Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 118

“Grandmaster Jiang!”

“Grandmaster Jiang is here!”

Everyone rose to their feet, bowing respectfully with clasped hands. Jiang Tian waved dismissively, signaling for the meeting to continue.

“Seems like everyone has received the invitation?” Ye Gufeng scanned the room.

“Yes,” the group nodded in unison.

“Can’t you all see? Wei Xiaofeng is setting a trap, waiting for us to walk right into it!” Ye Gufeng shook his head with a bitter smile.

“I don’t give a damn! The Wei family cost my Wolong Mountain Villa hundreds of millions—you think I’ll let them off?” Tang Wannian fumed.

“And how do you plan to fight them? The Weis are a renowned sorcery family—who among us is a match?” Ye Gufeng spread his hands helplessly.

“We have Grandmaster Jiang!”

Zhou Zhenghao cracked his knuckles eagerly. “If Grandmaster Jiang steps in, they’ll all be begging for mercy! Or do you doubt his abilities, Master Ye?”

“Xiao Zhou, don’t stir up trouble!”

Ye Gufeng slammed the table angrily. “I’m not saying Grandmaster Jiang isn’t capable. But Jiangbei has just stabilized—we haven’t even fully integrated yet. Rushing into this is unwise!”

Jiang Tian quickly grasped the situation.

It seemed the Linzhou faction was eager for battle, while Ye Gufeng, cautious and steady, preferred to avoid direct confrontation. The two sides were at odds.

At this point, Zheng Guangsha, the eldest among them, stepped in as peacemaker. “Enough arguing. Let’s hear Grandmaster Jiang’s thoughts.”

All eyes turned to Jiang Tian, awaiting his decision.

Jiang Tian took a sip of tea and said calmly, “If they want war, then war it shall be. How can we tolerate an enemy sleeping beside us? If the Weis intend to kill, avoiding the Feast of Eternal Bliss won’t save us.”

“Exactly! Let’s fight! With Grandmaster Jiang here, what’s there to fear?” Zhou Zhenghao rolled up his sleeves, practically bouncing with excitement.

Long Wu, Third Master Tang, and Zheng Guangsha all nodded in agreement.

Liu Zikun, as hot-blooded as Zhou Zhenghao, leaned toward the solemn-faced Ye Gufeng and whispered, “Master Ye, Grandmaster Jiang makes a good point.”

“Have you forgotten? Five years ago, Wei sent his disciple to curse you. We lost three top geomancers just to break that hex!”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten!”

Ye Gufeng was no less eager to destroy the Weis, but he wasn’t convinced of their chances.

With a worried expression, he said, “From what I see, the Feast of Eternal Bliss won’t just involve the Weis. The Bai, Tang, Mo, and Tie families from Jiangnan will be there—maybe even experts from other provinces, or from Yanjing and Zhonghai!”

“Don’t worry, Master Ye.”

Jiang Tian took a leisurely sip of tea, utterly composed. “This time, I’ll personally lead the team to the Feast. Since we’re already at war with the Weis, a fight is inevitable. Anyone who stands in our way will die.”

“Master Ye, Grandmaster Jiang walked out of the Shennong Sect unscathed. What’s there to fear from the Weis?” Elder Qiu chimed in.

Hearing this, Ye Gufeng finally relaxed slightly. After a long silence, he suddenly smacked the table and roared:

“Fine! Then we’ll gather at the Feast of Eternal Bliss. Let’s see what tricks the Weis have up their sleeves!”

Jiang Tian then spoke again. “When the time comes, you won’t need to publicly back me. I alone can take on all the great families of Jiangnan.”

“Only Gui Jiaoti and Shen Mange will accompany me and Xueqing.”

His tone was calm but unshakable, leaving no room for debate.

The room collectively drew a sharp breath.

This was the overwhelming confidence of Grandmaster Jiang—one man standing firm against all the powerhouses of seven Jiangnan cities.

Then, as one, the group bowed deeply, fists clasped. “We wish Grandmaster Jiang a triumphant victory and glorious return!”

“Since the Weis may strike, we won’t go unprepared.”

Jiang Tian nodded slightly and produced several dozen bracelets. “These are Eight Blessings Bracelets. One for each member of the Jiangbei Chamber.”

“Hey, isn’t this the same kind of bracelet Madam Zhao was looking for?”

Tang Wannian’s eyes gleamed like a starving cat spotting food. He eagerly slipped one onto his wrist.

The moment it touched his skin, he gasped. “Huh? That’s weird—my headache feels much better!”

After the recent disasters at Wolong Mountain Villa, Tang Wannian had developed depression.

The man couldn’t sleep, his head constantly throbbing as if pierced by needles, and his hair had been falling out.

Doctors called it neuralgic pain, and no medicine had helped—yet now, it was gone.

“Wait—my old injury doesn’t hurt anymore either!”

Zhou Zhenghao touched a scar on his chest, stunned. “How is this possible?”

A decade ago, when he was still a street thug, an enemy had stabbed him there. The wound had ached intermittently ever since—but now, the pain had vanished.

