Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 131

“As you wish!”

With a cold snort, Jiang Tian shot forward like an arrow, landing on the surface of the sea.

Wei Shuofeng’s mastery of arcane arts had reached the pinnacle of the Profound Mystery level, just one step away from achieving a Dao Body. With such profound skill, he could kill a grandmaster without leaving a trace.

Having once dominated the cosmos and laid waste to countless planets, Jiang Tian understood the principle of leaving no loose ends when eliminating enemies and seizing treasures.

If the Jiangnan elites pledged their loyalty, those with decent potential could be spared. But Wei Shuofeng had to die.

“Jiang Taichu, you’re barely in your twenties, yet you’ve already reached the grandmaster level and achieved great mastery in arcane arts. Quite remarkable. You remind me of an old friend from years ago!”

Wei Shuofeng stood motionless atop the waves, his hair and beard flowing, sleeves billowing in the wind, almost like an immortal.

“Back then, he was just as dazzlingly talented as you are now. He single-handedly dominated all of China, forcing every powerful figure to submit. He might have even broken through to the Divine Realm someday and cultivated a Dao Body!”

“Given another ten years, with your overwhelming power and astonishing talent, you might have even matched him. A pity you’ve encountered me now!”

“Are you referring to Ye Zhan Tian?”

Jiang Tian sneered, his vital energy surging. Not a single drop of water stained his white robes. “I truly don’t understand why you all worship such an ordinary mortal as if he were a god. He’s nothing but an insignificant speck of dust. One day, I’ll cut him down like a stray dog!”

“How dare you, you arrogant brat!”

For the first time, anger flashed across Wei Shuofeng’s face. “Very well! Today, I’ll teach you that there’s always someone greater, and skies beyond skies!”

With a sweep of his hand, the energy of heaven and earth stirred restlessly. The towering waves beneath his feet suddenly surged over ten meters into the air, even forming a whirlpool ten meters in diameter. In the distance, several yachts rocked violently, nearly capsizing.

As the colossal wave rose, under the control of his mighty magic, it transformed into a ten-meter-long water dragon—vivid, crystalline, and lifelike. It threw its head back, swung its tail, and let out a roar that rumbled like rolling thunder, crashing toward Jiang Tian with overwhelming force.

“Incredible! With this kind of power, even Jiang Taichu might not withstand it, right?”

“Old Immortal Wei truly lives up to his name! Such formidable magic—it’s almost like he’s a real immortal!”

“With Old Immortal Wei guarding us, Jiangnan will surely remain peaceful!”

Inside the villa, everyone watched with eyes wide open, unable to believe what they were seeing. Then, filled with confidence and excitement, they celebrated as if Jiang Tian were already dead beyond doubt.

“I never expected you to be so versatile—not only can you manipulate earth energy, but you also command water-based power!”

Jiang Tian let out a soft sigh and swung his finger like a blade.

Whoosh!

A demon-flame energy blade, thin as a cicada’s wing yet incredibly concentrated and razor-sharp, stretched over ten meters long. It sliced through the air toward the water dragon.

The energy was so condensed it took on a cyan hue, rivaling the Cyan Lotus Blaze. At an almost imperceptible angle, it struck the water dragon’s neck with flawless precision.

Boom!

The water dragon exploded with a deafening roar that echoed for miles. Raindrops hung suspended in the air, furious waves surged, and pillars of water as thick as barrels shot toward the sky. A terrifying shockwave swept out in all directions like a tornado, causing many yachts to pitch and roll violently.

By now, most of the Cape Beach where the Feast of Extreme Pleasure was held had been destroyed by seawater and fierce winds.

Lights flickered on in the villas atop Tingchao Mountain as countless people were jolted awake.

“Is this the power of arcane arts and martial skills?”

The main hall of the Wei family villa was in disarray—all the windows shattered, shards of glass scattering everywhere.

Many spectators were cut by the flying debris, crouching on the ground trembling, crying out in shock and pain.

…

Downtown Yangcheng, atop the city’s tallest building, Golden Sea Tower.

Rain poured down in sheets, and a fierce wind howled.

A Xilong military helicopter, buffeted by the gale, had its rotor blades spinning gently. Raindrops the size of beans struck the aircraft, producing a sound like popping firecrackers.

Behind the railing, an elderly officer in military uniform—tall, with a resolute face—wore a military raincoat and gazed intently through high-powered binoculars toward Tingchao Mountain and the sea.

Behind him stood seven or eight impressive officers, all high-ranking officials from various military regions and branches of the Chinese armed forces. They stood as straight as schoolchildren, their expressions filled with reverence and solemnity.

Any military enthusiast familiar with China’s top brass would recognize the old man instantly and exclaim with deep respect.

Vice-Chairman of the Central Military Commission, Cao Shixiong!

Years ago, he had discovered Ye Zhan Tian and facilitated the establishment of the Huaxia Dragon Unit.

“Whoever comes to harm, it will be a tremendous loss for China’s cultivation world!”

Cao Shixiong set down his binoculars, a trace of regret flashing across his resolute face. “Ah, with Ye Zhan Tian in closed-door cultivation for ten years, the world of martial arts and cultivation is descending into chaos!”

“Grandpa, do you think Elder Tang’s mediation will work?” asked a tall woman in camouflage standing beside him, holding an umbrella over the old man, her brow furrowed with worry.

Suddenly, an explosion erupted from the sea. The woman in camouflage jolted in alarm. “Could they have started fighting already?”

“Jianjia, it seems so. Grandmasters are like dragons, and true practitioners are like gods. I’m afraid Tang Guozhu’s influence might not be enough,” Cao Shixiong sighed softly, raising his binoculars again with a deeply concerned expression.

…

“Hmm? Not bad!”

