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Jun Mo Xie's plan was as simple as it was ruthless. He didn't just want to teach the Dugu brats a lesson; he wanted to make the entire Dugu Family dance to his tune like puppets on a string. And what better way to do that than by drowning them in a mountain of debt so big they'd think twice before even looking at the Jun Family the wrong way?
The moment he saw the five Dugu idiots stomping in, chest puffed out like roosters in a cockfight, Jun Mo Xie's mind spun into action.
The plan practically wrote itself.
The key was the wine!
That priceless, ancient, heavenly liquor, the kind that could make emperors cry, scholars write poetry, and monks forget their vows.
And, like the brainless fools they were, the Dugu boys had fallen for it.
They didn't just sip it. Oh no, they devoured it, gulping it down like starving beggars at a royal feast. Every last drop, gone in minutes. Jun Mo Xie watched with a smile so wide it could've split his face. Those fools didn't even realize they were digging their own graves with every swig.
And then came the real showâDugu Wudi himself, stomping in like an angry bull, face red enough to fry an egg on. Jun Mo Xie didn't even give him a chance to speak. He pounced like a hungry wolf, rattling off the damages:
"Broken gates? 500,000 liangs!... Shattered furniture? 1 million liangs!... Wrecked courtyard? 2 million liangs!... And that wine..." Jun Mo Xie paused for dramatic effect, his smile widening. "20 million liangs. It was brewed by my master himself! And your sons? They drank it like common street beer!"
Dugu Wudi's face went from red to pale, then back to red, like a flickering lantern. He spluttered, choked, and tried to argue, but Jun Mo Xie had already set the trap. The old general reached for the nearest cup and took a sip, probably hoping to call the bluff.
That sip sealed the deal.
Dugu Wudi froze. His eyes widened. His hand trembled. It was like tasting liquid gold, sunshine, and the sweet tears of victory all at once. He couldn't deny itâthe wine was unreal. Worth 20 million? Honestly, it might've been worth more. The big guy gulped, ground his teeth, and pulled out the money, each liang feeling like a knife to his heart.
When the deal was done, Dugu Wudi stormed out, muttering curses under his breath and swearing he'd beat his sons until they couldn't sit for a month. Meanwhile, Jun Mo Xie leaned back, swirling a cup of another fine wine, the real rare stuff, the kind he'd never waste on idiots.
Twenty-five million liangs richer, the Jun Family didn't just win; they owned the board. The mighty Dugu Family? Now, nothing more than reluctant debtors, forced to play nice if they didn't want their foolishness shouted from every rooftop in the city.
And the funniest part? That legendary wine they drank⌠was just the second-best bottle in Jun Mo Xie's collection. He saved the real treasure for people he actually liked.
Jun Mo Xie was lounging in his courtyard, sipping wine and chuckling like a villain who just pulled off the perfect crime. The whole Dugu fiasco had gone so smoothly that he almost felt bad for them. Almost.
That's when Little Ke tiptoed in like a cat trying not to wake a sleeping lion. "Young Master, the Old Master invites you to dinner."
Jun Mo Xie blinked. Dinner? Grandpa rarely called for a special meal unless something hilarious or disastrous happened and knowing his grandpa, it was probably both.
"Why is Grandpa in such a cheerful mood today? Is it his birthday or did someone fall down the palace steps?" Jun Mo Xie muttered, adjusting his robe as he strolled toward the dining hall.
The moment he entered, Jun Zhan Tian was already sitting at the head of the table, his face glowing with pure, unfiltered schadenfreude. The old man's smile was so wide that it looked like it might split his face in two.
"I almost laughed myself into an early grave today!" Grandpa Jun slapped the table, barely able to contain himself. "That old bastard Li Shangâhe actually fell for it! Hahaha! I don't know which idiot gave him the idea, but someone told him the Jade Sea Coral could restore his shattered dantian! His grandson, that prissy little peacock Li You Ran, bought it for five million taels! Five million! For a piece of decorative coral! HAH!"
Jun Mo Xie's eyes sparkled with mischief, but he played along. "Wait, wait. Five million taels? Please don't tell me it didn't work. Did they get scammed?"
Grandpa Jun leaned in, his face twitching with excitement, like a kid about to tell the punchline of the best joke ever. "Scammed? Oh no, no, no! It worked too well! It was too effective! At the most critical moment, when Li Shang sat down to cultivate, that so-called miracle coral⌠self-detonated! BLEW UP! Bwahaha!"
"PFFTâ!" Jun Mo Xie had been mid-sip when the words hit him like a slap. Wine sprayed from his mouth like a fountain, splattering right across Jun Wu Yi's face. His poor uncle froze, blinking slowly as wine dripped from his nose and chin.
Grandpa Jun was already doubled over, pounding the table with one hand and his thigh with the other, tears streaming down his face. "HA HA HA! That old fool's dantian didn't just stay brokenâit got pulverized! It's like trying to fix a cracked vase by smashing it into dust! Andâyou'll love thisâhis pretty-boy grandson, Li You Ran? He was standing nearby, cheering his grandpa on, when the thing exploded! BAM! Right in the face! That peacock's flawless, ladies-love-me face? Gone! Completely rearranged! Hahaha!"
Jun Mo Xie was frozen, wine cup still in hand, eyes wide like he'd seen a ghost. Well⌠damn. He hadn't expected the coral trick to be that effective. He only wanted to ruin their day, not turn Grandpa Li into a cripple and Junior Li into an ugly duckling.
Grandpa Jun wiped his tears, face still flushed from laughter. "I haven't laughed this hard since your father pranked the Emperor's chief eunuch by swapping his ceremonial robe with a pink one. We have to toast to this! Drink! Drink till the moon falls from the sky!"
Jun Mo Xie clinked glasses, hiding his smirk behind the rim. But before he could take a sip, Uncle Jun Wu Yi, still dripping with wine and scowling like a wet cat, cleared his throat.
"Alright, enough laughing. This whole mess might be funny now, but when Li Shang realizes he's permanently crippled and his grandson can't flirt his way out of trouble anymore, the Li Family's going to be out for blood. And guess whose blood they'll want first?" He pointed at the Jun Family banner hanging proudly on the wall. "Ours. They'll come, furious and stupid, like wounded tigers with toothaches. We'd better be ready."
Grandpa Jun waved him off, still grinning like a fox. "Let them come! If they want another explosion, I've got a whole shelf of 'miracle cures' ready for delivery! HA HA HA!"
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