Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 126

“Oh god, what’s happening?!”

Ji Wangsun abruptly clamped his legs together, fists clenched, eyes wide, sweating profusely. He turned and sprinted toward the villa.

But he suddenly realized that the short distance of a few hundred meters seemed endless. He inwardly groaned, desperately trying to uphold the last shreds of dignity befitting an adult and a master sorcerer!

“I can’t hold it anymore…”

Tears welled in Ji Wangsun’s eyes, his voice taking on a pitiful, choked quality.

Suddenly, a dense patch of woods appeared right before him. Gritting his teeth, he muttered to himself, “Victory is in sight. You can hold on!”

After a frantic dash, he finally reached it, leaving the crowd behind.

It felt like the utter exhaustion of the final set during a workout. Right now, only one thought looped in Ji Wangsun’s mind: “Even if the Heavenly King himself showed up, I’m gonna take this dump!”

His sphincter muscles had finally exhausted their stored ATP. Nothing could stop the impulse of those rectal contents seeking fresh air. Finally, the dam broke. A torrential release.

“Thank goodness no one saw!”

He rushed into the dimly lit woods, pulled down his pants, and muttered in relief.

“Ah, relief…”

Ji Wangsun sighed contentedly. Reaching into his pocket, he found he had no paper. Well, he’d just have to use his hand.

But suddenly, the sounds around him, which had been faint like mosquitoes, began to grow louder, becoming a cacophony, a roaring din.

The scenery before his eyes also gradually sharpened. Like a stage curtain rising, the lights brightened.

“Has Ji Wangsun lost his mind? Why is he defecating in public?”

“Oh my god, he’s even wiping with his hand! That’s disgusting!”

The crowd gasped in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

“I thought he was an exalted, refined scholar… I never expected… How shameless!” Young women and married ladies turned their faces away in embarrassment, their eyes filled with disdain and revulsion.

“Shocking! Young Master Ji Wangsun of Yangcheng Publicly Explodes! Is This a Distortion of Humanity or a Collapse of Morality?!”

“Explosive! Young Master Ji Wangsun Publicly Loses Control, Causing Celebrity Guo Jizhang to Vomit Three Times!”

A place like this would never lack reporters. They had already switched on their cameras and video recorders, snapping away furiously, chattering non-stop with sensational headlines for their news reports.

Yes, from the crowd’s perspective, after stomping his foot inexplicably, Ji Wangsun began spinning in place like a headless fly, running around frantically, then pulled down his pants and relieved himself as if no one else was there.

“I actually did that… in public…”

In an instant, Ji Wangsun’s eyes bulged. His face cycled through red, white, green, and purple, like a monitor with a faulty graphics card.

He was utterly mortified. If there were a block of tofu in front of him right now, he would without hesitation dash his head against it!

If a crack opened in the ground, he would unceremoniously jump in, even if it led to the eighteen levels of hell!

He felt like crying but had no tears. A lifetime of reputation, destroyed in an instant.

By tomorrow, this would probably spread throughout Yangcheng, Lingnan, even all of China, maybe even across the oceans! And it would be with pictures, the truth, and video evidence to boot!

“Jiang Tian! What… what kind of magic did you use?!”

Zhao Xueqing’s pretty face was flushed red, too embarrassed to look at Ji Wangsun’s disgraceful state. She just kept pounding Jiang Tian’s chest with her small fists, scolding fondly, “You’re too mean! Too wicked! How can he possibly go on living after this?”

“Will he hang himself? Or just dash his head against something?” Zhao Qianru asked, full of sympathy.

“Funny?” Jiang Tian wrapped his arm around his beloved wife’s waist, chuckling.

“I’m dying laughing! It’s hilarious! So funny!” Zhao Xueqing was beside herself with laughter, but the next moment she put on a stern face. “It’s just a bit vulgar!”

“Your husband is a vulgar man to begin with! But under my wife’s refining influence, I’ll become an elegant man too!” Jiang Tian said with a laugh.

“What are you doing?! Still filming? You want to die?!”

A few third-rate young masters quickly reacted, snatching the reporters’ cameras, threatening everyone present to delete the photos and short videos.

Several other young masters used clothes and parasols to form a screen around Ji Wangsun, allowing him to change his clothes and avoid further exposure.

“Jiang Tian! You’ve gone too far! I will never let you get away with this!” Ji Wangsun, now somewhat composed, was trembling all over, his face twisted. He pointed at Jiang Tian and roared in fury.

He stared at Jiang Tian with hatred and venom, a few glistening tears sparkling in his eyes, looking exactly like a respectable young woman or a delicate beauty who had been violated by a ruffian—tragic and moving in its own way.

“Heh, you? You’re far from worthy. Go fetch your master!” Jiang Tian sneered coldly. “But with your pathetic skills, I don’t have high hopes for your master either!”

“You’re trash! Your master is trash too!”

Jiang Tian’s words stunned another segment of the crowd.

“Fine, fine! You just wait!” Ji Wangsun now realized he had fallen victim to Jiang Tian’s illusion magic. And Jiang Tian’s illusion was incredibly lifelike, vivid, with a logical progression, almost indistinguishable from reality—far beyond his own capabilities.

Besides, even if his sorcery were stronger than Jiang Tian’s, after such a humiliating display, his spirit was broken, his Dao heart in chaos and turmoil. How could he possibly fight Jiang Tian now?

