Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 108

“Indeed! Ao Nian, you’re overthinking this!”

The speaker was another Grand Law Elder, Wei Bufan—a cultivator who had reached the Tongxuan realm of spell mastery.

“A minor Hua Jin grandmaster? What’s the big deal?”

His face was weathered with age, his body frail, yet his eyes gleamed with sharp, piercing light, the only hint of his formidable aura.

He shook his head dismissively. “We have several Hua Jin grandmasters guarding this place. Even the strongest fists can’t fend off many hands. If he dares come, he’s only seeking his own doom!”

“Come, come! Let’s toast with some Monkey Spirit Wine and celebrate Jiang Taichu’s impending demise!” The Silver Moon True Man raised his cup with a laugh.

Just as the hall buzzed with noise—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The glass windows shattered under an invisible force, exploding into countless shards that fluttered like butterflies before scattering uselessly.

Whoosh!

A shockwave swept through like a hurricane, forcing everyone to squint against the wind, their breath stifled under the pressure.

Crack! Crack!

Fine bone-china teacups split apart, fissures spreading like spiderwebs.

Then, a voice like rolling thunder echoed:

“Jiang Taichu of Linzhou has come to pay a visit to Shennong Sect’s leader, Zuo Zimu!”

“What?! Jiang Taichu is here?!” The crowd gasped in shock.

The Silver Moon True Man’s face twisted in fury. “This insolent beast dares cause trouble in our Shennong Sect? I’ll cut him down!”

Whoosh!

In a flash, the Silver Moon True Man shot out of the hall.

With a leap, he soared like an eagle, diving toward the source of the voice.

Cang Ao Nian, Wei Bufan, and the other elders and protectors followed like gusts of wind, charging toward the disturbance.

In that instant, the entire Shennong Sect erupted like boiling oil doused with water—chaos erupted as disciples rushed out of their quarters, craning their necks to see.

Dozens of experts, leaping like grasshoppers across rooftops, raced toward the scene.

“Jiang Tian!” The Silver Moon True Man stood atop a grand hall, glaring down. “Our Shennong Sect treated you as an honored guest, seeking to exchange alchemy knowledge. Yet you dared kill our fellow disciple, Bu Suanzi, and now you storm our gates? Have you grown tired of living?”

Jiang Tian had one foot planted on Shen Man’ge’s back, pinning her to the ground. He stood with his hands behind his back, smirking coldly.

“Honored guest? Exchange alchemy knowledge? More like a banquet with hidden daggers—a plot to seize my elixirs and formulas!”

“Grandmaster Jiang, there must be some misunderstanding!” Cang Ao Nian, wary of Jiang Tian’s power, tried to stall. “Release Shen Man’ge, and let’s discuss this peacefully. Why turn allies into enemies?”

“Discuss what?” Jiang Tian’s voice was icy. “Your sect conspired to kill me and steal my treasures. Now, Shennong Sect must apologize!”

“Hah! You’ve already killed one of our elders and several disciples, causing us immense losses, and now you demand an apology?” The Silver Moon True Man roared.

“So, in your eyes, Shennong Sect is above reproach?” Jiang Tian’s eyes flashed with anger. “You plot to kill me, and I’m just supposed to bare my neck and accept it? I may not be much, but I am no lamb to the slaughter!”

The Silver Moon True Man fell silent.

It was true—Bu Suanzi and Shen Man’ge had set a trap for Jiang Tian first. They just hadn’t expected him to retaliate so fiercely.

Cang Ao Nian asked solemnly, “Jiang Tian, release Shen Man’ge first. What exactly do you want as an apology? Name your terms.”

(Behind the scenes, Sect Leader Zuo Zimu had been in seclusion, refining a magical artifact. Wei Bufan was buying time, waiting for him to emerge.)

“Simple.” Jiang Tian’s tone was indifferent. “Either submit to me as your master, or leave Shennong Sect. This valley, its spirit herbs, and all its treasures—will belong to me.”

