Jun Wuyi's eyes glimmered with bitterness and unwillingness, but it dissipated immediately. Placing his hands on his lap, he raised his head and said. "This remark is a big fallacy, how can there be no difference? Each of them are worlds apart! The second-generation ancestor is the fathers who laid the foundation with their blood so that their sons may sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. The sons will not face any difficulties in their lives. As long as they are born with a mouth capable of eating, they will not die and can even enjoy a life of luxuries. However, that is not the case for the third-generation ancestor!"
He looked Jason in the eye, then laughed before continuing. "The so-called third generation ancestor is not necessarily the ones born into the third generation, but those who become the successors of the third generation. That is to say, grandfather laid the foundations but the line was severed in the middle of the way during your father's era, leading towards the third generation! If your father is still alive, then you and I will be second-generation ancestors. Me from grandfather's generation and you from your father's, that is the only difference."
"But your grandfather is now old, even if you have the determination to become a third-generation ancestor, you probably will not be able to hold on to that position for a long time. Except for grandfather, there are no more 'trees' for you to seek protection from. Your life as a third-generation ancestor will likely be very tough! Becoming a third-generation ancestor is absolutely impossible for those lacking in ability and determination. That's why, as a second-generation ancestor, I am comparatively luckier than you, the third-generation ancestor."
Jun Wuyi's words were originally meant to counter Jason's phrase 'useless freeloader waiting for death's call'. But as he kept speaking, a feeling of sadness surged through his heart. Is this truly the end for the great Jun family? A family, that once rose to prominence, had now fallen to such a degree! His first and second brother was killed in battle, he himself was paralyzed; the two nephews he placed his hopes on also ended up dying in battle, their bodies lost; the only remaining Jun family bloodline is this idiotic waste Jun Moxie!
At this point, Jun Wuyi felt himself losing interest, he didn't even have the strength to say anything anymore.
Jason was silent was a moment, before grinning and letting out a laugh. "Actually, I too can be a second-generation ancestor."
How can Jason not understand Jun Wuyi's words? What he desired was exactly for Jun Wuyi to say those words!
Jun Wuyi inadvertently coughed twice, his interest roused but he lazily asked. "Oh?"
"If Third Uncle can become a 'tree' and create a comfortable spot for me, would I not be able to become a second-generation ancestor?" Jason smiled.
A glint of fury appeared in Jun Wuyi's eyes as he asked in a low voice. "Moxie, are you taunting your uncle here?"
Jason stared at him, suddenly asking: "Do your legs have any sense of awareness?"
"No!" Jun Wuyi turned his head to the other side, his heart becoming increasingly annoyed with his nephew.
Jun Moxie obviously knew that he absolutely detested hearing about his disability, and yet that brat kept bringing it up. Back then, at least he was indirect about it, but now he actually asked it in his face. A descendant who does not even know how to show his respect for his elders, they're better off without him!
"Was your waist ever broken before?"
"No!" Jun Wuyi's temper erupted: "Darned brat! If my waist was broken, would I still be able to live until this day?"
"That is to say, at most only your meridians are damaged? You were dealt with an underhanded move?" Jason's eyes lit up.
It seemed as though someone had either severed his meridians or eroded it using some insidious poison, causing it to shrink and wither. If that is the case, as long as there is no deficiency in blood or qi, then there is still hope.
With his skills and elixirs, there should be no trouble in achieving a full recovery.
In Jason's mind, since he has the capacity, then he should assist this iron-blooded valiant stand up again, even in a case where he was not his own uncle!
Jason looked at him, slowly asking. "I heard that you were hurt on the battlefield, but to do this to you on the battlefield would be far harder than simply killing you. Why would they do so? For your enemies to do this to you, it seems they want you to suffer a life worse than death?"
Those words stabbed straight into his sore spot, causing Jun Wuyi to clench his teeth, the veins on his forehead convulsing a few times. Taking deep breaths while gasping, he could barely bring himself under control before replying. "What does this have to do with you?"
Realizing that he guessed correctly, Jason smiled, he moved to the front, holding on to the wheelchair, and asked. "Third Uncle, do you want to take revenge?"
"Look at me now! Can I even talk about revenge?" Jun Wuyi's face was flushed red, his face fluctuating, extreme hatred flashing in his eyes; after a long time, he let out a sigh.
"The current me is nothing more than a basket case!"
Jason smiled gently: "What if I were to have the ability to make you stand up again, Third Uncle?"
This sentence was like thunder exploding in his ears!
Even though Jason's words were spoken in a soft voice, for Jun Wuyi those words were tantamount to a clap of thunder resounding throughout the skies
Suddenly, Jun Wuyi's eyes were opened wide, and a layer of brilliant yellow glow emitted outwards from his body, causing others to not dare look at him. Unleashing an unusually powerful strength from his body, he suddenly grabbed onto Jason's arm and asked eagerly. "Moxie, are you saying that you have the means to cure me?"
It appears that during those many years of recuperation, Jun Wuyi had never stopped practicing his Xuan Qi cultivation. This layer of yellow light symbolized the strength of an Earth Xuan-ranked expert.
Even though he was currently only in the early stages, his achievements in correspondence to his age are truly rare!
Jason's arm produced cracking sounds due to Jun Wuyi's powerful grip strength, however, his face remained calm and indifferent, as though it was not his own arm that was being gripped, feeling not an ounce of pain, he smiled and replied. "I'm one hundred percent confident!"
Jun Wuyi suddenly became aware of his surroundings, he quickly retracted his arms. Taking a look at his own hands, a wave of doubt suddenly washed over him as he turned towards Jason. "Weren't you in pain? Why aren't you crying?"
"I am in pain!" Jason lightly replied, shrugging his shulder: "But if I cry, will it stop hurting? If everything can be solved by crying then let us both cry and maybe our problems will be solved. Unfortunately, things do not work that way!"
Seeing the look of indifference on Jason's face, Jun Wuyi was greatly startled.
Jun Wuyi stared at him long and deep before suddenly laughing loudly. "Haha! Now you have actually managed to convince me that you could actually cure me."
The Blood General secretly thought to himself. 'This nephew of mine seems different from before!'
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Chapter 5: Grandpa's Shock
Chapter 6: Opinion
Chapter 7: Provocation
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