Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 112

“I have no use for it! In this world, what secret could possibly elude me?” Jiang Tian smirked coldly, his expression dripping with disdain.

“Grandmaster Jiang, spare my life! I am willing to serve you loyally, to go through fire and water without hesitation!”

Chen Bo wailed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, snot bubbling from his nose—far from the dignified nobleman he once appeared to be.

Jiang Tian looked down at Chen Bo, who in his past life had been as untouchable as royalty but now groveled at his feet like a beaten dog. A profound sense of satisfaction surged through him as he murmured:

“In your past life, you framed the Medicine King Group, smearing its reputation until its funding collapsed. You even indirectly caused my parents’ deaths.”

“In this life, I will use your blood to wash away my humiliation and avenge those wronged souls!”

The memory of his unjustly slain parents brought a faint redness to Jiang Tian’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, he commanded:

“Kill him.”

Bang!

Zuo Zimu stepped forward swiftly and delivered a palm strike to Chen Bo’s skull, shattering it instantly and ending his life on the spot.

“Drag him out and feed him to the dogs!” Jiang Tian’s lips curled into a sinister grin as he flicked his hand dismissively.

Disciples promptly hauled Chen Bo’s corpse away.

As for how the Shennong Sect would explain this to the Chen family—well, they would handle it themselves. Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered.

Frankly, the Shennong Sect didn’t even need to justify anything. A mere secular family like the Chens wasn’t worth a single finger of the sect’s might.

“Grandmaster Jiang, Han Yan’er of the Han family in Zhonghai and Mai Shilong of the Mai family request an audience. Shall I…?” Elder Silvermoon asked with an ingratiating smile.

“Let them in.”

Jiang Tian’s tone was indifferent. Besides, he still had a few words to say to them.

“Han Yan’er and Mai Shilong pay respects to Grandmaster Jiang!”

The two entered trembling, immediately dropping to their knees and pressing their foreheads to the ground in complete submission.

In Zhonghai, a bustling international metropolis, they were young masters and mistresses who could act with impunity, commanding respect wherever they went.

But now, in Jiang Tian’s presence, they were too terrified to even breathe loudly.

Han Yan’er’s face was deathly pale, her heart pounding so violently she couldn’t bring herself to meet Jiang Tian’s gaze.

“Why have you come to see me?”

Jiang Tian lounged comfortably, sipping tea with one leg crossed over the other, exuding the ease of a man who now owned the Shennong Sect.

“Grandmaster Jiang, we were disrespectful before. We beg for your forgiveness!” Mai Shilong stammered, his voice shaking.

He would never forget the sight of Jiang Tian soaring a hundred meters into the air, summoning thunder, and obliterating the sacred Shennong statue with a single bolt.

Those terrifying images were seared into his mind, filling him with dread and reverence for Jiang Tian as though he were a demon god.

“Hmph, it’s fine. If there’s nothing else, you may leave.” Jiang Tian waved dismissively.

The two exchanged glances before cautiously rising. Han Yan’er took a deep breath and ventured:

“Yan’er has one more presumptuous request!”

“Speak.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she steeled herself and blurted out: “My father suffers from ALS. I beg Grandmaster Jiang to grant me a medicinal pill!”

“Ah, simple enough. Here’s a Fire Spirit Pill—take it.” A pill rolled to a stop at her feet.

She clutched it like a priceless treasure, kowtowing repeatedly in gratitude. “Grandmaster Jiang, if you ever visit Zhonghai, the Han family will receive you as our most honored guest!”

“The Mai family as well!” Mai Shilong hastily added.

“Enough. No need for empty words.”

Jiang Tian’s voice was icy. “Not a single word of what you’ve witnessed these past few days leaves your lips. If it does, I will exterminate your entire families.”

“We would never dare!”

Mai Shilong and Han Yan’er collapsed to their knees again, nearly fainting from terror.

…..

Jiang Tian first set up a small Spirit Gathering Array using jade and rare wood, which drew energy from the earth’s ley lines. Its effect matched—even surpassed—that of the Azurewood Divine Cauldron, ensuring the valley would still produce the finest herbs even if the cauldron were taken away.

Later, at the earnest pleas of Zuo Zimu and Elder Silvermoon, Jiang Tian held a scripture lecture at the Shennong Sect, imparting knowledge on martial arts, spellcraft, and alchemy.

Even elite disciples like Shen Mange and the sect’s top figures—Zuo Zimu and Silvermoon themselves—listened like obedient schoolchildren.

The moment Jiang Tian began speaking, the elders, alchemists, and disciples felt as though enlightenment had dawned upon them. They hung on his every word, utterly entranced.

The “Nine Forms of Shennong”, a martial art allegedly passed down from the ancient sage Shennong himself, had been incomplete for generations, abandoned by the sect in favor of other techniques.

Yet Jiang Tian restored it effortlessly, expounding its secrets with such brilliance that it seemed as though flowers rained from the heavens and golden springs bubbled from the earth.