Wei Bufan nearly exploded with rage. “You’re mad! This valley is our ancestral land! How dare you try to take it?”

The crowd erupted in fury.

Jiang Tian’s greed was boundless—he wanted to swallow their home whole!

“Mountains and rivers have no permanent owner—only the strong may claim them.”

“You sought to rob me of my elixirs and formulas. Why can’t I take yours? What kind of logic is that?” Jiang Tian chuckled. “If you refuse, I’ll simply wipe out Shennong Sect. In the end, it will still be mine.”

“Outrageous! We tried to reason with you, but since you’re so arrogant—” The Silver Moon True Man’s face darkened. “You think being a martial grandmaster makes you invincible? Our sect has dozens at your level! Since you refuse to back down, don’t blame us for showing no mercy!”

With a wave of his hand, he gave the order to attack.

“True Man Silver Moon, no! Senior Sister is still in his grasp!” A disciple cried, dropping to his knees.

“No hesitation! If we don’t kill this beast today, he’ll be a disaster later!”

The Silver Moon True Man’s expression turned ruthless. He formed a hand seal and pointed at Jiang Tian’s location.

Boom!

The air around Jiang Tian twisted violently, compressing inward as if to crush steel.

Mai Shilong and Han Yan’er gasped for breath, their bones creaking under the pressure. They collapsed, screaming:

“True Man, spare us! We’re from the Han and Mai families of Zhonghai! We came for medicine, we mean no harm!”

“Hmph. A mere Tongxuan-level spell, manipulating worldly qi?”

Jiang Tian looked mildly surprised before raising a hand and slicing through the air.

Swipe!

The oppressive force split apart, leaving Jiang Tian untouched.

“What?! How did he break it?” The Shennong Sect disciples were stunned.

The Silver Moon True Man’s spell could crush a car into scrap metal—yet Jiang Tian dispelled it effortlessly.

“Try this!”

Refusing to believe it, the Silver Moon True Man formed another seal and thrust his palm forward.

Whoosh!

A spinning vortex of condensed air, sharp as a drill, shot toward Jiang Tian’s chest.

“Heart-Piercing Cyclone!”

This technique could pierce five centimeters of steel. Against martial artists, whose bodies were less dense, it was lethal.

The Silver Moon True Man had once killed a Hua Jin grandmaster with this move.

The cyclone tore through the air, scraping moss off the stone path, leaving deep gashes in its wake.

“Pathetic. You call this a spell?”

Jiang Tian didn’t even move. At the last second, he grabbed the spinning tip of the cyclone—

CRACK!

With a squeeze, the vortex shattered into nothingness.

“He broke it… with his bare hands?!”

The Silver Moon True Man staggered back, blood trickling from his lips. His face paled in disbelief.

The crowd was equally horrified.

The Silver Moon True Man was a Tongxuan spellmaster, revered for his control over fire, ice, and the elements. His Heart-Piercing Cyclone could slay peak Hua Jin experts.

Yet Jiang Tian had crushed it with raw strength.

“What kind of monster is he?!”

Mai Shilong, Han Yan’er, and Old Lu knelt on the ground, staring at Jiang Tian’s towering figure in awe.

Standing alone against the entire Shennong Sect, he looked like an unshakable war god—a far cry from the quiet, unassuming man they’d met.

Han Yan’er’s heart pounded. Even the most elite young masters of Zhonghai lacked this overwhelming presence.

“Attack together!”

The Silver Moon True Man’s face darkened. They’d encountered a true monster.

There was no room for negotiation—this was a fight to the death.

BOOM!

At his command, dozens of martial and spellcasting experts struck at once.

Fists like cannons, blades like lightning, swords like tempests—

Flames roared, ice encased the earth, thunderbolts split the air, and dark poison mist billowed.

Thirty Rudao and Tongxuan spellmasters unleashed their full power—

Treasures flew, talismans ignited, formations activated—

The entire valley trembled as if bombarded by artillery, every attack converging on Jiang Tian.

Yet he stood unmoved, a lone figure against the storm.

One man against the tide.