Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 119

“I understand…” Jiang Tian sighed with a bitter smile.

Ye Gufeng was undoubtedly worried about him getting into trouble. As for the power struggle between the forces of Jiangbei and Jiangnan, that was secondary.

“I don’t expect you young people to achieve great wealth or status. I just hope you can live in harmony and stay safe!”

Ye Gufeng’s eyes reddened, tears nearly spilling over:

“I’ve fought hard my whole life, even enduring the stigma of abandoning my wife, all so that you younger generations could live carefree lives—without scheming and fighting like I did, where even a peaceful night’s sleep was a luxury!”

“Mr. Ye, don’t worry. I won’t let you down, and I won’t make Sister Weiwei sad!”

“To put it bluntly, I’m absolutely confident of victory!”

Jiang Tian smiled faintly, exuding unwavering confidence. “In your eyes, the Wei family may seem like an unstoppable beast, but to me, they’re nothing more than ants. I could crush them with a flick of my finger!”

After Jiang Tian left, Ye Gufeng gazed at the night sky through the car window and sighed heavily. “I don’t know if this was the right decision. If anything happens to Jiang Tian, that daughter of mine will fight me to the death!”

…..

News of the “Feast of Extreme Bliss” spread like a hurricane across southeastern China, reaching most of southern China in just two days.

The Feast of Extreme Bliss wasn’t held every year, and its timing was irregular. Yet, all the powerful figures of Jiangnan, as well as many prominent families from other provinces, eagerly anticipated its arrival.

Only at the Feast of Extreme Bliss could one meet the godlike Wei Shuofeng, receive his blessings—magical artifacts, elixirs—or gain his guidance to avert disaster and invite good fortune.

For this year’s feast, countless families from within and outside the province had prepared lavish gifts—jewelry, jade, antiques, paintings, gold bars, checks—all in hopes of earning Wei Shuofeng’s favor.

The Wei family of Lingnan was fabulously wealthy, with assets worth tens of billions, a fact even ordinary people knew well.

But in high society, the Wei family carried an air of mystique. Rumors said Wei Shuofeng was a master of southern esoteric arts, capable of drawing talismans with a wave of his hand, forming arrays with a thought, turning straw into swords, and summoning soldiers from beans. Those who gained his guidance could avoid misfortune and thrive in all endeavors.

Yet, no one knew his true origins. Some said he had taught himself from ancient scrolls, others claimed he had studied under Maoshan Daoism, and still others insisted he had joined an ancient shamanic sect deep in the Miaojiang mountains, even serving as a transmission elder…

…..

That day, a Rolls-Royce Phantom and a Mercedes-Benz SUV sped down the highway from Linzhou to Yangcheng.

Blasting from the speakers was loud rock music. At the wheel was a stunning young woman in a tank top and skate shoes, her long legs gleaming as she swayed wildly to the beat.

In the backseat sat a young man in a white shirt and black trousers, engrossed in a medical book while holding the hand of a serene, ethereal-looking girl.

This was Jiang Tian’s group.

The driver was none other than his sister-in-law, Zhao Qianru.

Jiang Tian could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Zhao Qianru had graduated and joined Zhao Pharmaceuticals as the chairman’s assistant.

Upon hearing about the Feast of Extreme Bliss, she had insisted on tagging along to broaden her horizons.

To Jiang Tian’s surprise, the feast was well-known even among ordinary people.

As it turned out, the Feast of Extreme Bliss was divided into an “inner banquet” and an “outer banquet.”

The inner banquet was exclusive to the true elite—a mysterious gathering to pay homage to the Wei family and receive Wei Shuofeng’s blessings.

The outer banquet, however, was packaged as an international luxury lifestyle exhibition, featuring yachts, private jets, real estate, and high-end fashion brands, attended by celebrities, socialites, and the wealthy.

For someone like Zhao Qianru, who adored fashion, this was an irresistible attraction.

Jiang Tian had no choice but to agree.

The Mercedes-Benz SUV behind them carried Shen Mange and Ghostkick, his two loyal subordinates.

…..

Linzhou was about 200 kilometers from the provincial capital, Yangcheng. They stopped at a rest area midway for a break.

Jiang Tian stepped out to stretch his legs and lit a cigarette.

Zhao Xueqing and Shen Mange went to the restroom together, while Qianru stuck a couple of decals on the car.

“What’s this?” Jiang Tian asked.

“Brother-in-law, these are promotional stickers for the Feast of Extreme Bliss! They have anti-counterfeit marks—we need them to get the car into the inner venue!”

Zhao Qianru admired the stickers with satisfaction. “So fancy! I’m actually someone who can attend the Feast of Extreme Bliss now!”

“I only planned to attend the inner banquet, but with Qianru looking so excited, I guess we’ll have to hit the outer one too,” Jiang Tian muttered with a chuckle.

The Zhao sisters had completely different personalities. Xueqing was reserved and low-key, like still waters running deep.

