"Do you still remember me, your third uncle?" Jun Wuyi glanced at Jun Moxie and snorted sarcastically, "Now that you have the protection of the elders, you can still live a comfortable life, but when they leave us, how can you survive in this dangerous world alone? When the elders are around, other families may be more polite to you out of consideration, but once they are gone, you will be nothing more than a useless waste in the eyes of those people!"

Jun Moyue did not show any displeasure at Jun Wuyi's somewhat harsh words. He was well aware of the deep concern behind the other party's words, as well as the complex emotions of being disappointed in his friend.

"Uncle San, the elders will eventually grow old, but won't you still be by my side?" Jun Moyue said in a calm tone, with determination flashing in his eyes.

Jun Wuyi's face darkened when he heard this, as if he had misunderstood Jun Moxie's intention: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Uncle San, I have a way to heal your legs." Jun Moyue gently pointed his finger at Jun Wuyi's legs, a hint of imperceptible confidence flashing in his eyes.

Jun Wuyi just shook his head, turned his wheelchair, and slowly left. Obviously, he thought it was just a joke from Jun Moxie. Jun Moxie looked at the lonely figure walking away, feeling mixed emotions. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he could only watch silently without taking any steps to chase.

He was sure that he had the ability to heal Jun Wuyi's legs, but this ability came from his cultivation in his previous life, not from his current weak body. Given the condition of his current body, it would probably take another ten years to reach the state of being able to heal Jun Wuyi. This was exactly why he didn't chase after him to explain. Ten years was too far away to be convincing.

"If it weren't for this broken body, I wouldn't have to start all over again."

Jun Moxie sighed softly, and just as he was about to sigh, there was a loud bang in the sky, and a dark circular crack appeared out of thin air. Then, a man in purple clothes slowly descended from the crack.

Jun Moxie's pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth slightly opened, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

"You... who exactly are you?" Jun Moyue came back to his senses, swallowed subconsciously, and stared blankly at the mysterious man in purple.

This purple-clothed man was Jiang Han's clone. While Jun Mo Xie was examining Jiang Han's clone, Jiang Han's clone was also examining him. But after a moment, Jiang Han's clone seemed to recognize Jun Mo Xie, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jun Moyue felt the seemingly malicious smile of Jiang Han's clone and shuddered involuntarily. He had never experienced this feeling even when he was besieged by many assassins in his previous life.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Jun Moyue stared at Jiang Han's clone warily, then glanced at the black crack that had not yet dissipated. His body involuntarily tensed up and he took a few steps back.

"Young man, are you used to this body?" Jiang Han's clone suddenly spoke with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"You...how do you know that!" Jun Moxie was struck by lightning and instantly became alert.

"Don't be nervous." Jiang Han's clone looked at Jun Moxie with a smile, "The fact that you survived is not accidental, nor is it the result of your good deeds in your previous life."

"What is that!" Jun Moyue asked, the tension in his body slightly relieved, his eyes full of confusion.

"I brought you into this world by chance." Jiang Han's clone coughed lightly and calmly told a shocking lie.

"What! It was you who brought me back to life and brought me to this strange place!" Jun Moyue shouted in surprise.

Jiang Han's clone continued to narrate the various deeds of Jun Moyue in his previous life as the "Evil Lord". Each of them made Jun Moyue feel both familiar and unfamiliar, until he finally couldn't help but interrupt Jiang Han's clone.

"That's enough, stop talking! I believe you!"

Jun Moxie realized that since the other party knew everything about his past life, what he said must be true.

"Master, I understand that there is always someone better than you. Being able to bring people back to life like you must be at the pinnacle of martial arts."

Jun Moxie completely let down his guard, and his attitude towards Jiang Han's clone turned to flattery: "But why can't you let me revive where I am? Why do you have to let me be reborn in this world, and possess a useless body?"

"This is a blessing, not a curse!"

As soon as Jiang Han's clone finished speaking, he lightly tapped Jun Moyue's brow with his fingertips, and a translucent wave flew out from Jun Moyue's brow. That was his soul, the soul of his previous life.

Instantly, Jun Moxie's vision changed, and he found himself in the vast galaxy with Jiang Han's clone. Jiang Han's clone was walking among the galaxies, and Jun Moxie followed closely behind in the form of spirit.

