Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 116

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xueqing was stunned. What kind of enterprise could place such a massive order all at once?

Jiang Tian, however, had already figured it out. He chuckled, “Heh, must be a military order.”

Only the military could handle such a large purchase. Moreover, the Muscle-Restoring Plaster treated external injuries—something the military frequently dealt with due to daily training. Their demand would naturally be the highest.

“Master Jiang, you truly see through everything!”

Tang Weimin smiled. “This is an order from the General Logistics Department. It’ll first be trialed in the Southern Military Region. If the results are satisfactory, it’ll be rolled out to the entire army!”

“The entire army?!”

Zhao Xueqing’s delicate face flushed with excitement, adding a touch of charm to her usual grace. She was overjoyed. If all six military regions placed orders, the volume could multiply five or six times—a staggering ten billion yuan in sales!

“Secretary Tang, the Tang family must have put in considerable effort. We appreciate it.”

Jiang Tian, however, remained perfectly calm, sipping his tea leisurely with an approving nod.

In all of Linzhou, the only one with connections to the General Logistics Department was Tang Hongtu, the eldest son of the Tang family, who served in the General Staff Department.

As for the Southern Military Region, it was likely due to Old Master Tang’s influence as the former chief instructor of the Fierce Tiger Unit.

Jiang Tian sighed inwardly. The Tangs were pulling out all the stops to secure his guidance for the War Tiger Unit. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to refuse this task.

“Ah, Master Jiang, you’ve given the Tang family a second life. This small favor is nothing in return!”

Tang Weimin quickly deflected the praise.

The deal was swiftly finalized. The next day, Zhao Xueqing, representing the company, signed the agreement with the General Logistics Department.

A transaction that would make others green with envy was completed effortlessly.

…..

That day, representatives from Far Horizon Pharmaceuticals of Yangcheng arrived in Linzhou for business negotiations with Zhao Xueqing.

The talks were held at a five-star hotel. In the evening, Jiang Tian accompanied Zhao Xueqing to the meeting.

Far Horizon had sent a deputy general manager—Ji Zhuofan, a third-generation scion of the Ji family.

“So this must be Chairwoman Zhao? A pleasure to meet you!”

Ji Zhuofan was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, tall and handsome, dressed in a crisp white shirt and sharply creased trousers.

He was young, accomplished, and exuded the refined demeanor of someone from a prestigious family.

In fact, Ji Zhuofan ranked among the top twenty young elites in Yangcheng and held a high position in Far Horizon Pharmaceuticals.

“He must practice some kind of mental cultivation technique.”

Jiang Tian noticed an unusual charm emanating from him—an almost seductive aura, reminiscent of the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon, the leader of the Fox Charm Sect he’d encountered in the cultivation world.

The difference, of course, was that Ji Zhuofan’s abilities were laughably weak in comparison.

“Zhao Xueqing! This is my husband, also my assistant.” Zhao Xueqing introduced herself while politely shaking hands.

“I never imagined Chairwoman Zhao would be so stunning!”

The moment Ji Zhuofan got a clear look at Zhao Xueqing, his eyes lit up with desire, and he couldn’t stop complimenting her.

“How does a small place like Linzhou keep producing such beauties? I thought Zhou Xianya was a rare gem, but next to Zhao Xueqing, she looks like a dull maid!”

He glanced at Jiang Tian but dismissed him immediately.

Zhou Xianya had mentioned he was a martial arts expert, even stronger than Li Zhenwei—so he must be a peak Inner Strength master, right?

But even if he were a Transcendent grandmaster, he’d still fall short compared to a spellcaster with intangible attacks.

“Jiang Tian, Zhao Xueqing, we meet again!”

To Jiang Tian’s surprise, Zhou Xianya was also present, standing close to Ji Zhuofan with an intimate air, as if she were his girlfriend.

Previously, the Zhou family had repeatedly offended Jiang Tian. Long Wu and the others had suggested simply eradicating them, but Jiang Tian had held back.

After reconciling with his wife, Jiang Tian had softened. Their crimes were merely disrespect—hardly worth extermination.

Later, he heard the Zhou family, fearing retaliation, had sold their National Medicine Pharmacy to a Yangcheng enterprise and relocated there.

Now, it seemed they’d either sold it to Far Horizon or exchanged it for shares—and in the process, Zhou Xianya had grown close to Ji Zhuofan.

Back in Linzhou, Zhou Xianya had cowered before Jiang Tian like a mouse before a cat.

But now, with Ji Zhuofan by her side, she seemed to have regained her arrogance, looking down her nose at everyone.

“You think the Ji family’s backing makes you invincible? How short-sighted!”

Jiang Tian smirked disdainfully, not even bothering to glance at her as he took his seat.

“Hmph! Jiang Tian, you’re as arrogant as ever. Do you really think the Ji family is just some ordinary medical clan?”

“The Ji family is close to the Wei family! Ji Zhuofan has even received guidance from Wei Shuofeng himself—Li Zhenwei fears him!”

“No matter how strong you are, you’re just a big fish in Linzhou’s tiny pond. You’re no match for Ji Zhuofan!”

