Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 105

“You—!” Shen Mange was so furious she could barely speak, her entire body trembling with rage.

She had always considered herself exceptional, but ever since crossing paths with Jiang Tian—this walking disaster—she had suffered one humiliation after another. Now, he even dared to dismiss her master with contempt. Yet, there was nothing she could do. She was effectively his hostage.

Too angry to speak, she crossed her arms and glared out the window, silently cursing Jiang Tian with every fiber of her being.

The mountain roads were treacherous, winding through mist-shrouded peaks, every turn fraught with danger.

By evening, they had reached a small town deep in the heart of the Shennongjia mountains. Spotting a few inns and restaurants, Jiang Tian called for a stop to eat.

Their group drew attention—a Range Rover, a Mercedes SUV, an elder with an imposing presence (Qiu Gong), and several strikingly attractive young men and women (Tang Linglong, Shen Mange, Chen Bo). Together, they looked like nobility on an expedition.

“Master, this restaurant seems popular. Lots of people are eating here—must be good!” Tang Linglong pointed to a place called “Starview Restaurant.”

“Fine, this one.” Jiang Tian shrugged indifferently.

Inside, they took their seats, and the owner hurried over, bowing obsequiously. “What can I get you, boss?”

Tang Linglong ordered dishes and drinks while the owner relayed the order to the kitchen and went to fetch tea.

Jiang Tian shot Shen Mange a cold look. “You’re my maid. Where’s your initiative? Pour the tea. Or do you want a spanking tonight?”

“You—!” Shen Mange flushed crimson but had no choice. She stood and began serving tea.

“That kind of woman—must be some city guy’s mistress.”

“Yeah, look at those tits. Like my family’s dairy cow, Blackie.”

Nearby, a group of rough-looking farmers leered and whispered.

Humiliated, Shen Mange pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her purse and put them on, hiding half her face. The comments died down slightly.

“Hah! What, are you a celebrity now? Sunglasses indoors? How ridiculous!” Jiang Tian sipped his tea, casually mocking her until she was on the verge of tears, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Just then, four black SUVs with Shanghai plates pulled up outside. A dozen burly men in tactical gear stepped out of the lead and trailing vehicles, forming two protective lines before the second car’s door opened.

A slender, alabaster leg emerged, followed by a designer suede high heel that made the entire restaurant stare.

A delicate ankle adorned with a platinum-and-diamond anklet drew even more attention, making the farmers gulp.

Then, a stunning young woman stepped out—tall, wearing a miniskirt, holding a parasol.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with skin like porcelain, delicate brows, and lips like cherry blossoms. Her large, limpid eyes were mesmerizing.

Dressed in a skimpy tank top that revealed just enough of her collarbone to tease the imagination, she radiated allure.

“Damn, what a beauty! Just looking at her makes me… hungry!”

“Shut up. You see her entourage? You want trouble?”

“Now that’s power. Four cars, all those bodyguards—even more impressive than the last group!”

Under the weight of so many lustful gazes, the girl wrinkled her nose in disgust and walked inside.

A well-dressed, handsome young man rushed ahead, wiping down a table and chair with a napkin before bowing obsequiously. “Yan’er, please sit.”

The moment they entered, their eyes locked onto Jiang Tian’s group—clearly not locals.

Qiu Gong, in his white martial arts attire and cloth shoes, especially stood out as a trained fighter.

“Wow, that guy is gorgeous!”

The girl—Yan’er—seemed instantly captivated by Jiang Tian, her eyes lingering.

Now at the peak of Qi Refining Level 2, Jiang Tian exuded an almost ethereal aura. His flawless skin and clear gaze made him look like a young Louis Koo before he got tan.

“Yan’er, stop staring. We need to eat and get moving. Order quickly.”

The young man shot Jiang Tian a jealous glance.

“What I look at is none of your business!”

Han Yan’er shoved the menu at Mai Shilong and kept studying Jiang Tian.

Soon, food arrived, and both groups ate in silence before resuming their journey.

Jiang Tian noticed the Shanghai convoy was following them.