Escorted by several young masters, he left the crowd in disgrace and fled into the villa.

Bai Choufei and Tie Minghuang also vaguely sensed that Jiang Tian must have some backing; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to trick Ji Wangsun like that. Though they hated Jiang Tian to the bone, they didn’t dare act rashly.

Bai Choufei, brimming with hatred, his narrow eyes icy cold, suddenly let out a cold laugh. He raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Tian. “Jiang Tian! You dare assault someone at the Feast of Bliss? Then you can take a trip to the station!” As he spoke, he took out his phone and made a call.

Hearing this, Tie Minghuang, clutching his swollen face, also sneered, “Jiang Tian, no matter how arrogant you are, how dare you openly defy the state’s coercive apparatus? You’re dead!”

The Feast of Bliss already had a significant police presence. Receiving the call, within three minutes, over a dozen officers arrived.

The leading officer, judging by his shoulder insignia, should be the Deputy Chief of the Yangcheng Police Department. Around forty, tall, with a square jaw, he looked imposing. He said sternly, “I am Deputy Chief Shen Gang of the Municipal Bureau. Mr. Jiang, you are suspected of intentional assault. Please come with us to assist in the investigation.”

“Heh, now this arrogant brat is done for!”
“Yeah, a nobody from a small family in Linzhou, daring to cause trouble at the Feast of Bliss!”

Seeing this, everyone looked at Jiang Tian with contempt, sneering and gloating.

The young masters Jiang Tian had offended all had powerful backgrounds and deep political connections. Together, they could stir up a storm and topple a municipal-level official. A mere Jiang Tian would be nothing to them.

“Kid, now you see our power?”
“Submit quietly. Dare to resist, and that’s resisting arrest—an even more serious charge!”

Tie Minghuang, Bai Choufei, and the other young masters were confident of victory, looking down on Jiang Tian with arrogance.

“Hmph, Jiang Tian, so what if you have influence in Jiangbei? Too bad this is Yangcheng!” Zhou Xianya looked at Jiang Tian with utter disdain, as if he were already dead.

“Daring to stand up to so many Yangcheng young masters takes guts, but alas, he fell just short of success!”
“He’s far from it. Since ancient times, the people don’t fight officials. Remember, Yangcheng is the political center of Lingnan. Which young master here doesn’t know a few municipal-level officials?”

Wei Jieqiong, Wei Jiehui, and the others felt like they’d been on a rollercoaster.
They had been shocked by Jiang Tian’s forcefulness earlier, but now they looked down on him again, convinced he was surely doomed.

“Yes, yes! Jiang Tian dared to act violently here in Jiangnan, so arrogant! Throw him in jail!” Wei Jieqiong even shouted coldly.

Jiang Tian had offended the Ji, Tie, Bai, Lü families, and others—major families, with the colossal Tang family standing behind them.
If the Wei family didn’t clarify their stance and draw a line now, they might be utterly crushed.

“Cousin! How can you do this?” Zhao Qianru couldn’t believe it, her pretty face angry.
Jiang Tian was family! Yet Wei Jieqiong was calling for his arrest, and other cousins were chiming in. This attitude made her heart turn cold.

“Jiang Tian, what do we do? Don’t fight them, okay?” Even Zhao Xueqing was a bit worried now, her pretty face slightly pale.

Jiang Tian had significant influence in Jiangbei.
But Yangcheng was the political center of Lingnan. Connections from Linzhou wouldn’t work here.

“Do not resist! Otherwise, we will open fire!” Several officers drew their pistols and handcuffs, advancing toward Jiang Tian and the others menacingly.

Just as everyone thought Jiang Tian had no recourse left.
Shen Mange stepped forward, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Tian. She smiled and said, “Deputy Chief Shen, are you going to arrest me?”

Shen Gang took one look at Shen Mange, and his eyes nearly popped out. He snapped his heels together and saluted, his face full of reverence, his voice trembling with excitement: “Young Miss! You… what are you doing here?”

Shen Gang was a collateral relative of the Shen family, distantly related to Shen Mange, almost beyond the fifth degree of kinship.
But just based on this tenuous blood connection to the Shen family, Shen Gang had rocketed from an insignificant neighborhood patrol officer to the position of Deputy Chief of the Municipal Bureau in just five years.

That was because the Shen family was a top political family in the capital. The family had produced three ministerial-level officials, even one vice-state-level leader. Few in all of China could overpower the Shen family.

Seeing Shen Mange now, Shen Gang felt like Granny Liu seeing a young noblewoman like Daiyu or Baochai—how could he not be shocked and respectful?!

Those unaware of the background were stunned, rooted to the spot.
Even Bai Choufei and Tie Minghuang looked astonished, unable to believe it.

This guy’s maid or female bodyguard… commanded such respect from Deputy Chief Shen?

“Heh, I’m just here for a stroll with my Master,” Shen Mange said. In an instant, she transformed from a meek侍女 (maid/servant) and enforcer into a lofty, peerless empress, smiling with reserved dignity.

“This… this Mr. Jiang is… is your… M-Master?” Shen Gang couldn’t believe it. He was so shocked and agitated his lips trembled, looking at Jiang Tian with awe and trepidation.