Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 111

Zuo Zimu shuddered violently, not even daring to meet Jiang Tian’s gaze. His voice was hoarse as he replied:

“Grandmaster Jiang, your mastery of both martial and mystical arts is unparalleled. You could sweep through all of China unchallenged. Those fools who dared oppose you brought their deaths upon themselves—no one else is to blame!”

The strike from the Five-Thunder Jade Talisman had been equivalent to the combined attack of over a dozen Transformation Realm experts—yet it hadn’t even scratched Jiang Tian. The difference in power was undeniable. Fighting further would only mean annihilation.

Zuo Zimu himself was a minor-stage Transcendent Realm expert, with sharp judgment and deep insight into spellcraft. Precisely because of this, he recognized the terrifying gap between them ten times more clearly than an ordinary person.

“Hah! Well said. You’re not bad, kid.”

Jiang Tian laughed heartily before his expression turned serious. “However, I didn’t come here for a fight to the death. I just need something from you.”

“What does Grandmaster Jiang require?”

Zuo Zimu was over twenty years older than Jiang Tian, yet here he was being called “kid” like some junior. It felt absurd, but given Jiang Tian’s terrifying strength, he didn’t dare protest. He clasped his fists respectfully and waited.

“No rush.”

Jiang Tian took out several healing pills. “Give these to your injured disciples first.”

Then, he personally set bones, treated wounds, administered medicine, and performed acupuncture—like a hands-on village doctor.

Soon, everyone witnessed the miraculous effects of Jiang Tian’s medicine. Broken bones were perfectly reset, wounds visibly healed, severed limbs regenerated, and even dead flesh revived. The injured were back on their feet in no time.

“Grandmaster Jiang’s pills are like divine elixirs!”

“Incredible! His medical skills defy heaven and earth!”

“Even the legendary immortals who could raise the dead couldn’t compare!”

Gasps of awe and gratitude spread through the crowd.

“Grandmaster Jiang, I submit to you wholeheartedly!”

Watching his disciples recover one after another, Zuo Zimu dropped to his knees and kowtowed deeply.

If Jiang Tian’s earlier rampage had instilled fear, his healing now inspired reverence.

Before, he had seemed like a demon. Now, he was a god.

With one hand, he wielded martial and mystical might, cutting down grandmasters like weeds. With the other, he healed the dying, regrowing flesh from bone. Who wouldn’t revere such power?

Even Shen Mange and Han Yan’er gazed at Jiang Tian with newfound admiration and gratitude.

…..

Late that night, the grand hall of the Shennong Sect blazed with light.

“Grandmaster Jiang, what were those pills you used earlier?” Zuo Zimu asked with utmost deference.

“Essence Replenishing Pills for restoring vitality, Minor Restoration Pills for injuries and poison…”

Jiang Tian lounged on a high-backed chair, legs crossed, as he casually explained.

“Heavens! Nine-Aperture Spirit Pills! Clouds of spiritual energy swirling around them—these are true immortal pills!”

Zuo Zimu’s eyes widened in shock. His expertise in alchemy surpassed even Bu Suanzi’s, and he could instantly tell these pills were infinitely more potent and refined than anything the Shennong Sect could produce.

“Close enough, though the effects are mediocre.” Jiang Tian chuckled dismissively.

These pills had been made from ordinary earthly herbs. If crafted with spirit herbs from the cultivation world, their potency would multiply tenfold.

“How were they refined? Could Grandmaster Jiang enlighten me?”

Zuo Zimu trembled like a student before a teacher, afraid Jiang Tian might refuse.

“It’s simple…”

Jiang Tian casually explained several pill formulas and refining methods, holding nothing back.

Even if Zuo Zimu memorized the recipes, without Jiang Tian’s true essence to temper them, their effects would only reach 10-20% of the original. He had no reason to hide anything.

“Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous! I’ve never even heard of such methods… So that’s how it’s done!”

Zuo Zimu felt as if his mind had been cleansed by divine wisdom. Jiang Tian’s techniques were beyond anything he had ever encountered. Compared to them, the Shennong Sect’s alchemy was garbage.

What moved him even more was Jiang Tian’s generosity—sharing such secrets without hesitation. Such magnanimity was unheard of.

After listening, Zuo Zimu bowed deeply and clasped his fists.

“Grandmaster Jiang, this junior willingly steps aside. I beg you to take leadership of the Shennong Sect! Whatever you command, I will brave fire and water to fulfill!”

At the foot of the steps, Shen Mange and Tang Linglong’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Their minds reeled in disbelief.

The Shennong Sect had a thousand-year history, profound heritage, oceans of rare medicines, and countless ancient texts. Its network of allies and experts far surpassed even three or four martial families combined.

Yet Sect Master Zuo was willingly handing it all over to Jiang Tian? It was unthinkable!

Old Qiu frantically signaled Jiang Tian with his eyes, urging him to accept.

“I appreciate Sect Master Zuo’s kindness. However, I am a man of the secular world—with parents, uncles, a beloved wife, and siblings. Mundane affairs bind me, and I fear I lack the time to spare.”

