The sixteen-year-old Jun Moxie was the only descendant in the younger generation of the Jun Family of the Heavenly Scent Kingdom. He was an idle and indolent person. He was a useless freeloader, a scum of society, and a super-level debauchee. He was a typical parasitic worm who had no value or reason to be kept alive.
These features described the new identity that Jun Xie had taken up after he had transmigrated into a new body.
I'm Jun Xie. I was often referred to as the 'Evil Monarch'… while you were given the name Jun Moxie; aren't you ashamed? No wonder your body was taken over by me. There's no injustice in this.
Jun Xie let out a deep sigh as he recalled the memories of Young Master Jun and his actions in the past. He would've 'voluntarily' killed such a person in his past life if he had come across any. He could've transmigrated into anybody. So, why did it have to be this scum?
Jun Xie recalled a phrase from Buddha's teachings. This phrase talked about the laws of cause and effect—if a person kills too many pigs… then that person shall be reincarnated as a pig in his next life. It seemed that these words were indeed true. Jun Xie thought about all the scums that he had killed—it indeed made-up for a considerable sum.
This debauchee's father was Jun Wuhui. He was a great general, but he had fallen in a battle ten years ago. His mother had passed away in depression soon after that. He had two brothers—Jun Moyou and Jun Mochou. They had met a heroic end in a war three years ago. His grandfather—Jun Zhantian—was still alive. He was a highly decorated Grand Duke, and an extremely powerful military figure of the Kingdom.
He also had an uncle—Jun Wuyi. He had become paralyzed from waist-down owing to his injuries incurred in a war ten years ago.
Jun Moxie belonged to a great Family which was once filled with exceptional heroes. However, it was now in a sorry state. The final successor of the Family—Jun Moxie—had ended-up losing his body to Jun Xie. Thankfully, Jun Xie had managed to maintain his identity as a member of the Jun family. So, Jun Xie's child would become a successor of the Jun family's bloodline. It seemed to be Heaven's grace towards the Jun family.
Since this is Heaven's will… I'll consider that we're both of the 'Jun' descent… and face the situation for you. Jun Xie grinned and shrugged, To be honest… I don't want to. To have this kind of a crappy body and shitty reputation… I can only imagine the level of suffering I'll have to face because of your body.
The original Jun Moxie's lingering spirit shouted with anger, "You cheap bastard! Do you think I want all this?!"
Jun Xie opened the door, and stepped out in the sunlight. He sighed as he faced the brilliant rays of the sun, I'm not the same anymore, but at least the Sun is. Jun Moxie isn't Jun Xie!
But, my heart remains that of a 'Jun', a gentleman… It doesn't matter if I'm in another world.
"Young Master…" the two maids who stood before the door bowed and greeted him.
Jun Xie nodded to them. Then, he started to observe his surroundings. He shook his head as he saw four maids engaged in something nearby.
Jun Xie knew that the young masters would be waited upon by attractive young beauties. However, he was surrounded by aunties. The eleven year old girl—a Lolita—was the only exception to this case. Jun Xie remembered that these maids had been arranged by his grandfather. And, these maids had one thing in common—they were excessively healthy and robust. Their muscular legs could even put a tree to shame.
"What are they doing?" Jun Xie raised his head and pointed his chin towards several maids in the distance.
An older maid lowered her head and replied, "They're helping the Young Master feed the birds and dogs… as well as those fighting beasts."
"Oh!" Jun Xie strolled over to the area.
This is an exotic sight to behold!
Seven to eight cages were placed above the jardinières in an orderly manner. Each of these cages contained different colored birds which hopped around in a lively manner. A few large dogs lay on the ground with their tongues jutting out. The sound of crickets could be heard from several bamboos at a distance. It seemed from their sound that they were some rare breed with high-grade fighting skills.
In addition, there was a cage containing two colorful hissing snakes. The original Young Master seemed to have a diverse range of hobbies.
Jun Xie frowned in disgust, and ordered, "Find someone to sell-off all these… as soon as possible. Throw away the ones which can't be sold… or just kill them for their meat. This is a human residential area… not a zoo. Placing them here would make people sick."
The eyes of all the maids—including the Lolita—bulged out in surprise, "What?" They raised their heads, and stared at their Young Master. They thought, [Has the Young Master gone mad? These are your precious treasures… that were brought at an incredibly exorbitant price. You want to sell it off today. You would probably buy it back tomorrow!]
"But, don't sell off the snakes. I shall use them for soup when I return," Jun Xie ordered, and walked ahead without looking back.
Everyone was left speechless.
He continued to walk through a garden, several pavilions, and a drill field. He then went around a very big pond, and walked for another few minutes through a road amidst two rows of trees to reach the Old Master's residence. He discovered that his residence was located on the south, while Grandpa Jun's residence was located on the north. The distance between the two residences would measure around three kilometers.