“Grandmaster Jiang, are these… magical artifacts?” Zheng Guangsha examined the bracelet in awe.

His old rheumatic legs, damaged from years of working in icy construction pits, suddenly felt completely normal.

“Grandmaster Jiang, what exactly is this? Since putting it on, my mind feels clearer, and my body’s full of energy!” Ye Gufeng’s eyes shone with amazement.

“They are indeed artifacts.”

Jiang Tian sipped his tea serenely. “Each jade bead is carved with a miniature spirit-gathering array, channeling ambient spiritual energy into your bodies. Long-term wear will strengthen your health, cure ailments, and even extend your lifespans.”

“What? That’s incredible!” The crowd erupted in shock, staring at Jiang Tian with fervent admiration.

“Thank you, Grandmaster Jiang, for this priceless gift!” Zheng Guangsha bowed deeply, overcome with gratitude.

At his age, he understood the value of life—and this bracelet was something money couldn’t buy.

His earlier support for Jiang Tian had now been repaid a hundredfold.

“Ancient sorcerers always sought sacred lands to inhabit, where spiritual energy nurtured them, granting longevity—even ascension to immortality.”

Feng Shui Master Qi, also receiving a bracelet, marveled, “Grandmaster Jiang’s bracelets are like carrying a miniature sacred land with us!”

“Correct.” Jiang Tian nodded.

The crowd’s eyes burned with even greater fervor. They joked, “With Grandmaster Jiang’s gift, we’re living like ancient immortals! No amount of money could buy this!”

Jiang Tian continued, “Additionally, each jade bead is inscribed with a protective charm, capable of blocking one bullet. Eight beads mean eight blocks.”

“My God, is that really possible? No one would believe it!” Tang Wannian hopped excitedly, half in disbelief.

“Third Brother, don’t believe me? Then let’s test it.” Jiang Tian suddenly smirked.

The entire group immediately retreated three steps, abandoning Tang Wannian without hesitation.

“I believe you! I totally believe you! Grandmaster Jiang, no need for a test!”

Tang Wannian broke out in a cold sweat, cursing his own big mouth.

“Shoot him.” Jiang Tian grinned at Zhou Zhenghao.

“Third Master, don’t blame me—Grandmaster Jiang’s orders!”

Zhou Zhenghao let out a wild laugh, drew a pistol, and fired at Tang Wannian’s chest in one fluid motion.

BANG!

The gunshot made Tang Wannian jump. “Sweet mother of—!”

But when he opened his eyes, he was unharmed—only one jade bead on his bracelet had shattered.

“Unbelievable! This is true magic!” Long Wu picked up the deformed bullet from the floor, slapping his thigh in excitement.

“Treasure! Absolute treasure! Better than any bodyguard!” The crowd buzzed with awe.

“With these Eight Blessings Bracelets, what can Wei Shuofeng possibly do to us?” Even Ye Gufeng now brimmed with confidence.

“Grandmaster Jiang, I lost a bead! You’ve got to give me another—I was your test subject, after all! Throw in an extra one!”

Tang Wannian tugged at Jiang Tian’s sleeve like a child begging for candy, making the whole room burst into laughter.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhenghao asked a crucial question: “Grandmaster Jiang, can you make more of these bracelets?”

“Ordinary jade is enough. These few dozen took me only half a day.”

Jiang Tian waved a hand dismissively. “In short, you can have as many as you want.”

Zhou Zhenghao’s eyes gleamed shrewdly. “Grandmaster Jiang, if we sold these, how much should one cost?”

“One million.” Jiang Tian’s tone was matter-of-fact.

The room fell silent in shock.

If Jiang Tian could make thirty or forty a day, that meant thirty to forty million daily—over ten billion a year!

And this was almost pure profit, given the modest cost of the jade.

“A million per bracelet? That’s insane—who’d buy it?” Zhou Zhenghao gaped.

“Hmph, don’t say a million—some would pay ten. For people like us, what’s more important: money or our lives?” Ye Gufeng scoffed.

As the most prominent figure present, he also had the most enemies and understood the value of such artifacts.

In today’s China, where the strong ruled, wealth alone was meaningless if you were just prey for martial artists, assassins, or kidnappers.

With an Eight Blessings Bracelet, you gained extra lives—plus better health. Anyone with assets in the tens of millions would gladly pay.

Jiang Tian nodded slightly.

“This is huge! Forget other businesses—let’s just sell these!” Tang Wannian’s eyes lit up with greed, slapping his thigh excitedly.

“Not for sale yet. Only those who join my circle, who I consider friends, may wear them.”

Jiang Tian smiled faintly.

…..

After the meeting, Ye Gufeng pulled Jiang Tian into his car.

His expression grave, he handed Jiang Tian a cigarette, lit it for him, then lit his own.

After a long silence, Ye Gufeng exhaled smoke and spoke slowly:

“Jiang Tian, in front of the others, you’re Grandmaster Jiang, and I’m your subordinate. But in my heart, you’re Ziwei’s little brother—and the man she loves. Do you understand how I feel?”