Seeing Jiang Tian slice through the water dragon, Wei Shuofeng, standing on the sea, staggered back a step, his expression turning grave as he uttered a word of praise.

The next moment, he formed a series of hand seals, fingers plucking the air as if playing a lute, then swept his arms out and shouted, “Then, young man, try the power of my Thousand Piles of Snow!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless sharp water swords materialized in the air, lining up in formation.

Three thousand one hundred swords in total, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a thousand piles of snow.

These water swords, crystalline and translucent like jade and emerald, appeared almost delicate, like exquisite works of art. Yet each was infused with immense magical power, capable of splitting metal and stone, shattering the void!

“These three thousand one hundred swords possess the power to challenge Ye Zhan Tian himself, to cut down grandmasters like stray dogs. Can you withstand them?”

Wei Shuofeng smiled proudly, then raised his sword-like eyebrows and flung both hands forward, roaring, “Swords, go!”

One after another, the water swords tore through the curtain of rain, trailing white streams of water like cruise missiles, shooting explosively toward Jiang Tian.

The water swords moved with agile trajectories—some circling beneath Jiang Tian’s feet, behind his back, above his head—attacking from all directions.

Moreover, their speed was blindingly fast, like lightning. The shrieking of the swords was ear-piercing, like the wails of countless ghosts, striking terror into the heart.

“How is this possible?”

But what made Wei Shuofeng’s heart race with fear was that Jiang Tian actually dismissed all his defenses, standing there fearlessly without dodging or evading.

Yet, when the three thousand one hundred swords entered within three meters of Jiang Tian, they all halted abruptly mid-air. Though they spun furiously, it was as if they had encountered an invisible barrier—unable to advance even a fraction further!

“What?!”

Wei Shuofeng’s eyes bulged in shock. He stumbled, nearly falling into the deep sea.

“I told you, not just you—even Ye Zhan Tian in front of me would be nothing but an ant, a stray dog!”

Jiang Tian sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

Wei Shuofeng could be considered the top master of arcane arts Jiang Tian had encountered since his rebirth—surpassing even Master Feng Shui Qi, Mao Shan’s Yang Guochang, and even Shennong’s Zuo Zimu.

However, the inheritance of China’s current arcane arts community couldn’t compare to true cultivation techniques from the immortal path. In this age of declined magic, legacies were severed, and methods were incomplete.

Wei Shuofeng’s three thousand one hundred swords might appear grand and imposing, but in striving for an all-out attack, he had inadvertently dispersed his magical power. They weren’t even as formidable as Hong Tianzhao’s Sen Luo Sword Technique. Why would Jiang Tian fear them?

The next moment, Jiang Tian stomped his right foot.

Thump!

The seawater hollow, forming a giant footprint ten meters in diameter. Around the footprint, the water shocking, shooting out like arrows, shattering the three thousand one hundred swords into scattered fragments.

Pfft!

Afflicted by the backlash of his own magic, Wei Shuofeng spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed, his gradually paling face contorted in pain and agony.

“Old Wei, you’re not up to it. Within three moves, I’ll have you dead!”

Jiang Tian’s expression was calm and relaxed, a faint smile on his lips. “First, hand over your precious Xuan Huang Hou Tu pottery jar! If it gets broken, I’d be quite upset!”

“Heh, Jiang Taichu, so you know I possess this treasure and specialize in earth-based magic!” Wei Shuofeng didn’t bother wiping the blood from his chin. A fierce killing intent gleamed in his eyes as he grinned viciously. “Then you shouldn’t have come! Since you’re here, I’ll let you experience the power of the Xuan Huang Hou Tu Jar!”

The next moment, he thrust his arms outward, his body shooting straight into the sky like a falcon, slicing through the rain curtain as he landed atop the peak of Tingchao Mountain.

“Excellent! I’ve been looking forward to this!” Jiang Tian laughed coldly, walking on water as he followed closely behind.

…

In many seaside hotels near Tingchao Mountain, numerous attendees of the outer banquet of the Feast of Extreme Pleasure had been awakened and came to the beach to watch.

“What just happened? I thought I heard an explosion?” Zhou Xianya had drunk quite a bit last night and still had a slight headache. She looked around, frowning. “What’s going on? And why are there so many police and soldiers guarding so strictly?”

She saw that the entire villa area and the vast surroundings of Tingchao Mountain were cordoned off by police lines.

Dozens of police officers and soldiers, braving the wind and rain, stood guard with firearms, preventing anyone from going up the mountain or down to the sea.

“Could it be a movie shoot? There seemed to be an explosion on the sea just now!” someone in the crowd suggested.

The Feast of Extreme Pleasure had many affiliate facilities—swimming pools, equestrian grounds, golf courses—as well as numerous luxury cars, helicopters, and yachts. Recently, some film directors had come to borrow the venue for shooting movies.

“Even for a movie shoot, three to five police officers would suffice. But this is special police and military personnel! The scale is too large!” remarked a famous director in the entertainment industry, frowning with experience.

“Who is that? He looks like Jiang Tian!” Suddenly, Zhou Xianya covered her mouth with a small gasp.

She saw a figure moving leisurely toward Tingchao Mountain. His steps seemed slow, but with each stride, he covered over ten meters.

“It must be a movie shoot!”

Seeing this, someone stated confidently, “There are hidden wires we can’t see!”

“Maybe it is a movie shoot. How could a normal person cover ten meters in one step…” Zhou Xianya smiled in relief, suppressing the wild thought in her heart.

She had never truly witnessed Jiang Tian’s power and had no real understanding of martial arts or arcane techniques. Her prejudice against Jiang Tian ran deep. Even now, in her eyes, Jiang Tian was nothing more than a fraud, a charlatan seeking fame.