But Qianru was lively and exuberant, perhaps inheriting her mother’s genes.

If he skipped the outer banquet, she’d probably throw a tantrum and cry until he gave in.

“Hubby, want a strawberry?”

Zhao Xueqing had bought two boxes at the rest stop and handed one to Jiang Tian.

“Whoa, so cold!”

Jiang Tian winced as he bit into it, then smirked at Xueqing’s rosy lips. “Wifey, I want one that’s not cold!”

“Ugh, you pervert! Don’t even think about it!”

Zhao Xueqing rolled her eyes, but her gaze was irresistibly alluring.

“Fine, I won’t eat then.” Jiang Tian shrugged, feigning disappointment.

Suddenly, Xueqing stood on her tiptoes and leaned in. Her lips parted slightly as she pushed a strawberry—still warm from her mouth—past Jiang Tian’s lips.

The lingering sweetness of her kiss made Jiang Tian grin. “Delicious! So sweet!”

“Ugh, so sweet it’s sickening!” Zhao Qianru clutched her chest in exaggerated envy.

“Ha, just watch!”

Jiang Tian, utterly satisfied, hugged his wife and planted a couple of kisses on her.

“Showing off your love like that, have you no regard for my feelings? I protest!”

Zhao Qianru wrapped her arms around Jiang Tian’s waist. “No fair! I want a hug too!”

“Alright, alright, let’s get in the car.” Jiang Tian ushered her inside.

“Sis, let’s all sleep together tonight!” Qianru teased.

“Then your brother-in-law’s fantasy of a threesome would come true!” Xueqing shot Jiang Tian a playful glance.

Jiang Tian nearly jumped. “No way! You’re not a kid anymore—why would we sleep together?”

As the three bantered, laughter erupted from a nearby Porsche Cayenne.

“Damn, this guy’s living the dream! Sisters? Even better than Wei Xiaobao!”

“Not just sisters—check out that other hottie! A foursome, huh?”

They’d also noticed the stunning Shen Mange and started heckling loudly.

“What did you just say?” Shen Mange’s face darkened, her eyes icy.

Though she was just a servant in Jiang Tian’s eyes, she was still the young mistress of the Shen family in Yanjing and the top disciple of the Shennong Sect. How could she tolerate such disrespect from a bunch of rich brats?

“Ooh, feisty! What’re you gonna do about it?” The muscular driver sneered.

Without hesitation, Shen Mange walked over and kicked the Cayenne’s tire.

BANG!

The car jolted violently as the tire exploded under her foot.

“Let’s go, Mange. Ignore them.” Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered with these people.

The Cayenne had military plates from Lingnan—these spoiled kids clearly had connections.

The more you engaged with such troublemakers, the more they thrived on it. Best to leave them be.

They got back in their cars and drove off.

“Damn, that girl’s got a killer kick! She wrecked our tire!”

The driver got out and shook his head, then started changing the flat.

“That pretty boy looks delicate—doubt he can handle those women at night!” The group burst into laughter.

But as they laughed, one girl—wearing Prada sunglasses—suddenly frowned. “Wait, why are Zhao Xueqing and Jiang Tian going to Yangcheng?”

“Who?” The others were confused.

The Cayenne carried five people: two men and three women. Besides the muscular driver, there was a handsome, tall young man with a stylish side-swept fringe, giving off major K-pop idol vibes.

Among the girls, the one in sunglasses was the most striking—tall, impeccably dressed, with captivating eyes and glossy lips.

Her long, slender legs alone could make any admirer drool.

This was Zhou Xianya.

The other two girls, though slightly less stunning, were still knockout beauties. Their designer clothes and jewelry marked them as daughters of wealthy families. They stared at Zhou Xianya in confusion.

The handsome guy suddenly stiffened. “Xianya, you don’t mean the daughter of the Zhao family in Linzhou, do you?”

“The Zhao family? Who’s that?”

The two girls were from Yangcheng and had been traveling, so they weren’t familiar with Linzhou’s affairs.

Zhou Xianya frowned. “It’s them. But they just crossed the Ji family—how dare they show their faces in Yangcheng?”

“Xianya, you used to live in Linzhou and know Zhao Xueqing well. You couldn’t have mistaken her.”

The handsome guy gritted his teeth. “But how can they go to Yangcheng? Aren’t they afraid of Young Master Tang and Young Master Ji? The Zhao family screwed Tang over once—he still considers it the biggest humiliation of his life!”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Who is this girl? How is she connected to the Ji and Tang families? And she crossed Tang?”

The two socialites were completely lost.

The handsome guy glanced at them, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Though they moved in the same circles, he was practically top-tier. Normally, he wouldn’t bother with these airheaded rich girls. If not for their friendship with Zhou Xianya, he wouldn’t have brought them along.

Still, he explained patiently, “You’ve heard about Young Master Tang’s engagement three years ago, right?”