The present size of his familial clan seemed to be quite big. This should be the capital of the Kingdom if the memory of his present body had served him correct. There were only a handful of families who had a residence with an area of several tens of square meters in the capital; excluding the Imperial Palace.
Grandpa Jun was seated behind his desk. His hair was shiny black even though he was well over sixty. He could be easily mistaken for someone in his forties. His majestic countenance was filled with helplessness as he watched his grandson lazily enter the room in a feeble manner. He almost lost his temper.
Jun Zhantian was born poor. He had fought throughout the world, and had become a general in his youth. His name brought terror to the military forces of every kingdom. He possessed superior military tactics, and was endowed with a profound steadiness in character. He could maintain a calm exterior regardless of being joyous or furious. He was one of the few people in the Heavenly Scent Kingdom who had the cultivation level of Heaven Mystic Rank.
He had proved his capabilities by rising from poverty to become a general in his youth. How many people could replicate this feat? How long did it take to become a general? He had managed to achieve this in his youth.
Jun Zhantian had fought his way up from a lowly pauper to become a highly decorated Grand Duke. It took him forty years to achieve this feat. It's said that the flow of time creates heroes. But, the number of such heroes were 'far and few in between' based on the history of the continent. However, he felt helpless as he gazed at his grandson—his one and only successor; his development had been nothing short of a let-down.
Grandpa Jun couldn't figure out how his family's lineage could give birth to this worthless scum. This person knew neither 'literary' nor 'martial' arts. He would grow giddy as soon as he picked-up a book, and would disappear faster than a magic rabbit as soon as he heard the word 'practice'. The grandsons from other families were perfect. They had made a name for themselves at a young age. Their cultivation of Mystic Qi was on the right track since they were at the fifth level or above. However, his grandson's cultivation of Mystic Qi was at a miserable third level. Moreover, he had forced five teachers to quit.
He was a disappointing figure. In addition, he had taught himself to eat, drink, gamble, and visit prostitutes. Jun Moxie had become a well-known genius in these fields. Grandpa Jun was a hero of his time. Yet, he had ended-up with a grandson like Jun Moxie.
Grandpa Jun sighed weakly as he recalled his other two grandchildren… if only they were still alive. Then, would he have pampered this one-and-only surviving bloodline until this point? He let out a self-deprecating laugh.
He hadn't cried when his son Wu Hui had died in the battle. Instead, he had boasted that his son was a brave hero. He had again held back his tears when his two grandchildren Mo You and Mo Chou too had died in the battlefield; as they were valiant heroes. He had cried for the first time when Wu Yi was crippled for life. However, he still had hope. He still had a grandson who could continue the Jun family's bloodline. Unfortunately, the grandson had turned out to be a worthless bastard—a smear on the wall that couldn't be developed in any manner.
What can I do about it? he thought.
Jun Zhantian hid his emotions, and asked the Young Master in a dismissive manner, "I heard that you fell off the bed last night… and fainted? Is that true?!"
"Huh?" Jun Xie raised his head. His heart was partially doubtful, but he had finally started to understand the situation. He could answer any question through the memories left in his mind; except for this one. In fact, this question had been constantly lingering in his mind. He hadn't found anything out of the ordinary with this body since the time he had woken up. So, how did he end up being transmigrated into this body? Now, he could vaguely guess… this bastard had fallen off his bed in his sleep, and had ended-up being killed by the fall!
This person was truly a champion among debauchees; he was worth idolizing. To think that one could die from falling off the bed…
An expert such as this one must be treated with respect! And, Jun Xie's heart was filled with sincere admiration for the unparalleled genius whose body he had acquired!
Grandpa Jun started at him, and pounded at the table, "What huh… huh?" He couldn't help but shout as he saw Jun Xie's slothful figure, "You worthless thing! You don't even realize that someone was trying to assassinate you. If it wasn't for the protection I arranged for you… you would've been having an audience with the King of Hell at this moment! Look at you… can't you tell me anything at all?"
It seemed that this kid was assassinated. Jun Xie secretly curled his mouth. Your so-called protection was only so-so. Your beloved grandson has already left this world while being under your 'protection'.
Grandpa Jun was surprised to see his reaction. His idiot of a Grandson had a cowardly nature. So, how could he remain so quiet? He would've made a huge fuss in the past upon hearing news about someone trying to assassinate him. But now, he just stood there looking slightly pale. Moreover, he seemed unbothered, and his body seemed to emanate a faint aura of coldness.
Grandpa Jun couldn't believe that a chilling aura was being emanated out of his disappointing grandson's body, Am I seeing things now?