"You think you were already at the top of the powerful in your previous life, but in fact, on the road of cultivation, you are not even an ant."

Jiang Han's clone spoke lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the stars shifted, and breathtaking galaxies rushed in with majestic momentum, nine-colored thunder intertwined, brilliant light shone everywhere, dazzling people. Many more strange scenes emerged, ghosts and gods wept, fairies danced, dragons leaped, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers evolved, beautiful and shocking.

"This this……"

Jun Moxie was dumbfounded, his whole body stiff as a tree. Neither the memories of this body nor his previous life had ever witnessed such a magnificent sight.

Unbelievable, beyond imagination!
buzz-

After a buzzing sound, the galaxy disappeared, and Jun Moxie's soul returned to his body. He looked around, and when he looked at Jiang Han's clone again, his throat rolled unconsciously.

He knew that everything that had just happened was not an illusion, but a real experience. The strength of the purple-clothed man in front of him had surpassed his cognition and reached a level that he could not reach!
"Do you want to reach this extraordinary height like me?"

"Do you desire to possess the unfathomable means of this Lord?"

Jiang Han's clone had a playful smile on his face and looked at Jun Moyue gently. He felt very satisfied with the other's surprised and curious look.

When Jun Moxie first heard this, he was slightly stunned, as if he was hit by a sudden opportunity. After a moment, he nodded violently, with a firm light flashing in his eyes: "Yes, of course I do!"

In his previous life, Jun Moyue was a competitive person with an endless desire to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. It was this persistence that made him become the famous number one killer in the world within just five years.

"I see that you have extraordinary talent and are destined to be with me, so I would like to accept you as my disciple. What do you think?" Seeing Jun Moyue's sincere attitude, Jiang Han's clone directly extended an olive branch.

Jun Mo Xie was surprised when he heard this, but he quickly adjusted his mood and bowed respectfully: "Disciple greets Master!" "Before entering, a simple ceremony must be held." Before Jiang Han's clone finished speaking, he gently waved his right hand, and a golden bowl and a strange fruit appeared out of thin air on his palm: "Just drop a drop of blood into the bowl and take this fruit. Soon, you will be able to reach my realm and master my methods."

"Follow Master's teachings!"

Jun Moxie stared at Jiang Han's clone, then looked down at the golden bowl. After a moment's hesitation, he bit his index finger resolutely, and a drop of bright red blood fell into the bowl. Then, he took the blue-veined fruit and chewed it without hesitation.

Since I have died once, what else is there to be afraid of? This was Jun Moxie's truest monologue before swallowing the Fantasy Beast Fruit.

"Master, this fruit tastes a bit bitter." Jun Moyue frowned as he ate, his expression slightly painful, but he eventually swallowed the entire Fantasy Beast Fruit.

Chi Chi Chi!
At the moment when Jun Moyue finished eating the fruit, spots of blue light mist appeared on the surface of his body, followed by subtle changes in his body.

At the same time, a series of mechanical prompts sounded in Jiang Han's clone's mind:
[Contractor Jun Moxie, plane contract established successfully]

A torrent of information poured into Jiang Han's clone's sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginable amount of energy surged into every cell, every bone, and every muscle of Jiang Han's clone's body.

"Master, my...my body has changed!"

"So, am I still a human being?"

Jun Moxie looked at his transformed body, a dry sound came out of his throat, and he looked at Jiang Han's clone in horror.

At this time, he had transformed into a strange bird-beast made of blue flames, with a touch of red flame on his head.

"No need to panic."

Jiang Han's clone looked at Jun Moxie calmly and said calmly: "The fruit you ate is the fruit of a fantasy beast. Now you have the initial power of a fantasy beast. This power still needs you to slowly explore it. As your mastery of it deepens, your strength will also change dramatically. Your current form is called the Phoenix, and it has amazing recovery ability. In battle, this form is almost invincible."

"Master, I feel the mystery of this flame! It's incredible!"

Jun Mo Xie seemed to have gradually mastered the trick of transformation. With a change of mind, he switched between the Phoenix and human forms freely. During this time, he deliberately scratched his right arm in the human form, and blood flowed, but the moment he turned into the Phoenix, the blue flame immediately repaired the wound without leaving any trace.

