“Can you get in touch with the Big Circle?” Jiang Tian suddenly asked as Shu Wei was about to leave.
“Of course. The Big Circle is the number one Chinese organization in the world. We need to control, utilize, and appease forces like theirs. The two sides established channels of dialogue long ago,” Shu Wei said.
“If it’s convenient, pass a message to Fan Liu of the Big Circle for me. The fight between Lin Zhenyu and me was simply unavoidable—he was trying to harm my beloved disciple at the time. If he backs off now, I won’t touch him either! Otherwise, I’ll wipe out his entire family!” Jiang Tian said in a calm, indifferent tone.
Shu Wei was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, “Alright, Mr. Jiang, rest assured. I’ll find a way to get the message across!”
After Shu Wei and her group left.
Qing’er came over from the study, nestled up beside Jiang Tian, and smiled, “Hubby, are you really going to let the Big Circle off?”
“The Subduing Dragon Grand Formation isn’t complete yet, so the Jiang family isn’t safe. At a time like this, it’s not wise to show hostility and provoke them into retaliating.”
Jiang Tian chuckled, a sharp killing intent flashing through his eyes. “Heh heh, but to pull weeds, you have to get the roots. How could I let the Big Circle off? It’s just that right now I can’t spare the hands to deal with them! Once the Subduing Dragon Grand Formation is ready, I’ll go knock on their door and wipe them out completely!”
…
Late at night, Jiang Tian was playing with his flying sword.
Qing’er held Jiang Tian’s hand, snuggled close to him, a hint of shyness between her brows.
At this moment, she had just finished bathing, and the steam made her pretty little face even more crystal clear and delicate, as if it could be broken by a gentle touch.
Outside, the night wind was biting cold, and yellow leaves drifted down, but inside the room, which was set up with a constant-temperature formation, it was as warm as spring.
She wore a silk nightgown, revealing her fair white arms and legs. A faint, delicate body fragrance emanated from her, refreshing and utterly enchanting.
Jiang Tian knew this wasn’t some scent from perfume or cosmetics, but a true body fragrance—true immortal spiritual energy.
There was no helping it. An immortal physique was just that domineering—ice-clear jade bones, inner divine splendor, filled with immortal spiritual energy.
Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip as she smiled and said, “Mom and Dad are urging us to have a baby again. They even suspect there’s something wrong with our health. I’m not taking the blame for that!”
“Huh?” Jiang Tian put away the little black flying sword, slightly stunned, and looked at Qing’er in surprise.
“You dead man, what are you ‘huh’-ing about? Playing dumb? It’s been over a year, and you still haven’t touched me!”
Qing’er was about to die of embarrassment, her pretty face flushed red as if smeared with rouge.
Was this bastard a block of wood? She hated him to death. She pinched him hard twice on the waist.
Jiang Tian suddenly understood. In fact, the two of them had grown more and more deeply attached. Later, Jiang Tian’s line—”When I make my name known throughout the world, I’ll take you”—had become a vow with little meaning.
To Qing’er, even if Jiang Tian were a demon or a beggar, she would never leave him and would follow him for life.
The reason Jiang Tian hadn’t taken Qing’er later was mainly because he considered that if she remained a virgin, it would be more beneficial for her immortal physique’s awakening—the probability and degree of awakening would both greatly increase.
And after Qing’er took the Emperor’s Daughter Flower and awakened her immortal physique…
Global dark organizations came flocking one after another.
After that, the two went from Linzhou to Jinling, cutting a bloody path all the way. After bloodwashing Jinling, Jiang Tian healed his injuries and forged artifacts, so much so that he hadn’t touched a single finger of Qing’er’s.
“Haha, then let’s go make a baby!” Jiang Tian was overjoyed. He laughed and said.
With Qing’er’s immortal physique awakened and her stepping onto the path of cultivation, a stone in Jiang Tian’s heart finally landed. He was in great spirits. He scooped her up horizontally and tossed her onto the rose-colored large bed.
