“Director Lu, do you still think your son is worthy of my sister-in-law now?” Jiang Tian asked with a faint smile.
Lu Youwei trembled as he stood up, his face ashen. “Grandmaster Jiang, I wouldn’t dare… I wouldn’t dare…”
“Good. Just remember—no retaliation against the Zhao family.” Jiang Tian’s tone was light, but his words cut deep.
“What’s going on here?” Tang Weimin’s expression darkened as he frowned. Zhao Hucheng quickly leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear.
“Well done! Just wait for the disciplinary committee to investigate you!” Tang Weimin’s face turned livid. Without another word, he turned and escorted Jiang Tian away.
“Grandmaster Jiang! Secretary Tang! Please let me explain—!”
Director Lu collapsed under the table, foaming at the mouth, his limbs convulsing—he had suffered a stroke.
“Dad!”
“Husband!”
Madam Lu and Lu Changfeng panicked, slapping his cheeks and pinching his philtrum in desperation.
Liu Tianle, despite being Lu’s nephew, didn’t lift a finger. He sighed inwardly:
“After today, no one in Jiangbei will dare oppose Jiang Tian.”
“No wonder he dismissed the Lu family so easily—he truly has the power to crush them.”
“The Tangs treat him like a god!”
Chu Yuwei stared at Jiang Tian’s retreating figure, her eyes wide with terror.
After making his rounds toasting guests, Jiang Tian was ushered into a private hall by Old Master Tang and others to discuss important matters. Only a select few—like Ye Gufeng, Zheng Guangsha, and Long Wu—were present, along with representatives from prominent out-of-town families. Even influential figures like Zhou Zhenghao and Liu Zikun weren’t qualified to join.
The other tycoons continued their festivities, unfazed. They understood that Jiang Tian was like a celestial dragon—not just anyone could converse with him.
“Wasn’t Jiang Tian supposed to be a madman? How did he become so powerful?”
“It’s unbelievable. Completely baffling!”
Liu Tianle, Du Tao, and other young masters wore sour expressions, as if they’d swallowed flies. Jiang Tian—the Zhao family’s useless son-in-law, a drunken fool—had somehow become Tang’s honored guest, leaving them in the dust.
“Lan Jun, didn’t you investigate Jiang Tian? How did this happen?” Liu Tianle asked Fu Lanjun, who stood frozen.
Many smirked at Fu Lanjun’s expense. After securing her engagement to Tang Jianfeng, she’d grown arrogant, alienating many. Worse, she’d once mocked Jiang Tian during a blind date, throwing his gift in his face. Now, she must be drowning in regret.
“I… I don’t know what happened…” Fu Lanjun’s face paled as tears streamed down. She clutched Tang Jianfeng’s arm. “Jianfeng, beg your grandfather and Grandmaster Jiang! Our engagement can’t end like this!”
Zheng Li sipped her wine, sneering inwardly:
“Too late for remorse. Offending Grandmaster Jiang is a death sentence.”
Once Jiang Tian left, Tang Jianfeng snarled, “I don’t need his permission to marry you!” Humiliated by a “madman,” forced to kneel, and slapped by his father—his rage boiled over. “It’s my family’s backing that lets him dominate Jiangbei!”
No one dared agree. Silence fell.
Then Tang Wannian stormed in. “You disgrace! Come here!”
…
Inside the tea room, Jiang Tian sat calmly sipping tea, flanked by Old Master Tang, Ye Gufeng, and other magnates.
Tang Jianfeng barely had time to react before his father slapped him. “Apologize to Grandmaster Jiang!”
“I… I was wrong! Spare me!” Tang Jianfeng stammered.
Jiang Tian set down his cup. “Did you forget my warning?”
“I apologized! What more do you want?” Tang Jianfeng roared.
“You insolent—!” The Tang family erupted.
Jiang Tian smiled. “I said I’d break one of your legs as punishment.”
Tang Wannian stiffened. “Grandmaster, he’s still in the military. A broken leg would—”
“Silence!” Old Master Tang slammed the table. “He’s no soldier. Xiao Wei, break his leg!”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Tang Jianfeng bolted for the door.
Jiang Tian glanced at Tang Hongtu. “Since Colonel Tang doubts my prowess… let me demonstrate.”
He flicked a finger.
Whoosh!
A translucent blade of wind—over a meter long—sliced through the air.
“AHHH!”
Tang Jianfeng’s leg severed at the calf. Blood sprayed as he collapsed, writhing.
“Jianfeng!” Tang Wannian cried out, heartbroken.
Jiang Tian remained serene, as if nothing had happened.
“Take him away,” Old Master Tang ordered, then bowed deeply to Jiang Tian. “Thank you for teaching my grandson humility.”
Tang Hongtu trembled. “A blade of pure energy… a grandmaster! The military has few like him!”
Outside, the crowd gaped in horror.
“He broke Tang Jianfeng’s leg…”
“From today, Jiangbei answers only to Grandmaster Jiang!”
Liu Tianle and Fu Lanjun trembled, their faces bloodless.
“Now, about that ‘War Tiger’ invitation,” Jiang Tian said, reclining lazily.
Tang Hongtu explained eagerly: “With your skills, you could be their chief instructor! A colonel’s rank at minimum!”
Tang Linglong grinned. “Master, you’d be amazing! Think of the prestige!”
Jiang Tian smirked. “How does War Tiger compare to China’s Dragon Group?”
Tang Hongtu hesitated. “Dragon Group operates beyond the military. They combat supernatural threats. War Tiger… can’t compare. They have Ye Zhantian.”
“Then I’m not interested,” Jiang Tian said flatly. “I’ve got cultivation to focus on—and a herb conference with Elder Qiu.”
To others, the position was a glittering prize. To Jiang Tian? A triviality.
In his past life, he’d ruled galaxies.
Only family and love mattered now.
