Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 115

Everyone exchanged glances, the silence stretching on for a long time.

“What’s with the hesitation? Don’t tell me you’re unwilling to spend the money?”

Tang Wannian slapped his thigh and declared, “If it’s in the Wei family’s hands, we’ll just go and buy it from them! No matter the cost, we must get it for Master Jiang!”

Ye Gufeng shot him a disdainful look. “Foolish! The Wei family is a century-old prestigious clan, their wealth far surpassing ours. Do you really think they need money?”

“Master Ye speaks the truth.”

Grandmaster Qi nodded in agreement. “Moreover, that clay pot is a Wei family heirloom, passed down through generations. It has been with Wei Shuofeng for decades—it’s likely become his life-bound magical artifact by now. There’s no way he’d sell it!”

“What’s a life-bound magical artifact?” The others looked puzzled.

“A life-bound magical artifact is one that, through secret rituals, has formed a blood-deep connection with its owner!”

Grandmaster Qi explained patiently. “This allows the artifact to resonate with its master’s will, as if it possesses a spirit of its own. When wielded, it moves as effortlessly as an extension of the master’s own body, responding to every command. However… there’s also a significant drawback.”

“What is it?” someone asked.

Grandmaster Qi’s expression turned grave. “If the master loses the artifact, it will damage both their health and lifespan. In short, they share a bond of life and death—prosperity and ruin are intertwined.”

“In that case, why would the Wei family ever sell it to us?” The group finally understood the gravity of the situation.

“Then we’ll just take it by force!”

Zhou Zhenghao slammed the table, his face twisting into a vicious scowl. “I’ll hire some mercenaries or assassins from overseas—bang, bang, bang! A hail of bullets, and we’ll wipe out the entire Wei family!”

“Didn’t you hear? The Wei family has deep roots in the arcane arts, possibly even transcendent-level experts. You’d just be throwing your life away!”

Long Wu shot him a contemptuous glare, barely resisting the urge to call him an idiot.

Zhou Zhenghao tugged at his hair in frustration. “Then what the hell are we supposed to do? We can’t buy it, and we can’t fight them!”

“Alright, that’s enough. Meeting adjourned.”

Jiang Tian waved his hand dismissively and strode out of the room.

“There’s only one thing you need to do: gather complete information on the Wei family’s key members and bring it to me.”

He gazed up at the night sky, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his eyes deep and unfathomable. No one could guess what he was thinking.

…..

Since Zhao Xueqing took over as chairwoman of Zhao Pharmaceuticals, she had spent the past month overhauling the company. She scrapped all existing products and, following Jiang Tian’s designs, built three new production lines dedicated solely to the Muscle-Restoring Medicinal Plaster.

The moment this product hit the market, it took the industry by storm.

Priced affordably yet astonishingly effective, it could cure any skin ailment—toxic sores, festering wounds, stubborn rashes—with just one treatment cycle, leaving the skin as flawless as new.

“Chairwoman, another massive order just came in! Our production lines can’t keep up!” Assistant Zhou Liwen rushed into the office, panting.

Orders had been pouring in like snowflakes, with delivery dates already booked a year in advance.

Zhao Pharmaceuticals’ assets had ballooned, and the company’s accounts now held over a billion yuan.

“Honey, let’s expand the production lines!”

Once Zhou Liwen left, Zhao Xueqing turned to Jiang Tian, her joy impossible to contain.

In just one month, she had propelled Zhao Pharmaceuticals to heights previously unimaginable.

Of course, she knew her management skills weren’t extraordinary—the real game-changer was Jiang Tian’s miraculous formula.

Zhao Xueqing had fully embraced her role as chairwoman. Dressed in a sleek, professional suit that accentuated her graceful figure, she wore the Eight Fortunes Necklace Jiang Tian had gifted her, its dazzling glow casting a soft radiance on her face.

She exuded both competence and elegance, every inch the radiant, powerful businesswoman.

“No need…”

Jiang Tian set down a book on traditional medicine and replied calmly, “The Medicine King Group’s sales are sluggish right now, and their production lines are likely idle. We’ll just use theirs.”

Lately, he had been spending time at the company, accompanying Zhao Xueqing and even attending some business events.

To keep up appearances, Jiang Tian held the nominal title of Chairman’s Assistant, though their true relationship remained a well-kept secret.

“Alright, I’ll call Mom right away!” Zhao Xueqing immediately dialed Zhang Wanqing’s number.

When the call connected, she said cheerfully,

“Mom, we’ve got a product selling like crazy, but our production lines can’t keep up. Can we borrow Medicine King Group’s?”

“Which product?” Zhang Wanqing asked, skeptical.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Pharmaceuticals had been on life support before, with production lines barely running. Since when did they need expansion?

“The Muscle-Restoring Medicinal Plaster!”

“What? That product’s selling like hotcakes—it’s yours? Where did you get such a formula?”

“Jiang Tian came up with it!” Zhao Xueqing couldn’t help giggling. “Mom, didn’t you know?”

“Pfft, as if I don’t know his level of expertise in medicine?”

Zhang Wanqing refused to believe it. “Xueqing, stop trying to make him look good. You’re the one who developed it, aren’t you?”

She checked the patent records and laughed. “Besides, the patent is registered under your name!”

“Ugh! Mom, it really was Jiang Tian! He just didn’t want the attention, so he insisted on putting it under my name!” Zhao Xueqing didn’t know how else to explain.