…
“Why do we open our eyes when we kiss?”
Jiang Tian was startled by her round, bright eyes. Don’t look at me like that, okay? It’s creepy!
“I want to remember your face firmly. In the next life, when I meet you again, I’ll still be your wife…”
Qing’er gently stroked Jiang Tian’s cheek with her jade hand, her eyes slightly reddened, and spoke with deep emotion.
“Qing’er!” Jiang Tian’s heart was filled with tenderness.
After ten thousand years of torment and waiting, two lifetimes as a person, he finally held Qing’er in his arms again. Only now did Qing’er truly belong to him.
When that wonderful moment arrived, Qing’er’s whole body stiffened, her eyebrows slightly furrowed with a hint of pain. But suddenly she couldn’t help it and bit down hard on Jiang Tian’s arm. Then, from the corner of her eye, a tear rolled down…
Outside the window, withered leaves drifted quietly. Inside the room, the lights were bright and beautiful, and the whole room was filled with spring.
On this quiet night, Jiang Tian finally turned the girl he had missed for ten thousand years into a complete woman.
Qing’er’s tenderness made it impossible for Jiang Tian to suppress the impulse in his heart. Her single-minded devotion, her gentleness like water, her soft beauty—all of it was enough to stir up towering waves in Jiang Tian’s dao heart, which was otherwise as steady as a rock and as still as water, driving him mad.
…
After this night, Qing’er and Jiang Tian’s feelings deepened another step, like honey mixed with oil, full of tenderness and sweetness.
Every day, Jiang Tian sat in meditation and cultivated with Qing’er, or went to the Sunny Sky Laboratory to give some guidance, or accompanied Qing’er sightseeing in the mountains and playing in the water. He was completely at ease.
Moreover, the Lingnan occult world had gone to Southeast Asia to search for formation materials and had gained quite a lot. Formation materials kept arriving in a steady stream and gradually became complete. The super grand formation had already begun to take shape.
However, Jiang Tian also reminded them not to reveal their relationship with him, lest the Singapore Chinese Association make a move against them. Right now, they were in the enemy’s main base, trying to snatch a rabbit while brushing the grass.
Soon, it would be the end of the year. The temperature was getting lower and lower, and deep winter was approaching.
“I heard from Red Leaf Immortal Xu Wenjie and the others that the Singapore occult world’s magical artifact auction is about to begin. Looks like I’ll need to make a trip to Singapore this time.”
After discussing it with Qing’er, Jiang Tian began preparing for the trip to Singapore.
Who would have expected that before he even had time to leave, an unexpected piece of news came that day.
Cheng Yi, a childhood friend he had grown up with in the Qixia County government compound, had returned.
“Cheng Yi hasn’t come back for years. Jiang Tian, I know you’re rich, but this meal has to be on me!”
On the phone, Zhen Shuai said seriously, warmly inviting Jiang Tian and his wife to get together.
“Alright, alright, let this local tyrant show off!” Jiang Tian didn’t argue and happily agreed.
By evening, Zhen Shuai drove a brand-new Maserati sports car to pick up Jiang Tian and his wife.
Jiang Tian said in surprise, “Well, look at you! Trading a bird gun for a cannon! Struck it rich?”
“Uh… well, didn’t Young Master Yu Qiang tell you? I’ve taken over Emperor International under Cannon Fist Master Lei Ming now. Only cost me fifty or sixty million…” Zhen Shuai said a bit embarrassedly.
“Oh, I see…” Jiang Tian nodded, but his brows furrowed slightly.
In his previous life, although Zhen Shuai never became rich or noble, he still lived a life with no worries about food or clothing, safe and peaceful.
In this life, he had drawn closer to Jiang Tian. Who knew whether that was a blessing or a curse for him.
