Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 122

Wei Yang smirked mockingly. “Just one ticket? Are you planning to go alone and leave Jiang Tian behind?”

“This is a family pass—it allows up to twenty people!” Zhao Qianru retorted with a cold snort.

“Fake. It has to be fake!”

“How could the Blissful Banquet, an elite event like this, possibly invite you?”

“Besides, family passes are only given to major families. In Linzhou, only a powerhouse like the Tang family would qualify!”

The crowd erupted in jeers, their faces filled with disdain, refusing to believe it.

Wei Jieqiong sneered. “Xueqing, Jiang Tian, what’s the point of pretending to be something you’re not? Sooner or later, the truth will come out. Fine, fine—we’ll see if you show up at the banquet tonight!”

Suddenly, Wei Jiehui’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and stiffened in shock, raising a hand to silence everyone. “It’s Young Master Tang Shaozhe!”

“Tang Shaozhe!” The room fell deathly silent, not a single whisper daring to escape.

Wei Jiehui stood up to answer the call, his voice dripping with sycophantic charm. “Young Master Tang, what are your instructions?” Even through the phone, his fawning demeanor was unmistakable—he had already mastered the art of political flattery.

After a few words, he shot a puzzled look at Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing. “Yes, they’re here. Understood. I’ll bring them with me.”

Hanging up, Wei Jiehui eyed Jiang Tian suspiciously. “Jiang Tian, Xueqing, Tang Shaozhe has invited you both to dinner and to attend the outer banquet of the Blissful Feast.”

The crowd turned as one, staring at Jiang Tian in disbelief.

Could he really have an invitation? And how had this madman caught Tang Shaozhe’s attention?

“Gladly,” Jiang Tian accepted with a smile.

If he was going to confront the Wei family, he’d need to bring these so-called young masters under his wing. Observing them now wouldn’t hurt.

Wei Jieqiong paused, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Jiang Tian, Xueqing, you actually dare to go? Aren’t you afraid Tang Shaozhe will break your legs?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s going on!”

Wei Yang’s eyes lit up with realization, and he smirked at Jiang Tian. “Jiang Tian, Xueqing, maybe you shouldn’t go. If Tang Shaozhe decides to humiliate you, we won’t be able to stop him.”

Never one to hold back, he blurted out, “Do you even know? Tang Shaozhe was once engaged to Xueqing! The Zhao family even took an order from him, but in the end, Xueqing chose you. Think about how Young Master Tang will treat you now!”

“There’s actually such a backstory?”

“Elder Sister Xueqing, what were you thinking back then? Even Tang Shaozhe wasn’t good enough for you?”

“Wasn’t the invitation actually given to Xueqing by Young Master Tang?”

“Jiang Tian, do you still dare to go now?”

The crowd erupted in whispers, their expressions shifting as they sneered at Jiang Tian. Go ahead and keep boasting!

You claim to have shaken three cities in Jiangbei, forced Ye Gufeng to bow before you, and been treated as an honored guest by the Tang family? Bullshit!

If you really had that kind of power, maybe you could stand up to Tang Shaozhe. But if it’s all lies, he’ll crush you like an ant!

“Then I definitely have to go. I want Tang Shaozhe to know that Xueqing made the right choice.”

Jiang Tian’s expression remained unshaken. He gently squeezed Zhao Xueqing’s hand and smiled warmly.

“Damn, are you really asking for a beating?”

Wei Yang stared at Jiang Tian as if he were an idiot, his eyebrows nearly leaping off his forehead in disdain. “If Tang Shaozhe doesn’t break your legs tonight, I’ll call you ‘brother-in-law’ from now on!”

These people think some spoiled young master is impressive. They have no idea what a cultivator is truly capable of.

Jiang Tian merely chuckled, not bothering to argue. These distant relatives weren’t worth his time.

In his past life, not a single member of the Wei family had ever truly helped him or Zhao Xueqing.

If not for Zhao Qianru’s sake, he wouldn’t have come at all—he’d have left long ago.

After sitting for a while longer, Jiang Tian and the two sisters excused themselves.

Zhao Qianru didn’t even bother saying goodbye to her grandfather, leaving the wristwatch behind. The Wei family’s attitude toward Jiang Tian had left a bad taste in her mouth.

…..

In the car:

“Jiang Tian, are we really going tonight? What if something happens…” Zhao Xueqing hesitated, her voice uneasy. “Back then, Zhao Pharmaceuticals did accept an order from the Tang family. We’re in the wrong here…”

“Xue’er, don’t worry about that. The Zhao family accepting their order was doing them a favor.”

Jiang Tian smiled faintly.

In his past life, he had waged wars across dimensions, seizing countless planets and continents. A mere few million in orders meant nothing.

Gently, he reassured her, “You know what I’m capable of. With me here, you can walk through Yangcheng without fear.”

“Alright, I’ll trust you.” Zhao Xueqing relaxed slightly, returning his smile.