Hearing this, Jiang Tian could only sigh. It seemed his mother still hadn’t shaken off her old perceptions of him.

“Alright, let’s not argue about this.”

Zhang Wanqing chuckled. “Our production lines are underutilized anyway. You’re welcome to use them, and I’ll personally oversee quality control!”

“Thanks, Mom! We’ll pay the standard outsourcing fees. I’ll send over the production process right away!” Zhao Xueqing replied sweetly.

“No need to thank me. Honestly, you’re saving me from a tight spot!” Zhang Wanqing admitted.

After ironing out the details, Zhao Xueqing hung up and threw her arms around Jiang Tian. “Honey, you’re incredible! This product is a total game-changer!”

She understood the immense value of Jiang Tian’s formula.

Even a modest company like Yunnan Baiyao, with far inferior products, boasted a market cap of tens of billions. If Zhao Pharmaceuticals went public in five or ten years, it could easily surpass that!

“Heh, this is nothing. I’ve got even better formulas up my sleeve,” Jiang Tian said with a faint smile.

The Muscle-Restoring Medicinal Plaster was just a casual tweak of his. Having lived for millennia as a cultivator, he possessed countless pill recipes—this one was practically bottom-tier.

If he ever revealed his real treasures, the entire medical industry would be shaken to its core, leaving even the biggest pharmaceutical giants in awe.

“Honey, you’re amazing!” Zhao Xueqing planted a kiss on his cheek, her laughter like wind chimes.

“Oh? Taking advantage of me, are you? Well, I’m not letting you off that easy!”

Jiang Tian pulled his wife into his arms, reveling in her warmth, his heart full.

“You’re the one taking advantage! No way I’m letting you kiss me back!”

“Chairwoman!”

A sudden knock interrupted them. Zhou Liwen entered, and Zhao Xueqing quickly disentangled herself, her face flushed. “Yes? What is it?”

Zhou Liwen gave Jiang Tian a strange look. Had the chairwoman just been sitting in his lap?

This guy had resigned from the PR department and recently become Zhao Xueqing’s assistant. Was the chairwoman keeping a male pet now?

Suppressing her curiosity, Zhou Liwen said, “Chairwoman, Mr. Ji from Far Horizon Pharmaceuticals in Yangcheng wants to meet you! He’s invited you to dinner!”

“Far Horizon Pharmaceuticals?”

Zhao Xueqing froze for a moment before exclaiming, “Yes! Schedule it immediately. This could be huge!”

This pharmaceutical giant was a powerhouse in South China, dominating Yangcheng with nationwide distribution and over a hundred retail outlets.

If Zhao Pharmaceuticals could partner with Far Horizon, their sales would skyrocket.

As soon as Zhou Liwen left, cheers erupted outside. “Secretary Tang is here! Welcome, Secretary Tang!”

“Which Secretary Tang?” Zhao Xueqing blinked in surprise.

Jiang Tian smirked. “Who else? Tang Weimin.”

Before they could react, Tang Linglong bounded into the office. “Master! Sister Xueqing!”

“Shouldn’t you be training at home? Have you even mastered the Thirteen Swords of the Supreme Profound yet?” Jiang Tian frowned, his tone stern.

He had taught her this sword technique on their way back from the Shennong Sect, ordering her to train relentlessly for a year without stepping out.

“I missed you and Sister Xueqing!”

Tang Linglong pouted, shaking Zhao Xueqing’s hand. “Sister, look at him! Always so mean!”

“Ignore him.”

Zhao Xueqing smiled gently. “But don’t blame your master too much. A strict teacher produces outstanding students!”

“True! This sword technique is insane! I even beat Grandpa in a spar recently!” Tang Linglong boasted proudly.

“Beating Old Tang satisfies you?” Jiang Tian chuckled, shaking his head.

This girl had no idea just how formidable the Thirteen Swords of the Supreme Profound truly was.

This technique, co-created by Jiang Tian and his old friend the Supreme Profound Immortal Venerable in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, was renowned for its relentless, overwhelming offense.

Back then, the Supreme Profound Immortal Venerable—once a humble woodcutter—had used this very sword art to conquer the world, defeating thirteen supreme sword sects and ascending to the throne of Immortal Emperor.

In all of China, not even the legendary sword masters of Shu Mountain or Wudang could rival this technique.

Just then, Tang Weimin entered, flanked by his secretary and aides, his face alight with joy. “Congratulations, Mrs. Jiang! The Muscle-Restoring Plaster is taking the nation by storm!”

“Welcome, Secretary Tang! Our success wouldn’t be possible without the city’s support!” Zhao Xueqing greeted him warmly, shaking his hand.

This wasn’t just politeness.

When Zhao Pharmaceuticals needed a billion yuan to launch its new production lines, their meager cash flow couldn’t cover it.

Tang Weimin had personally called the City Investment Group, securing an interest-free loan to acquire the state-owned First Pharmaceutical Factory.

The city government had also fast-tracked tax breaks and land approvals, smoothing their path at every turn.

“A formula personally refined by Master Jiang is nothing short of miraculous! If it benefits the people, supporting it is our duty!”

Tang Weimin wouldn’t dare take credit. He clasped his hands respectfully toward Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian simply nodded.

After some small talk, Tang Weimin dismissed his entourage and grinned. “Master Jiang, I’ve brought you another massive order!”

“How massive?” Jiang Tian asked.

“Two billion!” Tang Weimin announced proudly.