Seeing Jiang Tian frown, Tan Guangxu beside him quickly said, “Jiang Tian, don’t worry. Zhen Shuai didn’t get into any of that shady stuff. Those businesses have all stopped. Now there’s just some traditional Chinese massage, all with respectable women…”
“Zhen Shuai, sorry to make you spend money! Dongxu, hello!” Qing’er also came out and said with a polite smile.
Smack!
Zhen Shuai’s hand trembled, and the car keys fell to the ground. Drool instantly flowed all over the floor, and his eyes went straight.
Qing’er had just begun to receive the grace of rain and dew, and her aura had changed somewhat too. Her otherworldly purity now carried a hint of soft charm.
One could say she was infinitely charming, full of feminine appeal. Any man who saw her would feel his heart stir.
“Zhen Shuai, what are you staring at? This is our sister-in-law!” Tan Guangxu smacked him on the head.
“Nothing, nothing. I just felt like sister-in-law seems to have changed a lot. I didn’t recognize her at first!”
Zhen Shuai gulped, and the sound was so loud it startled even himself. He quickly got in the car and led the way.
“It’s been many years. I wonder what Boss Cheng Yi looks like now…” Jiang Tian’s eyes held a bit of anticipation and excitement.
Strictly speaking, Cheng Yi didn’t count as a child of the compound. Back then, he had only rented a place in the county government compound with his mother. He was an outsider, and he was also two years older than Jiang Tian and the others.
At first, Cheng Yi looked down on Jiang Tian and the other two—three small official second-generation brats who did nothing but eat, wait for death, and commit every evil deed. He wouldn’t even greet them when they met.
But one time, Jiang Tian and the other two went to eat at the small barbecue shop Cheng’s mother ran. When they saw several social big brothers with flower arm tattoos eating without paying, they immediately charged up without hesitation and beat them up.
After that, the relationship between the four improved and they became iron buddies.
Only later did Jiang Tian and the others discover that Cheng Yi was very good at fighting. That day, their intervention had been completely unnecessary. He alone could beat up three to five grown men. As a result, Cheng Yi became the combat power of this little group. Since he was also a bit older, they called him Boss.
Thinking about it now, there was a time in Jinling when Jiang Tian was cornered by several of Xia Miao’s thugs, and it was Cheng Yi who stepped in and saved him.
To save him, Cheng Yi single-handedly fought seven or eight big men from the underworld and was slashed several times.
It wasn’t until after finishing university in Jinling that Cheng Yi left the compound and returned to his hometown in Northeast China with his mother.
Jiang Tian didn’t understand back then, but looking back now, Cheng Yi seemed to have the shadow of a martial artist about him.
…
This gathering was still held at Emperor International in Mingyue Town.
But unlike before, this place was now Zhen Shuai’s property.
And Zhen Shuai had also told all the service staff that seeing Jiang Tian was like seeing himself—they had to serve him well.
“Good evening, Mr. Jiang. Good evening, Mrs. Jiang! Welcome!”
As soon as Jiang Tian and the others entered, the store manager, floor supervisors, and more than a dozen qipao-clad beauties standing on both sides of the entrance all bowed in unison. It truly felt like coming home.
They entered the best presidential private room.
After drinking tea and chatting for a while, a young man in his early thirties pushed the door open and walked in.
He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall and sturdy build, full of power. He wore an old mountaineering jacket, and his mountaineering shoes were heavily worn. He carried a backpack—the standard look of a backpacker. It was just that his face looked a bit tired, covered in the dust of travel.
“Jiang Tian, Mingxu, Zhen Shuai! I’ve missed you brothers so much!” Cheng Yi hugged each of them one by one, full of warmth.
Others hadn’t noticed, but Jiang Tian did—Cheng Yi walked with a limp.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he discovered that Cheng Yi’s right lower leg had already been amputated and replaced with a prosthetic.
“Cheng Yi, what happened to your leg?” Jiang Tian’s heart tightened. He frowned and asked in a low voice.
