Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 137

After witnessing the ugly faces of her maternal grandfather’s family in Guangzhou, Zhao Qianru felt a strong aversion towards them and stood firmly on her brother-in-law’s side.

“You’re here to apologize to Young Master Bai and the others, aren’t you? Weren’t you acting all high and mighty back then? Scared now?” Wei Yang sneered, shaking his head with a look of disdain.

“If you want to apologize to Young Master Bai and Young Master Tang, that’s fine!” Wei Jiehui walked over with a grim expression, his voice low but sharp. “But you need to read the room. Today, the Bai and Tang families, along with other major families in Guangzhou, are welcoming an esteemed guest. If you disturb them now, you’ll get your legs broken! I suggest you leave now.”

“Heh, do they even have the guts? They’d be scared out of their minds. Don’t worry, they’re probably here to kneel before me…” Jiang Tian took a sip of freshly squeezed juice, looking completely unbothered, and couldn’t be bothered to engage with him.

“Jiang Tian, have you lost your mind? How can you say such things? Shut up now!” Wei Jieqiong was both shocked and furious upon hearing this. She wished she could sew Jiang Tian’s mouth shut for spouting such nonsense and scolded him angrily, “If you’re here to apologize, then apologize. Why the tough talk? Do you have any idea you’ve already angered everyone? If these important people hear your reckless words, you won’t make it out alive!”

“Madman! Absolutely insane! You’re here to kneel and apologize, yet you still have the nerve to boast and talk big!” Wei Jiehui trembled with anger and shouted, “Get out now! Don’t provoke these important people and bring trouble to our Wei family!”

“What right do you have to tell me to leave?” Zhao Qianru retorted angrily. “Isn’t it hilarious? Didn’t you already publicly cut ties with us in the newspaper?”

“Hey, why are you dressed like caddies and waitstaff?” Jiang Tian suddenly widened his eyes, looking at them with amusement and curiosity. “I thought the Wei family was a wealthy and powerful clan?”

“None of your business!”

“We can wear whatever we want!”

“We’re here to experience life!” The Wei family members stiffened, feeling extremely awkward. They thought, How could we tell you we disguised ourselves as attendants and waitstaff to get in because we weren’t qualified to meet Master Jiang?

“Haha, experiencing life? Great, then fetch me a golf club! And make sure your service attitude is good!” Jiang Tian found it highly amusing and smirked mischievously.

“Jiang Tian, don’t you dare act so arrogantly! If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for turning against you!” Wei Jinghu, who had been watching with a grim expression, finally stepped forward and scolded him.

“Grandpa, why waste words on him? I’ll just beat him up and throw him out!” Wei Yang rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a golf club, and shouted arrogantly.

“Tang Zhenye, on behalf of Guangzhou’s elite, pays his respects to Master Jiang!” At that moment, Tang Zhenye led a group of family heads and tycoons from Guangzhou over. They bowed deeply, speaking in the most humble tones, like loyal dogs greeting their master.

In that instant, the world seemed to freeze. The bright sunlight, the wind brushing past them, and the flowing clouds in the sky—everything seemed to stand still.

“Master Jiang?” The Wei family stared in shock at these powerful figures, who wielded immense influence across Lingnan, now bowing humbly before Jiang Tian. They couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t he the good-for-nothing from the Jiang family? How had he become Master Jiang, whom even Guangzhou’s elite bowed to? What in the world was going on?

“What? He… he’s Master Jiang?” Wei Jieqiong’s face paled as if doused with ice water. She stood frozen, chilled to the bone.

Clang! The golf club in Wei Yang’s hand fell to the ground, his face as white as a sheet.

“He’s actually Master Jiang?” Wei Jiehui’s legs trembled uncontrollably, his eyes wide with terror, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.

“He’s Master Jiang?” Wei Jinghu felt his head spinning, his high blood pressure acting up. He could barely stand steady.

“Who told you to come? I said not to disturb me.” Jiang Tian frowned as he looked down at the Guangzhou elite, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. He then turned and glared at Hongye Zhenren.

Hongye Zhenren shuddered and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully with clasped hands. “Master Jiang, they insisted on coming. I tried to stop them, but I couldn’t!”

“At the outer banquet, my incompetent son offended you, Master Jiang. He, along with Bai Choufei and Tie Minghuang, is kneeling outside, hoping to apologize to you again!” Seeing Jiang Tian’s displeasure, Tang Zhenye and the others turned pale, sweating profusely, their legs trembling slightly. Their already deep bows became even deeper, and they forced flattering smiles as they spoke.

Hearing this, the Wei family was utterly stunned, horrified beyond belief. Bai Choufei, Tie Minghuang, and Tang Shaoze were among Guangzhou’s top young masters, yet they were now kneeling to apologize? It seemed he truly was the renowned Master Jiang from Jiangbei, who had dominated Guangzhou undefeated and even defeated the Wei family!

“Oh, in that case, let’s continue playing. They can keep kneeling.” Jiang Tian’s expression remained unchanged as he took Zhao Xueqing’s hand and walked toward the golf course.

At that moment, Wei Jinghu felt a mix of emotions, deep regret washing over him like a tidal wave. He was green with envy. How could he have never imagined that this seemingly worthless grandson-in-law was the famous Master Jiang? If he hadn’t failed to recognize his true worth and ruined their relationship, the Wei family could have soared to new heights with him as their backing!

“No, I can’t miss this opportunity!” Wei Jinghu cheered himself on silently. Having been in the system for many years, his face had long become as thick as a city wall corner, only growing thicker with age. How could he let a trivial sense of pride make him miss the chance to curry favor with Master Jiang?

After only a moment’s hesitation, he quickly caught up, bowing and scraping with a flattering smile. “Dear grandson-in-law, how about staying at our place tonight? It’s more convenient since we’re family.”

Seeing this, the Wei family watched Jiang Tian with worry and anticipation, anxious that he might refuse or even turn against them outright.

“Grandpa, didn’t you storm off and cut ties with us that day?” Before Jiang Tian could respond, Zhao Qianru retorted with a cold laugh. “What? Now that you know my brother-in-law is Master Jiang, you want to cozy up to him? Isn’t it a bit too late?”

“That day, we brought gifts to visit you, but did the Wei family give us any face then?” Zhao Xueqing also felt displeased, her face stern as she coldly added.

“I was confused that day. Master Jiang, no matter what, we’re still family. You must forgive us, please…” Wei Jinghu felt extremely awkward, forcing an apologetic smile.

“Forget it. Elder Wei means well.” Jiang Tian said indifferently, “I’m tied up with mundane affairs and probably won’t have time this trip. Maybe next time…”

People naturally seek advantage and avoid harm. Having experienced the ups and downs of extraterrestrial realms for millennia, Jiang Tian had long grown accustomed to cultivators bullying the weak and fearing the strong, flattering those in power—even Great Luo Golden Immortals were no exception. Let alone these shortsighted ordinary people?

Besides, he had to save face for Wei Fang, didn’t he?

Hearing this, Wei Jinghu felt as if he had heard celestial music, nearly floating with joy. The heavy weight in his heart suddenly lifted, and he bowed and scraped, saying, “Master Jiang, it’s wonderful that you’re willing to come! Wonderful! You set the time. Our door is always open to you. We’ll be waiting with open arms!”

…

Outside the Tingchao Golf Course, nearing noon, the sun was scorching. The temperature of over forty degrees Celsius made everyone sweat profus within minutes.

Lü Fan, who was always reluctant to kneel during ancestral worship back in his hometown, had been kneeling under the blazing sun for two full hours without daring to show the slightest complaint or resentment.

Moreover, he had no right to complain because Tang Shaoze, Bai Choufei, Tie Minghuang, and other top young masters—ten times more powerful than him—were also kneeling on the ground.

If this scene were made public, it would shock countless people, leaving them in disbelief.

The top young masters of Guangzhou, who usually stood as lofty as celestial nobility, were now forced to kneel in submission, paying homage.

Especially Tang Shaoze, whose legs were still in casts. He was kneeling with the support of two specially made crutches under his arms. The prolonged kneeling had caused his wounds to tear open again, the pain contorting his pale face into a grimace.

About a dozen other Guangzhou young masters who hadn’t directly clashed with Jiang Tian watched silently, filled with a sense of shared sorrow and sympathy.

They had once stepped forward to help Tang Shaoze up, but he sternly refused, as if getting up would harm him.

Among the crowd, Zhou Xianya was also present. She understood that seeing the act through to the end would yield rewards, which was why she had insisted on following everyone here.

But Zhou Xianya was particularly curious about how powerful the person who had beaten Bai Choufei until his legs were broken and forced him to kneel in apology could be.

After kneeling for another half hour, Tang Shaoze and Lü Fan swayed, on the verge of passing out. Finally, a fleet of luxury cars slowly drove out of the golf course, exuding an air of arrogance, especially the sleek, dazzling silver-gray Bentley that radiated wealth and prestige.

As they passed the kneeling young masters, the tinted window of the Bentley’s rear seat rolled down halfway. A fair, jade-like hand reached out and waved lightly, exuding intense disdain, as if telling them to get up.

The pitiful young masters of Guangzhou felt as if they had received a pardon. Gasping, they thanked him and collapsed by the roadside.

Among the crowd, trembling and bowing in apology, Zhou Xianya glanced up curiously at the car window. Her view was limited, and she only caught a glimpse, but her heart still contracted violently.

“Could it be him?” She saw a partial profile and an ordinary white T-shirt, and she was utterly horrified, her beautiful eyes widening almost to the point of popping out.

“Lü Fan, Zhou Xianya…” After resting for a while, Tang Shaoze finally managed to stand with the support of Tie Minghuang and Bai Choufei. Gnashing his teeth, he glared at them with a cold expression.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, filled with venomous hatred, enough to kill.

At this moment, he detested these two intensely.

If they hadn’t provided wrong information and stirred up trouble, how could he have been so foolish as to confront Jiang Tian?

How could he have ended up in such a miserable state—losing half his family’s assets, having both legs broken, and suffering utter humiliation?

After all, he had largely forgotten about the matter concerning Zhao Xueqing for a long time.

“Young Master Tang…” Lü Fan and Zhou Xianya felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads. Trembling with fear, their eyes filled with panic and dread.

“Get out of Lingnan! From now on, don’t let me see you again!” Tang Shaoze’s cheek muscles twitched violently, his eyes bloodshot like a wolf ready to devour its prey. He gritted his teeth and hissed lowly.

“Shaoze, are you just going to let them off that easily?” Bai Choufei was a ruthless man, determined to vent his anger. His face twisted with malice as he waved his hand lightly and said, “Men, cripple these two ignorant scumbags!”

“Yes!” Immediately, seven or eight bodyguards in black swarmed forward, kicking the two to the ground and beating them relentlessly with batons.

The dull thuds of batons striking flesh, the piercing screams, cries, and pitiful pleas echoed over the Haijiao Sands and Tingchao Mountain for a long time.