Jiang Tian sipped his rare cloud mist tea with leisurely grace, entirely unperturbed.

“He… he actually refused?!” Shen Mange stood frozen, utterly stunned.

“Grandmaster Jiang…!” Old Qiu was beside himself. Taking control of the Shennong Sect would be a meteoric rise!

“Grandmaster Jiang, please reconsider…”

Sect Master Zuo and Elder Silvermoon pleaded desperately, unwilling to let this god-like figure slip away.

Under Jiang Tian’s leadership, the Shennong Sect’s martial arts, spellcraft, and alchemy could reach unprecedented heights—perhaps even rivaling legendary sects like Mount Shu, Kunlun, Wudang, and Diancang.

Jiang Tian saw right through them. He smiled faintly.

“Sect Master Zuo, lend me the Verdant Cauldron, and I will teach you everything I know about pills, martial arts, and spellcraft—without reservation. If the Shennong Sect ever faces danger, I won’t stand idly by.”

“If Grandmaster Jiang has need of it, the Shennong Sect will spare no effort! How could we refuse?”

Without hesitation, Sect Master Zuo waved his hand and commanded, “Bring the Verdant Cauldron! And all our stored medicinal herbs!”

The sect’s finest herbs were cultivated using the spiritual water gathered by the Verdant Cauldron.

Frankly, if he hadn’t witnessed Jiang Tian’s alchemical prowess, he might have hesitated. But Jiang Tian could turn the ordinary into the miraculous—refining supreme pills from common herbs. With his guidance, the sect’s losses would be more than compensated.

“Grandmaster Jiang, behold!”

Soon, Elder Silvermoon arrived, carefully carrying an ancient cauldron.

The cauldron was the size of a volleyball, made of wood yet surprisingly heavy. Intricate Daoist engravings covered its surface, exuding an aura of ancient history. Its origins were untraceable.

“A thousand-year-old Verdant Spirit Wood—just as I thought!”

Jiang Tian’s eyes burned with excitement as he examined it. This was perfect as the wood-element material for his Five Elements Formation!

“Grandmaster Jiang, will it suffice?” Zuo Zimu asked nervously.

“It will.”

Jiang Tian accepted the cauldron with satisfaction. “Sect Master Zuo, I owe the Shennong Sect a favor.”

“No, no! It is our honor to serve Grandmaster Jiang!”

Zuo Zimu grinned obsequiously, bowing deeply. “To assist you in any small way is this disciple’s greatest privilege!”

“Grandmaster Jiang, perhaps you’d also like to examine these herbs…”

Elder Silvermoon had disciples arrange a row of boxes on the table, bowing repeatedly.

“Hmm? Violet Sun Grass—three hundred years old! So rich in spiritual energy! Perfect for refining Bone-Cleansing Pills!”

“Thunderstruck Wood—petrified by lightning in prehistoric times, infused with thunder energy. Could be forged into a lightning-based magical treasure!”

“Demonflame Stone… To think Earth still has these! If absorbed, it could awaken my Li Fire energy, allowing me to manifest flame weapons. My combat power would multiply tenfold…”

Jiang Tian’s divine sense swept over the materials, his excitement growing.

To the Shennong Sect, these were just ingredients for pill refining.

But to Jiang Tian, they were a cultivation treasure trove—capable of vastly boosting his strength and unlocking new divine abilities.

A realization dawned on him:

Earth wasn’t as resource-barren as martial artists claimed in this age of dwindling dharma.

The problem wasn’t scarcity—it was that cultivation legacies had been severed. These people were like toddlers stumbling through a treasure vault, utterly clueless about the riches around them.

“This trip to the Shennong Sect was definitely worth it…”

Jiang Tian sighed in satisfaction, instructing Tang Linglong to pack everything up.

Then, his eyes narrowed.

“By the way—what’s your relationship with the Jinling Chen family? Did you order their attack on the Jiang family?”

“This disciple would never dare! The Chens have only a distant connection to us. They merely wanted to buy a few pill recipes!”

Zuo Zimu dropped to his knees in terror.

Elder Silvermoon cautiously asked, “Grandmaster Jiang, has that Chen Bo offended you?”

Jiang Tian sipped his tea, smiling faintly without answering.

Shen Mange barked, “Guards! Drag that trash Chen Bo in here!”

Chen Bo was thrown to the ground, trembling like a leaf. His face was deathly pale as he begged, “Grandmaster Jiang, spare my life!”

“Who stands behind the three great families of Jinling?” Jiang Tian asked coolly.

“I-I don’t know! I just followed orders! Everything was arranged by my grandfather!”

Jiang Tian probed his mind with a soul-searching technique but found nothing. Disappointed, he shook his head.

“Then you may die.”

“Mercy, Grandmaster Jiang! I can gather information for you—!”

Chen Bo kowtowed madly, forehead slamming against the floor until blood splattered. The stench of urine and feces filled the air as he lost control in sheer terror.