Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 125

“He’s truly insane! How dare he boast like that in a place like this?!”

Seeing Shen Mange’s formidable presence, the Wei family members initially thought Jiang Tian might have some skills. But upon hearing his words, they immediately concluded that he had no sense of his own limitations.

“In the entire Jiangnan region, only one person is worth your effort? Are you referring to Li Zhenwei from Foshan?” a wealthy businessman asked curiously.

“What kind of nobody is he? He’s not even fit to be my disciple!” Jiang Tian chuckled coldly and shook his head lightly.

“Then is it the martial arts master, Elder Mo Haoxiong?” Bai Choufei’s eyes turned cold as he suddenly spoke.

He himself had reached the Iron Body level of cultivation and had once studied under Elder Mo. He knew just how fearsome the old man’s strength was.

“Him? Still not enough!” Jiang Tian shook his head again.

“Then who are you referring to? Chen Xunlei, master of the Huizhou Eight Triggers Swimming Dragon Palm, or Li Jiuyang, master of the Tianhe Tai Chi Fist…” The crowd pressed on, puzzled.

“Morons!”

Jiang Tian sneered. “Even Mo Haoxiong isn’t qualified. These trash haven’t even stepped into the Transcendent Realm. How could they be worthy of challenging me?”

“I’m talking about Wei Shuofeng of the Wei family. In all of Jiangnan, perhaps only he can last three minutes against me!”

“Who is Wei Shuofeng?” Upon hearing this, some of the less informed minor wealthy individuals and minor celebrities were confused.

“Elder Wei, the living immortal, can only last three minutes against you?!”

“This is too arrogant! He’s utterly insane!”

Those who were in the know, however, were so shocked their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Their faces flushed red as they stared at Jiang Tian as if he were a fool.

Tie Minghuang roared furiously, “You insolent brat! Do you have any idea who Elder Mo is? A mid-stage Transcendent Realm expert who commands respect throughout Lingnan. He’s practically a guardian deity!”

“And Elder Wei is like a celestial being—a once-in-a-century Mysterious Divination Master who might even step into the Dao Body realm and become a true immortal! How dare you look down on them?!”

Jiang Tian’s face was full of disdain as he shook his head in disappointment. “That Mo fellow is only at the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm? And here I thought he was an older, established master who’d reached the peak! Has he been wasting all these years?”

“Elder Wei, a living immortal? You people are truly ignorant and love to flatter him. What kind of crap immortal is he? Do you even know what a real immortal looks like? In my eyes, he’s nothing but a mad dog! Give him a couple of whacks, and he’ll behave!”

“How dare he insult Mo Haoxiong like that! Is he insane?!” The crowd was stunned, their faces filled with horror.

Wei Shuofeng was low-key and mysterious, unknown to most wealthy businessmen. But who hadn’t heard of Mo Haoxiong?

“Seeing he had a decent follower, I thought he might have some skill. Who knew he was just an arrogant madman?!” Bai Choufei sneered, his expression shifting from anger to contempt. He couldn’t even be bothered with Jiang Tian anymore.

Tie Minghuang, with his fiery temper, stepped forward and pointed at Jiang Tian, yelling, “So what if you’re crazy? Who here isn’t? How dare you disrespect Elder Wei and Master Mo! How dare you insult the heroes of Jiangnan! I will wipe you out!”

“Wipe me out? You’ve got quite the mouth on you!”

Jiang Tian took a comfortable sip of champagne, smacking his lips leisurely, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“With just your pathetic little Tie family? Trash like you dare to boast like that? Threatening me? You’ve got some nerve! Very well—Mange, slap him!”

“Yes, sir!”

Without another word, Shen Mange’s pretty face turned cold. She stepped forward in a flash and delivered a resounding slap that sent Tie Minghuang’s nose bleeding and three of his molars flying.

Tie Minghuang was a top-tier young master in Lingnan, far more powerful than Lü Fan. Yet his fate was no different—he was still sent tumbling to the ground by Shen Mange’s slap.

The entire venue fell into stunned silence. Everyone was too shocked by Jiang Tian to even react.

Yangcheng was a forefront city of reform and opening-up, a place of wealth that produced many arrogant young masters. But none of them had ever seen or heard of anyone as audacious as Jiang Tian!

Dismissing the renowned Tie family? Slapping Tie Minghuang? Either he was an top-tier young master with powerful backing, or he was an insane lunatic!

“How dare you! How dare you cause trouble at the Feast of Bliss?!” Bai Choufei was so angry he was practically fuming, his brows furrowed tightly as he shouted, “Guards, seize him!”

Over a dozen black-clad bodyguards began closing in on Shen Mange. Their waists bulged, clearly concealing weapons. Among them were even experts at the peak of the Iron Body level.

With so many of them attacking together, even if Shen Mange was at the Internal Force level, she’d have to think twice.

“Hmph! Does Linzhou only produce such arrogant, ignorant fools?” Just then, a cold, sinister voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look and saw a handsome young man walking out of Villa No. 12 by the tidal waters, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Ji Wangsun!”

“Wei Shuofeng’s most favored disciple! Ji Zhuofan’s younger brother!”

The crowd’s eyes burned with fervent admiration. Countless people gasped in surprise.

Ji Wangsun wore a moon-white traditional long gown, a pair of black-framed glasses, and soft-soled cloth shoes. This somewhat old-fashioned style somehow looked dashing on him, like a noble young master stepping out of a water town from the Republican era.

“Even Elder Wei’s disciple has been stirred! Things are getting lively!” a wealthy businessman sighed, shaking his head.