He explained profound concepts with simplicity, weaving complexity into clarity. His teachings left everyone spellbound.

Similarly, the “Hundred Herbs Classic”, the sect’s foundational text for medicine and alchemy, was revitalized under Jiang Tian’s reinterpretation. What was once considered obsolete now brimmed with newfound wisdom, elevating their alchemical skills overnight.

…..

When Jiang Tian finished, the entire audience sat in stunned silence, unable to snap out of their awe.

“Even the ancient sages and immortals couldn’t have lectured like this…” Shen Mange shuddered, staring at Jiang Tian in disbelief.

His teachings made her realize how shallow her understanding of martial arts and alchemy had been. Under his guidance, these texts had been reborn—Zuo Zimu’s own knowledge paled in comparison.

How could a man barely in his twenties possess such profound insight? It defied belief.

“Grandmaster Jiang has restored our lost heritage! The Shennong Sect will rise again!”

“With his guidance, our sect will soar to unimaginable heights!”

Zuo Zimu and Silvermoon wept openly, nearly fainting from exhilaration.

Despite fervent pleas to stay, Jiang Tian was eager to return home.

He had arrived empty-handed, but now he left laden with treasures—rare herbs, cultivation resources, and the Azurewood Divine Cauldron, all packed into several large chests. These would fuel his next breakthrough and unlock new abilities.

Most crucially, with the cauldron in hand, he now only needed an earth-based element to complete his Five Elements Spirit Gathering Array.

…..

At the valley’s entrance, Shen Mange approached, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Grandmaster Jiang… I wish to become your maidservant. Would you… accept me?”

Once the proud heiress of the prestigious Shen family in Yanjing, the sect’s top disciple doted on by elders—now she stood before him, humbly begging.

“You had your chance and squandered it,” Jiang Tian sneered, flicking his sleeve. “Isn’t this a bit late?”

“Please, Grandmaster Jiang!”

The thought of Jiang Tian’s godlike prowess in martial arts, spells, and alchemy burned in her heart. In desperation, she dropped to her knees.

“Does your master approve?” Jiang Tian glanced at Zuo Zimu.

Zuo Zimu bowed deeply. “Grandmaster Jiang, how could I object? If you accept her, it would be her greatest honor—and ours!”

“Fine.”

Jiang Tian nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. Deliberately demeaning her, he declared:

“From this moment, you are my servant, and I am your master.”

“A servant? A lowly maidservant?!” Shen Mange’s face burned with humiliation.

“Mange, why fuss over titles? The essence is the same!”

“Exactly! Just be grateful Grandmaster Jiang is willing to take you!” Zuo Zimu and Silvermoon urged frantically, fearing Jiang Tian might change his mind.

“This servant… thanks her master for his mercy.”

Her face scarlet, the blush spreading to her neck and ears, Shen Mange kowtowed.

Yet as she spoke those words, a strange thrill coursed through her—a mix of shame and exhilaration.

Was this what she had secretly craved all along? The submission to a superior force?

“Rise.”

At Jiang Tian’s command, she scrambled up and grabbed Tang Linglong’s arm, forcing cheerfulness. “Senior Sister, you must be tired. Let me drive!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re a servant, not a disciple. You don’t get to call her ‘Senior Sister’!”

Before Tang Linglong could respond, Jiang Tian’s sharp rebuke reduced Shen Mange to tears.

…..

Meanwhile, in Hankou—The Hong Family Estate

Hong Tianzhao’s coffin lay in the mourning hall, surrounded by wailing family members.

The air was thick with grief and vengeance, the entire household draped in white.

In the council hall, the Hong family’s elders had gathered, including corporate chairmen and martial artists of considerable skill.

Hong Junshan, the family’s former patriarch and Hong Tianzhao’s father—a peak Inner Strength master—sat at the head of the room.

Once a sprightly, cheerful elder, he now looked broken, his eyes hollow yet burning with suppressed fury.

Burying one’s own child—no pain compared.

“Revenge is non-negotiable. Jiang Taichu thought he could bully our Hong family? He’ll pay!” Hong Junshan snarled.

“All Iron Body peak experts and above will mobilize. We march to Linzhou—to tear Jiang Taichu limb from limb!”

“Kill Jiang Taichu! Restore the Hong family’s dignity!”

Hong Tianzhao’s son, Hong Hetu—a mid-level Iron Body practitioner—raised his fist, tears of rage in his eyes.

“Kill Jiang Taichu! Restore our honor!”

The hall erupted in vengeful cries.

But then—

“Patriarch! Disaster!” A young family member burst in, panic-stricken.

“Luoshui, what’s wrong?” Hong Junshan frowned.

This was his eldest grandson, a talented martial artist training with the Shennong Sect.

“The Shennong Sect… has fallen! Jiang Taichu slaughtered them—dozens of spellcasters and martial masters, including Cang Aonian and Wei Bufan!”

Hong Luoshui collapsed to his knees, trembling.

“What?!”

Hong Junshan froze, his face draining of color.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue.