Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 136

“What’s the big deal? Hey, hey, hey, you’re a grown woman, can’t you be a bit more composed?” Jiang Tian was speechless, though he didn’t really mind his sister-in-law’s admiration.

In his past life, when he swept across the cosmos, he had slain countless figures like Immortal Emperors and Demon Monarchs, once ruling over territories spanning billions of light-years.

Now, defeating a mere Wei Shuofeng to dominate Lingnan was nothing. If he could break through to the mid or late stages of Qi Refinement, he could even slay a true Dao Body master, sweeping across China unchallenged.

“Brother-in-law, give me that yacht!” Zhao Qianru said with a bright smile.

Before Jiang Tian could respond, the vice president quickly interjected, “That’s simple, Second Miss Zhao! Please, pick any one you like! It’s yours!”

“Really? That’s amazing! I want that sports car over there too!” Zhao Qianru immediately dashed off to the display area to pick out yachts and sports cars.

But Zhao Xueqing was trembling inwardly, her expression grave. Her full chest heaved violently, and she remained silent for a long time.

Although she had never witnessed Wei Shuofeng’s terror firsthand, she had long heard about the formidable influence of families like the Tangs, Ties, and Bais.

Wei Shuofeng was revered as their leader, so his capabilities were undoubtedly immense. At the very least, he was far more powerful than Yang Guochang from Maoshan.

Recalling the rumors about rolling thunder on Tide Listening Mountain a few nights ago, like a colossal explosion, and the towering waves in the shallow waters near Cape Beach, as if a hurricane had struck, she could guess—it must have been Jiang Tian battling Wei Shuofeng.

Who knew how much effort Jiang Tian had expended or what risks he had taken to defeat Wei Shuofeng?

Battles between mystical arts practitioners were even more perilous than those between martial artists. If Jiang Tian had made even the slightest misstep, he could have ended up dead.

“Jiang Tian, why did you fight Wei Shuofeng?”

Suddenly, Zhao Xueqing demanded, her voice choked with tears, “Was it to compete for power? Because Tang Shaoze asked him to attack you? Or was it like you said—to make a name for yourself for my sake?”

Seeing Zhao Xueqing so emotional, Jiang Tian was stunned. His heart raced, and he rubbed his nose, asking, “A bit of everything, really. But why are you so angry?”

“Jiang Tian, do you know what?” Zhao Xueqing’s beautiful eyes welled with tears as she said furiously, “I don’t need you to have vast wealth or great power!”

“If Tang Shaoze insists on the payment, just return it to him! We’re not short on money right now!”

“I don’t need you to make a name for yourself for me. Being with you, I don’t care about glory—I just want us to be safe, loving, and peaceful!”

“But you’re always fighting and killing. Have you ever considered how I feel?” With that, she turned and walked away.

Knowing Zhao Xueqing was worried about him, Jiang Tian felt deeply moved but also bitter, unsure how to explain.

Having returned from ten thousand years of cultivation, he understood the horrors of human nature and the brutality of competition. Cultivators had boundless desires but limited resources. To grow stronger, conflict was inevitable.

But Zhao Xueqing was just an ordinary woman with relatively simple experiences. How could she grasp all this in such a short time?

He quickly caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind and whispering, “Xueqing, I was wrong. From now on, I’ll discuss everything with you before I act!”

“Hmph, you’re the renowned Master Jiang now, famous throughout the land. What do you need to discuss with a mere mortal like me?”

“Go ahead and let thousands admire and worship you. What does my worry matter?” Zhao Xueqing shook him off, her pretty face cold as she walked toward the beach.

“Xueqing, I apologize… Please forgive me just this once.” Jiang Tian sighed helplessly, his face full of worry.

The vice president watching nearby was utterly dumbfounded.

This Master Jiang, with all his power, didn’t get angry even when his wife treated him like this? Instead, he tried so hard to please her—he was practically a henpecked husband!

“Sis, brother-in-law is fine now, isn’t he? He’s completely unharmed. Don’t be angry anymore!” Zhao Qianru noticed their argument and hurried over, grabbing her sister’s arm to console her.

“Get away from me! If you hadn’t insisted on coming to the Blissful Banquet, none of this would have happened!” Zhao Xueqing shook her off, tears streaming down her face. “You’re having fun now, with people giving you yachts and sports cars! But have you ever thought about the risks your brother-in-law took?”

“Is she on fire or something?” Zhao Qianru retreated, unsure how to calm her sister down.

Seeing Jiang Tian also looked upset, she quickly added, “Brother-in-law, don’t be angry. Sis is just really worried about you…”

“Yeah, I understand…” Jiang Tian’s mood was complicated, and he fell silent for a long time.

Zhao Xueqing sat alone by the sea, hugging her knees and resting her head on them, gazing sadly at the undulating waves, lost in thought.

Jiang Tian stood silently not far behind her, waiting with a cigarette in his mouth, not allowing Zhao Qianru or Shen Mange to disturb her.

After a long while, Zhao Xueqing gradually calmed down. She turned around and waved to Jiang Tian, calling out, “Come here!” Her face still showed no trace of a smile.