Frustrated, Zhou Xianya huffed, her chest heaving as she clenched her fists.

“You flatter me, Chairwoman Zhao.”

Ji Zhuofan’s praise earned him a polite but indifferent nod from Zhao Xueqing, who then sat beside Jiang Tian.

Dishes were served, and the banquet began.

Far Horizon’s business manager gave a presentation on the company’s operations.

Throughout, Jiang Tian remained silent, quietly eating.

Occasionally, he’d pour tea for Zhao Xueqing, serve her dishes, or pass her a napkin. Sometimes, he’d even drink on her behalf.

Watching this, many from Far Horizon exchanged disdainful glances, shaking their heads.

Some assumed Jiang Tian was a henpecked husband—a mere male pet.

Others concluded he must be utterly useless, groveling to his wife.

A few even pitied Zhao Xueqing—how could such a talented, beautiful CEO end up with such a worthless man? Weren’t Chinese marriages supposed to be hypergamous?

…..

After several rounds of drinks, Ji Zhuofan raised his glass.

“Chairwoman Zhao, there’s no need for introductions—I’ve long heard of the Muscle-Restoring Plaster! To be frank, I’m here tonight to discuss cooperation on this product.”

“What kind of cooperation did you have in mind?” Zhao Xueqing took a sip of tea, her tone cool.

“Far Horizon and Zhao Pharmaceuticals will share patent rights. We’ll split the profits fifty-fifty!” Ji Zhuofan smiled.

“No.”

Zhao Xueqing shook her head firmly. “The formula and production process will not be disclosed to you in any way.”

“Chairwoman Zhao, don’t be so quick to refuse.”

Ji Zhuofan remained unshaken, exuding confidence. “Far Horizon’s pharmacies cover over 70 major cities nationwide, with at least one branch in each. Our assets exceed ten billion. The Ji family is among Yangcheng’s top ten—our influence is immense. My uncle is the director of the Provincial Health Department. With our sales network, your product’s potential is limitless. Annual sales could hit ten billion, with five to six billion in pure profit!”

Before Zhao Xueqing could respond, Jiang Tian cut in with a sneer.

“Ji Zhuofan, you’re missing the point. There’s only one Muscle-Restoring Plaster, but there are at least ten national pharmacy chains. We don’t need you to go nationwide.”

Ji Zhuofan frowned. “Fine, I’ll compromise further. Shared patent rights, and we’ll give you eighty percent of the profits!”

“The formula stays with us.”

Jiang Tian picked his teeth lazily. “Otherwise, no deal.”

“Jiang Tian, I know you have some reputation in Linzhou, but don’t overestimate yourself!”

Ji Zhuofan’s expression darkened. “What can the so-called ‘elites’ of Linzhou compare to the Ji family?”

“If I want the formula, who can stop me?”

With that, he suddenly locked eyes with Zhao Xueqing. His pupils swirled unnaturally, emitting an eerie black light!

The dark glow in his eyes was like a vortex—hypnotic, irresistible, compelling one to drown in it.

“Master is so captivating…”

Beside him, Zhou Xianya stared blankly, her soul seemingly devoured by the black light.

“Hmph! You dare flaunt such petty tricks in front of me?”

Jiang Tian’s face turned cold.

The black light in Ji Zhuofan’s eyes was the Demonic Wheel Pupil Technique—a form of spiritual attack.

At its early stages, it could see through objects. At intermediate levels, it could control souls. At its peak, it could shatter them.

Ji Zhuofan had no talent for medicine, but at eight, Wei Shuofeng recognized his gift for pupil techniques and took him as a disciple, delighting the Ji family.

By twenty, he’d mastered the art, rivaling even spellcasters like Yang Guochang.

Officially, Ji Zhuofan was Far Horizon’s deputy manager, but in reality, he led their commercial intelligence unit.

Using the Demonic Wheel Pupil Technique, he could instantly hypnotize—even enslave—minds.

Stealing trade secrets or extracting core formulas was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

“Hmph, so what if you’re a martial artist? Do you really think you can protect your secret?”

Ji Zhuofan smirked inwardly as the black light shot toward Zhao Xueqing’s mind, ready to extract her memories.

With this sinister technique, he’d controlled countless elites, enslaved noblewomen, and even dominated celebrities.

“You’re digging your own grave!”

Just as the black light was about to invade Zhao Xueqing’s consciousness, Jiang Tian let out a low growl.

A golden light—like a bolt of lightning—erupted from Jiang Tian’s forehead, striking the black light head-on!

Jiang Tian’s divine sense, forged from Divine Transformation Pills, was as fierce as thunder, indestructible. How could Ji Zhuofan’s pitiful mental power compare?

Like snow meeting a blazing inferno or butter meeting a razor’s edge, Ji Zhuofan’s spiritual attack was annihilated in an instant.

Crack!

A sound like electric sparks filled the air.

Ji Zhuofan’s head jerked as if struck by a sledgehammer. His body convulsed violently before he collapsed backward, blood streaming from all seven orifices.

His face turned deathly pale—like a ghoul crawling out of hell.