Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 166

Tang Linglong’s sudden outburst caught Tie Mingfei off guard, leaving him flustered. He forced an awkward smile. “Linglong, don’t be angry. I just wanted to spar a little with Master Jiang, that’s all!”

As Tang Linglong tried to pull Jiang Tian away, it was actually Jiang Tian who came to Tie Mingfei’s rescue. “Linglong, let it go. Mingfei didn’t mean any harm. Don’t make a big deal out of nothing. Be good and sit down for the meal,” he said with a light laugh.

“Hmph, only because my master says so…” Tang Linglong, who always deferred to Jiang Tian, reluctantly sat back down.

“Waiter!” Tie Mingfei quickly seized the opportunity to move on, sitting down and calling for the food and drinks.

However, the meal quickly became an uncomfortable affair for Tie Mingfei. Tang Lingling chatted and laughed animatedly with Jiang Tian, serving him food and pouring his drinks with the attentive deference of a court attendant to an emperor.

Towards Tie Mingfei, however, she was cold and dismissive, barely acknowledging his presence.

This only deepened his suspicion that Jiang Tian was her secret lover, with the ‘master and disciple’ label being nothing more than a convenient cover.

“So, Mingfei, I hear you’re also in the military?” Jiang Tian, noticing Tie Mingfei’s mix of embarrassment and irritation, deliberately engaged him in conversation.

“Yes, I’m from the Tie family in Yangcheng. We’re a prominent clan there, with many members serving in the military or in defense industries,” Tie Mingfei stated with pride. “Tie Minghuang, one of the ‘Four Young Masters of Yangcheng,’ is my cousin. I’m currently serving in the ‘Mighty Tigers’ unit. This time, I even have the honor of being a reserve candidate for the ‘War Dragons’ special training!”

“Oh, I see…” Jiang Tian responded with a faint, noncommittal smile.

Seeing Jiang Tian’s calm, almost indifferent reaction, a far cry from the awe and respect Tie Mingfei had expected, he inwardly cursed him for putting on airs. He then added boastfully, “We’ve even managed to invite a Grandmaster of martial arts to assist us!”

He followed this with a seemingly self-deprecating chuckle, muttering under his breath, “Heh, why am I even telling you this? You’re just a common martial artist with a few flashy tricks. What would you know about a revered figure like Master Jiang?”

“Pfft!”

Suddenly, Tang Linglong burst out laughing.

Tie Mingfei felt her gaze was looking at him as if he were a complete fool. “What are you laughing at?” he asked, puzzled.

Annoyed by his repeated disrespect towards Jiang Tian, Tang Linglong pointed at Jiang Tian and said, “Didn’t your grandfather or your cousin tell you? My master is Master Jiang!”

Her face was full of disdain. “You’re truly blind, failing to recognize the real person right in front of you!”

Tie Mingfei took a good look at Jiang Tian and then slapped his thigh, laughing heartily. “Linglong, you’re really good at glorifying your master. The legends say Master Jiang is a sixty-year-old man! This ‘master’ of yours is how old? He probably doesn’t even have his full facial hair yet!”

It wasn’t entirely his fault. Tie Mingfei had been on a military mission during the ‘Extreme Pleasure Banquet’ and missed it. Later, he heard many rumors about Master Jiang. However, those like Tie Minghuang who had actually met Jiang Tian spoke of him with such reverence, often referring to him as ‘the venerable one.’ Through repeated, distorted retellings, the uninformed in the Yangcheng social circles had come to believe Master Jiang was a sixty-year-old with a white beard, an immortal-like aura, and the complexion of a youthful elder—they spoke of it as if it were fact.

“Hah, you’re so ignorant. Apologize to my master right now, or I won’t let this slide…” Tang Linglong’s contempt for Tie Mingfei grew, her face a mask of scorn.

“Alright, Linglong, let’s drop this subject. Let’s eat,” Jiang Tian said, seeing Tie Mingfei’s face redden with anger and embarrassment, and quickly steered the conversation back to the meal.

The entire dinner left Tie Mingfei seething with wild imaginations and burning jealousy, his resentment towards Jiang Tian growing by the minute.

Finally, the meal ended. Tie Mingfei, putting on a show of enthusiasm, extended an invitation. “Linglong, there’s a performance at the Yangcheng Opera House tonight. I have two tickets. How about we go together?”

“I’m not going. I’m staying with my master!” Tang Linglong didn’t even glance his way. With that, she grabbed Jiang Tian’s arm and headed upstairs, leaving Tie Mingfei standing alone and utterly deflated.

Tie Mingfei sat frozen for a long time, his brow furrowed, his expression darkening. He became more and more convinced that the relationship between Jiang Tian and Tang Linglong was anything but simple.

He immediately went to the front desk, showed his identification, and managed to get their room numbers and even pulled up the security footage.

“What? They both went into the same room?!”

A feeling of intense betrayal washed over Tie Mingfei. His vision tinged red with rage. He demanded a master key from the staff and stormed towards the elevators.

…

“Master, that Tie Mingfei is so full of himself. He’s far too frivolous and has been disrespectful to you repeatedly. I can’t stand him!” Once inside her room, Tang Linglong immediately scowled, her voice cold.

“You have to look at it from a developmental perspective. He’s only in his early twenties. It’s common to be impulsive and arrogant at that age. He’ll likely improve with life experience,” Jiang Tian replied, though he felt somewhat helpless.

Truth be told, Tang Linglong had already embarked on the path of cultivation with him, a path that could lead to immortality and godhood. How could an ordinary mortal ever be worthy of his beloved disciple?

The problem was, Tang Linglong was still young and hadn’t fully detached from secular life. And from a worldly standpoint, considering family background, connections, and ability, Tie Mingfei was, by all accounts, a suitable match for her.