Zhao Qianru, however, pumped her fist excitedly, her cheeks flushed. “Brother-in-law, you looked so cool when you beat people up! Are you going to fight someone tonight?”

“This is a high-class social event. I’d never be so crude. I hate violence.”

“Civilization—we must be civilized! I’m a gentleman!”

Jiang Tian shook his head solemnly, looking every bit the sage.

“You can keep pretending in front of my sister!”

Zhao Qianru rolled her eyes. You call beating up Zhou Zhenghao’s men not violent?

Jiang Tian smirked mischievously. “Wei Shuofeng calls himself the ‘Grandmaster of Sorcery,’ with all the Jiangnan elites bowing to him. Tonight, I’ll show them what real sorcery looks like!”

….

That evening:

Wei Jiehui, Wei Jieqiong, and Wei Yang arrived at the hotel in a Mercedes to pick them up.

Jiang Tian, Zhao Xueqing, and Zhao Qianru descended, boarding a Rolls-Royce Phantom. The two cars soon departed for the Blissful Banquet. Shen Mange and Ghost Kick followed discreetly in another vehicle.

Yangcheng, Cape Beach:

When they arrived, the scene took their breath away.

A three-kilometer stretch of beach was enclosed by metal barriers, ablaze with dazzling lights and teeming with elites. Security was tight, with police patrolling the perimeter.

Above, hot air balloons floated in the sky, their illuminated banners spelling out:

“The Blissful Banquet.”

The parking lot was packed with hundreds of luxury cars—BMWs and Mercedes were the entry-level vehicles. Supercars like Maseratis, Lamborghinis, and McLarens dominated, with Bugatti Veyrons and Aston Martins making frequent appearances.

Near the shore, nearly a thousand berths were filled with luxury yachts, stretching as far as the eye could see. Brands like America’s Brunswick, France’s Beneteau, and Italy’s Ferretti were everywhere, each yacht worth tens of millions.

Beyond the beach lay the gently rolling hills of the famed Tide-listening Mountain.

Atop the mountain stood a grand, exclusive villa-style hotel. Its owner was a mystery to most, but Jiang Tian already knew—it belonged to the Wei family of sorcerers.

A red carpet stretched from the parking lot for over a kilometer, flanked by flower arrangements and rows of cameras. Major media outlets from across China were present, their flashes lighting up the night.

The next day would feature yacht races and an auction, with 1% of proceeds donated to charity.

As they walked the red carpet, the group was overwhelmed. Tycoons, magnates, and A-list celebrities mingled with political elites.

Nearby, stunning women in bikinis or evening gowns—tall and aloof or petite and delicate—stood out, each more beautiful than Wei Jieqiong or Wei Ruyun.

“Are those the famous ‘models’ and socialites?” Wei Yang gulped, his eyes alight with excitement.

Wei Jieqiong shot him a glare. “If you can get them into the banquet, do whatever you want. But be discreet.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t mess around!” Wei Yang quickly shook his head, feigning indifference.

Meeting Tang Shaozhe and other young masters tonight, he couldn’t afford to make a bad impression.

Wei Jiehui nodded approvingly, then glanced at Jiang Tian. To his surprise, Jiang Tian looked completely unfazed, as if such opulence were mundane.

Strange.

But it didn’t matter. A washed-up loser like Jiang Tian could never compare to Tang Shaozhe.

At the entrance, they passed through security. Zhao Xueqing, arm in arm with Jiang Tian, strode confidently into the venue.

…..

The area was already packed with tycoons and high-ranking officials, the air buzzing with excitement. Every guest had a net worth of at least a billion.

“The Mo family has arrived! Family Head Mo Haoxiong!”

A sudden cry rose from the crowd.

An imposing elder in his seventies strode forward, flanked by a dozen disciples. His aura alone commanded respect, his sharp eyes gleaming with authority.

Even the wealthiest tycoons bowed their heads in reverence.

A mid-stage Transformation Realm master—the only martial arts grandmaster in Lingnan, a guardian deity on par with Hubei’s Hong Tianzhao. Even Li Zhenwei and Tang Guozhu had once sought his guidance.

“Years ago, Lingnan Military District’s Tiger Special Forces wanted Mo Haoxiong as their instructor. But Mo Lao preferred a reclusive life and declined. That’s how Tang Guozhu from Linzhou got the position!”

“If he had led the Tigers, they’d be even stronger today!”

“Even so, the military holds Mo Lao in the highest regard. Commanders treat him with utmost respect!”

As Mo Haoxiong passed, the crowd buzzed with admiration.

“The Bai family is here! Young Master Bai—Bai Choufei!”

“His date tonight is actually Guo Jizhang, the Oscar-winning superstar! Young Master Bai’s luck with women is unreal!”

Another wave of gasps swept through the crowd.

Bai Choufei, in his mid-thirties, was Lingnan’s most eligible bachelor. Tall, handsome, and exuding charm, he greeted guests with effortless grace.