By midnight, they reached another mountain town and checked into its only hotel.

After settling in, Jiang Tian went to the lobby bar to video call Zhao Xueqing, updating her on his travels.

As he headed upstairs, Han Yan’er—unable to contain her curiosity—approached with a wine bottle and glass.

“Handsome, you’re heading to Shennong Town too, right? Have a drink with me!”

The wine wasn’t from the bar—it was a premium Mouton Rothschild, easily worth tens of thousands per bottle.

“Yeah. Shennong Town. You too?” Jiang Tian took a sip.

“What a coincidence! Me too!”

Han Yan’er beamed, then glanced at Shen Mange, who was nearby using the Wi-Fi. “Is this your wife? She’s stunning!”

“I am NOT his wife! We have no relationship!” Shen Mange recoiled in disgust.

“Oh, sorry! My bad!” Han Yan’er giggled and took a sip as a self-penalty.

She was chatty, introducing herself as Han Yan’er from the Shanghai Han family, which ran a billion-dollar import-export business. Her father was ill, and she was seeking rare medicine in Shennong Town.

The young man trailing her was Mai Shilong, a persistent suitor she found annoying.

Jiang Tian raised an eyebrow. “Shennong Town? You’re looking for the Shennong Sect?”

“You know about them?!” Han Yan’er gasped.

The sect was notoriously secretive. Her family had paid a fortune for the tip.

She’d assumed only elite insiders knew of them—not someone like Jiang Tian, who dressed like an average guy.

“So you’re also seeking medicine? Perfect! I was worried about getting lost. Now we can go together!”

“Hmph. As if he’d get lost. I’m his hostage—he knows exactly where he’s going.” Shen Mange seethed silently.

“Yan’er, time for bed.”

Mai Shilong strode over, shooting Jiang Tian a glare. “Stop talking to randos. Who knows what creeps are out here?”

“It’s cold in here. Why don’t you come to my room later? I’m scared sleeping alone.”

Instead of leaving, Han Yan’er clung to Jiang Tian’s arm, pressing her chest against him with a pout.

“How does he attract women like this?” Shen Mange was baffled.

Jiang Tian glanced at Mai Shilong’s thunderous expression and realized he was being used as a shield.

“Oh? Scared? Want me to stay the night?”

As Han Yan’er giggled and batted her lashes, Jiang Tian felt a wave of disgust.

“Maybe~” She smirked, thinking herself irresistibly seductive.

“Heh.” Jiang Tian chuckled dryly and shook his head.

This girl thought her looks entitled her to toy with others. She’d use him as a pawn, then walk away, leaving him to deal with the fallout.

As if being her shield was some honor. The arrogance.

His disdain wasn’t unfounded. Mai Shilong radiated pettiness and spite—and Jiang Tian’s spiritual sense had already detected firearms among his bodyguards.

Jiang Tian could handle him easily, but if he were just an ordinary man, Mai Shilong might have him beaten, shot, and dumped in the wilderness.

Han Yan’er didn’t care—she was beautiful on the outside, venomous within.

“No thanks. Not interested.” Jiang Tian shook her off.

Mai Shilong rushed to her side, glowering. “You dare treat her like that? I’ll kill you!”

SLAP!

Jiang Tian backhanded him. “Piss off. Don’t make me end you.”

A millennia of cosmic survival had honed his instincts. Mai Shilong wanted to play hero at his expense.

But if provoked, Jiang Tian wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. In these remote mountains, who’d even know?

“Fine. You’ve got guts.”

To Jiang Tian’s surprise, Mai Shilong didn’t retaliate—just shot him a venomous look before leading Han Yan’er away.

“Be careful. They’re armed. In the mountains… heh.” Shen Mange smirked.

“You think I didn’t notice? Bullets can’t touch a grandmaster. Pathetic.”

Jiang Tian scoffed. “I hope they try something. Saves me the trouble of hunting them later.”

“How are you so ruthless? You grew up in the modern world—don’t you have any respect for human life? Any sense of law?”

Shen Mange stared in horror, screaming inwardly: “You’re not human! You’re a demon! A monster!”