“I heard Ji Wangsun is already a skilled sorcerer who’s entered the Dao, especially proficient in illusions and soul hypnotism. Elder Wei holds him in high regard!” informed socialites looked at Jiang Tian as if he were already dead, shaking their heads disdainfully with gleeful schadenfreude.

As Ji Wangsun approached, the crowd parted like the tide, instinctively making way for him.

“Young Master Ji is here!”

Even Tie Minghuang and Bai Choufei’s expressions changed dramatically. They bowed and cupped their hands in respect, their attitudes exceedingly humble.

The Ji family’s wealth, influence, and background originally couldn’t compare to the four great families. But the Ji family had Ji Zhuofan and his brother, both exceptionally talented, who’d managed to study under Wei Shuofeng—something the others couldn’t match.

Especially Ji Wangsun, who had already passed the Sensing stage and successfully entered the Dao. He could perform spells to help people change their fate, avoid misfortune, and attract blessings. He was a honored guest of many powerful officials and nobles and might even inherit Wei Shuofeng’ legacy.

Wherever Ji Wangsun went, his elegance made him stand out like a crane among chickens.

Ji Wangsun walked with his hands behind his back, as leisurely as if strolling through a garden.

With his immortal-like grace and ethereal demeanor, even without any expensive accessories, he commanded respect and deference from the wealthy businessmen. Socialites and noblewomen were all captivated, their eyes filled with admiration.

“Arrogant, ignorant madman! Do you think you can act recklessly just because you have backing from Jiangbei?” His eyes shone like flickering stars, with a sharp light that seemed to pierce through the void as he gazed at Jiang Tian, speaking slowly:

“This grand feast is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, gathering talented heroes. Whatever minor skills you have are but fleeting fireflies—not even worth mentioning!”

“Hidden dragons and crouching tigers? Talented heroes gathering? You really know how to flatter yourselves!” Even under the pressure of Ji Wangsun’s Dao energy, Jiang Tian remained calm and composed. The corners of his lips curled into a disdainful arc as he said lightly, “I wonder if I should say something?”

“What?” Ji Wangsun instinctively asked.

“Everyone here is trash!”

Jiang Tian’s expression was perfectly calm as he sipped his champagne comfortably, his eyes filled with utter contempt.

“What?!”

“How arrogant!”

Jiang Tian’s words were too venomous, insulting all the major forces of Jiangnan. The crowd was so angry they nearly fainted.

Ignoring everyone’s furious glares, Jiang Tian shook his head and said, “What dragons and tigers? You’re nothing but dead cats and rotten dogs—not even fit to be my mounts. Talented? In my eyes, you’re just fools. Even a once-in-a-century genius would have to retract their claws and submit before me, Jiang Tian.”

“Just what gives him the right to be so arrogant?” a wealthy businessman muttered dumbfoundedly.

“I think he’s just a kept man relying on Zhao Xueqing. Relying on a woman’s protection—what kind of skill is that?” a socialite commented sourly.

“But doesn’t he know the Zhao family is nothing compared to these major families?” someone else asked, puzzled.

“A madman!” Another person shook their head contemptuously. “He’s actually insane! Don’t you know he drank too much before and damaged his brain?”

“So what if I rely on my wife? Got a problem with that? Bite me!” Hearing this, Jiang Tian found it amusing. Thinking to satisfy his wife’s vanity, he hugged Zhao Xueqing’s arm and hid behind her, “whining” playfully, “Honey, look, you have to protect me! They’re so mean—they’re bullying me!”

“Oh, you! You’ve offended so many people as soon as you arrived, and now you have the mood to joke around!” Zhao Xueqing was both amused and exasperated by Jiang Tian. She pinched his ear and scolded fondly, “Hurry up and clean up this mess!”

“Since you’re already so insane and not in your right mind, you shouldn’t embarrass yourself further. Spend the rest of your life as a vegetable, lying老老实实at home!” Continuously humiliated by Jiang Tian, Ji Wangsun’s eyes flashed with cold fury. He stomped his right foot, and with a dull thud, the ground shook violently. Yellow earth energy surged up, gathering at his fingertips.

Ji Wangsun formed a hand seal with his right hand and chanted incantations:

“Primordial Yang descends from the heavens, Form takes root from the earth. The sage fathers heaven and mothers earth, This is the marvelous creation of life! Great rivers and seas gather thick energy, Tiny streams and droplets无关wind!”

Though his eyes were contemptuous, his face was flushed red. Yet, he showed no mercy, especially since his brother Ji Zhuofan’s soul had been shattered by Jiang Tian.

From his deduction, according to Daoist principles, Jiang Tian might have suffered a major illness—this was his tribulation. Instead, he encountered a fortuitous turnaround and should have already reached the Sensing or even Dao Entry stage.

“Earth Emperor Liuren Art, Sever the Soul!” With a silent shout, Ji Wangsun pointed toward Jiang Tian’s mind.

Instantly, the surging earth energy, under his control, transformed into a mental attack, striking directly into the depths of Jiang Tian’s consciousness.

“Such garbage sorcery, and you have the nerve to show off?” At this moment, everyone sensed something unusual and looked on in terror. But Jiang Tian remained completely at ease, continuing to sip his champagne leisurely. He smiled and said, “Qing’er, Qianru, let me show you a little adults-only trick!”

Just as that mental attack was about to strike Jiang Tian’s mind, his sword-like eyebrows rose. With a rumble, a surge of powerful divine sense transformed into a sharp sword that instantly pierced into Ji Wangsun’s consciousness.

Ji Wangsun felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the “Sever the Soul” technique immediately dissipated into nothingness.

What panicked him even more was that suddenly, his stomach gurgled, and an overwhelming urge to relieve himself assaulted him—the kind that was absolutely impossible to hold back.