"Maybe I don't have to wait ten years. I can heal Third Uncle's leg injury now!"

After initially mastering the ability of the Fantasy Beast Fruit, Jun Moxie became thoughtful, his face filled with an eager look.

"Master, I want to go see my third uncle." Jun Moyue looked at Jiang Han's clone respectfully.

"Let's go. I will accompany you." Jiang Han's clone stood with his hands behind his back, his smile still warm.

-

In the spacious lobby of the Jun Mansion.

Jun Zhantian sat in the first seat. Although he was over sixty years old, his black hair was still shiny and he looked no more than forty years old.

"You kid, it's fine if you're fooling around outside all day, but now you dare to laugh at your uncle? Do you know how many merits he had made on the battlefield and how many enemy leaders he had killed when he was your age?"

As soon as Jun Moxie stepped into the hall, Jun Zhantian shouted at him without waiting for Jiang Han's clone to speak, his square and majestic face full of anger.

Jun Zhantian was born in a poor family. He joined the army when he was young and fought on the battlefield, making enemies from all countries tremble in fear. He is not only good at both civil and military affairs, but also one of the few Tianxuan-level strongmen in the Tianxiang Empire. He has a calm and resolute personality, does not show his emotions, has great ambitions, and has great aspirations.

It took him less than 40 years to rise from a humble commoner to the current Grand Duke of Blood Orchid. Although it is said that heroes are made by the times, looking at the entire history of the continent, there are only a few who can achieve such an achievement.

On the battlefield, Jun Zhantian remained calm in the face of millions of enemy troops, but as soon as he saw his only grandson, he could not help but fly into a rage!
Jun Zhantian really couldn't understand why, with his bloodline inheritance and strict family education, such an unlearned and dissolute young man would appear among his descendants.

The grandson in front of him made him love and hate him. He was neither good at literature nor martial arts. He had a headache when studying and ran away when practicing martial arts. Other children were either talented and famous, or had made some achievements in Xuan Qi cultivation, at least above the sixth level. However, his precious grandson's Xuan Qi cultivation level was only at the pitiful second level, and he had spent countless natural resources and treasures to build it up.

The fundamental reason why he was so angry today was that the other party did not know the seriousness of the matter and made fun of Jun Wuyi's legs.

Thinking of this, the powerful aura emanating from Jun Zhantian's body became manic, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

"Father, it's not worth getting angry over this kid and getting hurt!" Seeing that Jun Zhantian was about to lose control, Jun Wuyi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him. Although he was also disappointed with Jun Moxie, he couldn't bear to see him being severely punished.

"Grandpa, I'm not laughing at Uncle San. I can really cure Uncle San's leg!" Jun Moyue hurriedly explained.

When Jun Wuyi heard this, his face darkened, he sighed, turned to Jun Zhantian and said, "Father, you should teach this kid a lesson."

However, just as Jun Zhantian's fist was about to land on Jun Moxie, with a swish, Jun Moxie's figure suddenly turned into a ball of blue flame, and as the flame surged, it condensed into a blue bird-like creature...

This...how is this possible! ?
Jun Mo Xie's figure, in the eyes of everyone's shock, strangely transformed into a dazzling blue flaming bird, with mysterious blue flames jumping on its wings, as if it had descended from the sky with an ancient legend. The flames did not burn people, but made the air around them seem to solidify, exuding a strange atmosphere that was out of this world.

Jun Zhantian's hand froze in mid-air, his clenched fist trembling slightly in shock, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, his eyes full of disbelief and astonishment. For him, this unexpected change was like a deafening thunderbolt suddenly sounding in the clear sky, shattering all his confidence and preparation in his heart, leaving him in a state of confusion and chaos.

Similarly, Jun Wuyi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had eyes that were usually as calm as water, which were now flashing with indescribable shock. He stared blankly at the blue bird of fire, his chest heaving, and he involuntarily took a breath of cold air, as if even breathing had become difficult. At this moment, he seemed to be nailed to his seat by an invisible force, unable to move, with a look of astonishment and helplessness on his face, as if he had been struck by a sudden thunder and lightning, and his whole body was stiff as a lifeless statue, with waves in his heart that were difficult to calm down. (End of this chapter)