“Regardless, I absolutely refuse to be with him!” Tang Linglong shook Jiang Tian’s arm, pouting and pleading. “Master, you have to be on my side. My grandfather and my father both listen to you!”

“That depends on whether Old Mr. Tang and your father have foresight. But this is your family matter; it’s not appropriate for me to interfere,” Jiang Tian said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Seeing Jiang Tian’s firm stance, Tang Linglong knew it was futile. She abruptly changed the subject. “Master, recently I’ve been feeling some blockage in my energy flow. I can’t execute the Thirteen Forms of Taixuan Sword instantly or retract them smoothly. There’s also a faint pain in my chest. What’s going on?”

“Let me check…”

Jiang Tian scanned her with his spiritual sense and then placed his fingers on her wrist to check her pulse. His brow immediately furrowed.

“It’s because of the switch in cultivation techniques. You were originally practicing the ‘Haoran Body Forging Art,’ and recently you’ve been practicing the Thirteen Forms of Taixuan Sword too intensely. You’re forcing your true energy, causing a blockage around the ‘Central Court’ acupoint and a few others in your chest,” Jiang Tian explained calmly.

“Master, is this serious? I’ve heard that chaotic or blocked energy can even lead to Qi Deviation!” The color drained from Tang Linglong’s face upon hearing this.

“Don’t worry. If a minor issue like this could stump me, would I even be worthy of being your master?” Jiang Tian’s expression remained composed and assured. “Go take a shower. Then, wear either a bathrobe or loose sleepwear—something that exposes your back. I’ll help you regulate your meridians and clear the energy blockage.”

When regulating meridians, it’s sometimes necessary to expel toxins or excess energy, so loose, breathable clothing is best.

“Okay, I’ll go right now!” Tang Linglong obediently hurried into the bathroom. The sound of running water soon followed. A short while later, she emerged.

The young woman was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing her smooth, jade-like shoulders and skin as pale and creamy as milk. The top of the towel hinted at the gentle curve of her chest. Being a frequent practitioner of martial arts and a former soldier, though young, her figure was more athletic and fuller than Qing’er’s—slender where she should be, yet firm and toned in her shoulders and arms.

Steamed by the hot water, her makeup-free face looked even more dewy and radiant, seemingly flawless.

“Master, is this okay?” Tang Linglong did a little twirl in front of Jiang Tian. The hem of the towel lifted, revealing a glimpse of her shapely, creamy thighs.

Jiang Tian’s heart remained as calm as still water in the face of this alluring sight.

But for Tang Linglong, this was the first time she had exposed herself so suggestively in front of her master. She was overwhelmed with shyness, her face blushing deeply, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a mixture of embarrassment and soft emotion.

“Hmm, it’s fine. Sit on the bed in a lotus position. I’ll help you regulate your meridians.” Jiang Tian smiled faintly and climbed onto the bed first, settling into position.

Tang Linglong did as instructed, sitting in front of him. She felt a pair of warm, large hands press against her back, causing her heart to flutter and her cheeks to burn an even deeper shade of red.

Then, a surge of warm, vital energy flowed into her body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and ease. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. “Oh, that feels so good, Master. More, please…”

“…”

Jiang Tian felt a headache coming on.
The girl’s intense, natural fragrance, combined with that soft moan, was truly testing his composure.

But Jiang Tian quickly reined in his wandering thoughts, focusing entirely on channeling a steady stream of his true energy into her. His fingers danced and pressed on the acupoints along her back, chest, and even her legs.

As he transferred his true energy, Jiang Tian’s own consumption was significant. Beads of hot sweat formed, soaking through his dress shirt, making it cling to him unpleasantly.

Annoyed by the constricting feeling, Jiang Tian unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.

“Ah! So good! Master, I… I can’t take it!”

Suddenly, Tang Linglong’s blocked meridians were fully cleared. An overwhelming wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over her like a storm.
The surging true energy coursed wildly through her body. She felt an immense, boundless strength and her body convulsed violently.

BANG!

With a loud crack, the bed frame and legs gave way, and the two of them tumbled into a heap of bedding and broken wood.

Instinctively, Jiang Tian pulled Tang Linglong into his embrace. She felt soft and warm in his arms, creating an undeniably intimate moment.

Tang Linglong also held onto Jiang Tian tightly, savoring the refreshing, pleasant sensation, her mind drifting in a blissful haze.

But Jiang Tian quickly came to his senses. He pushed away the dazed, half-lidded Tang Linglong and feigned anger. “Your meridians are clear, that’s all there is to it! Did you have to bounce around like that? You broke the bed!”

“Sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to!” Tang Linglong replied in a small, meek voice.

She had cherished that brief moment of closeness, reluctant to let it end, and now found the whole situation strangely amusing, fighting back a laugh.

“Get up, now!” Jiang Tian was exasperated. He pushed her away. “What do you think the hotel staff will think when they come to change the room or the bed and see this?”

Seeing that Jiang Tian was pushing her away, Tang Linglong didn’t dare cling further, lest she displease him. Her face flushed a deep crimson as she protested coyly, “Master, it’s not like we did anything wrong. What are you afraid of?”

Just as she was about to get up, the door was suddenly kicked open with a crash, and Tie Mingfei burst into the room like a bolt of lightning.

For a moment, both Jiang Tian and Tang Linglong were frozen in shock.

Tie Mingfei had already heard some suspicious noises from outside. Now, seeing Tang Linglong wrapped only in a bath towel, highly exposed, her face flushed, breathing heavily, and glistening with sweat, while Jiang Tian was shirtless with what looked like a lipstick mark on his face—a wave of pure rage shot straight to his head.

“You bastard!” he roared, pointing a trembling finger at Jiang Tian. “How dare you lay a hand on my woman!”