Jiang Tian quickly stubbed out his cigarette and hurried over, bowing and scraping with an ingratiating smile. “Yes, my dear wife? What are your orders?”

“Are you not angry with me for treating you like that just now?” Zhao Xueqing gently touched Jiang Tian’s cheek, her gaze soft as she looked at him.

“Not angry, not angry at all! It was my fault. We agreed I’d tell you before getting into any fights. Are you thirsty? Have a sip…” Relieved that she was willing to talk, Jiang Tian hurriedly offered her a cup of freshly squeezed juice with a fawning expression.

The vice president nearby felt utterly out of place again. “I thought I had it bad at home, but Master Jiang has it even worse! I guess men are the same everywhere!”

A moment later, he slapped his thigh and muttered, “This isn’t about having no status—it’s about loving his wife! It seems I still have a lot to learn in the art of pampering one’s wife!”

Zhao Xueqing rested her head on Jiang Tian’s shoulder, gazing wistfully at the rising and falling seawater, a trace of sadness on her pretty face. “It’s my fault… I haven’t been able to keep up with you…”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Tian was puzzled.

“It’s like an ant watching two lions fight—it would feel the earth shake and the sky fall!”

“I’m that ant, and you and Wei Shuofeng are the lions, the mighty dragons!” Zhao Xueqing’s eyes were filled with sorrow and loss as she murmured, “I’m useless. I can’t even play the white ape bone zither you gave me…”

“Xueqing, don’t say that…” Jiang Tian was slightly taken aback, surprised by how much her perspective had shifted after some reflection.

“Jiang Tian, if it’s possible, make me as strong as you are! I want to stand by your side and face the world with you!” Zhao Xueqing turned to look at him, her clear, beautiful eyes serious as she said softly, “If you are a great tree, with your bronze branches and iron trunk, then I want to be a kapok tree, with my own crimson flowers like heroic torches.”

She took Jiang Tian’s large hand, tracing circles on his palm with her slender fingers, and said tenderly but firmly, “Together, we’ll share the cold tides, storms, and thunder, and we’ll also share the rainbows, sunlight, and dew!”

“We’ll never part, bound in life and death. I love your majestic form, and I also love the position you hold and the land beneath your feet!”

After pouring out her pent-up emotions, Zhao Xueqing gazed deeply into Jiang Tian’s eyes and asked, “Do you understand how I feel?”

“I do! Xueqing, don’t worry. I’ll stand with you, and together we’ll admire the world’s breathtaking beauty!” Hearing her words, a glint of determination flashed in Jiang Tian’s eyes.

Truth be told, Jiang Tian had been hesitant about whether to bring Xueqing onto the path of cultivation.

An ordinary mortal’s life was too short—even with longevity, one could only live a little over a hundred years. He loved Zhao Xueqing too much and felt he owed her too much. He wanted to be with her forever, and a single lifetime wasn’t enough.

But if he were to guide this girl onto the path of cultivation, even journeying through the cosmos, it would inevitably involve battles and strife, with endless hardships ahead. Jiang Tian didn’t want to put her in danger.

However, hearing Xueqing’s tender confession now, Jiang Tian had no more doubts.

Since she was willing, then… let’s cultivate together!

“Thank you, husband. You’ve opened the door to a new world for me. It was my fault for not keeping up with your progress and for blaming you…” Full of tenderness and remorse, Zhao Xueqing hugged Jiang Tian tightly, resting her forehead against the crook of his neck, deeply moved.

Once Zhao Xueqing had calmed down, she became cheerful and chatty with Jiang Tian again. Zhao Qianru bounded over and said with a smile, “Sis, let’s go play golf! I’ve always wanted to learn!”

“Alright, alright. Let you, you wild child, experience this so-called aristocratic sport and pretend to be a refined lady for once!” Zhao Xueqing’s beautiful eyes curved into pleasant crescents as she gladly agreed.

Soon, the vice president led Jiang Tian’s group to the golf course.

“Vice President Fan, you don’t need to accompany us anymore. We’re just here for a casual game,” Zhao Xueqing said softly. She had a serene disposition and disliked being fawned over so obsequiously.

“Of course! Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, I hope you enjoy yourselves!” The vice president bowed respectfully and then withdrew politely.

……

In Yangcheng’s August, the sun was scorching, its fierce rays shooting down mercilessly like arrows. The weather was unbearably humid and hot.

Wei Jieqiong and the others, baking under the intense sun, felt as if they were in a steamer. They were already drenched in sweat.

Wei Jinghu, elderly and frail, grew terribly pale, his lips chapped. He was on the verge of heatstroke.

But they all gritted their teeth and persevered, patiently waiting for the arrival of the legendary Master Jiang.

Just as everyone was beginning to feel physically drained, they suddenly saw Jiang Tian and his group approaching, laughing and chatting.

“Jiang Tian, what are you doing here?” Wei Jieqiong was startled and quickly stepped forward, her voice low but filled with anger. “How did you get in? This isn’t a place for you!”

“Why can’t we be here?” Before Jiang Tian or his wife could respond, Zhao Qianru retorted sharply, raising her eyebrows. “More importantly, how did you all sneak in when this place was clearly cleared out?”