Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 176

Upon hearing this, a dark flash of killing intent flickered in Ye Feng’s eyes.

He was an ace assassin from a renowned international killer organization.

However, a year ago, on his master’s orders, he had descended the mountain to take on the responsibility of protecting Miss Chu Mengyao.

Initially, he had been somewhat resistant. After all, his fearsome reputation as the “God of the Underworld” shook the underground world, and his commission fees were high. Being a bodyguard for Chu Mengyao only paid a mere two hundred thousand a year.

But over the past year, living in the same blue villa with Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er, sharing their days and nights, solving countless crises for them, the three had forged a deep bond, even bordering on something more.

In Ye Feng’s eyes, the sisterly pair, Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er, and even their good friend Lin Monong, were destined to be his women. How could he allow scum like this to harbor thoughts about them?

An ultimate assassin, receiving a mission from his sect, returns to the urban world, descends the mountain to protect a young heiress, and incidentally gets a mandate to woo women—isn’t that how it’s always written in those web novels?

“His terrible raspy voice wasn’t even half as good as you’re making it out to be!”

Chu Mengyao shot her a sidelong glance, feigning annoyance.

“Half as good as Wu Bai, that makes him two-fifty! He’s a total two-fifty!” Tang Bao’er shrugged, her face full of mocking laughter.

“Bao’er, you’re so witty!”

Ye Feng handed her the juice, smiling faintly. “Young Miss, Bao’er, I’ll take you in.”

As he spoke, he grabbed both girls’ delicate hands, taking the opportunity to cop a feel.

“My, the young miss’s hands are so slender, soft and boneless! Hmm, Bao’er’s hands aren’t bad either, especially small and plump. If they could… ‘help’ me once, it’d be amazing!”

Ye Feng thought gleefully to himself, striding towards the entrance with swaggering confidence.

Nowadays, bodyguards, poisoned by all sorts of strange influences, have declining professional ethics and all want to chase after the young miss.

Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er’s pretty faces flushed, but they didn’t pull their hands away.

For days, they had been carrying on this ambiguous relationship, enjoying the forbidden thrill.

Ye Feng swaggered forward quickly. As he overtook Jiang Tian and the others, he didn’t forget to shoot Jiang Tian a disdainful glance, his heart filled with ridicule:

“Hah, I heard he’s the worthless scion of the Jinling Jiang family. So ignorant. Thinks he can just barge into forbidden territory relying on his family’s protection. Does he even know this place is full of martial arts masters who chew people up and spit out no bones?”

“Ye Feng, is it really okay to just barge in like this?” Chu Mengyao still looked a bit worried.

“Big Brother Ye Feng will definitely manage!”

Tang Bao’er clutched her ample bosom, looking at Jiang Tian with adoration as if he were omnipotent.

The last time, several armed bodyguards had suddenly stormed the blue villa, trying to kidnap her and Sister Mengyao. She had nearly died of fright.

But Ye Feng had only used a few chopsticks to kill them all, rescuing the two sisters from peril.

Since then, Tang Bao’er had secretly given him her heart, even thinking of marrying him together with Sister Mengyao.

Biting the straw of his juice, Ye Feng strutted arrogantly up to the guard and said coolly, “Move aside.”

“Sorry, please present your invitation. How many times do we have to repeat the rules?” The guard frowned, suppressing his impatience.

“I said, move aside.”

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Ye Feng’s mouth as he spoke slowly.

“Wow, Big Brother Ye Feng is so cool!” Tang Bao’er gazed at Ye Feng with admiration, stars practically twinkling in her eyes.

She knew that when Ye Feng smiled like that, he was usually about to deliver a thunderous blow and unleash bloody tactics.

In fact, this was Ye Feng’s usual modus operandi.

He knew that smiling before hitting someone, slowing down his movements and speech, gave off a pretentiously awesome vibe.

“Ah, a mere little guard. How could he possibly know how terrifying Big Brother Ye Feng is? He’s at the mid-stage of the Iron Body realm!”

Chu Mengyao also shook her head and sighed, thinking this guard would probably regret his actions today for the rest of his life.

“Ah, better not spill the juice. I still want to drink it later!”

Ye Feng carefully placed his juice cup on the ground. The next moment, he threw a punch straight at the guard.

“Hah, courting death. What would they know about the prowess of my Big Brother Ye Feng?”

Tang Bao’er was the type who loved to stir up trouble. She immediately bit her straw, laughing mockingly.

“Ugh, Ye Feng, do you have to be so violent?”

Chu Mengyao also scolded in a coquettish voice, but in truth, she had no intention of stopping him at all.

Only, the smile on Tang Bao’er’s face hadn’t fully bloomed before it froze completely.

They didn’t even see clearly how the guard moved. All they heard was a dull thud, and Ye Feng flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

Thump!

He flew over five meters before crashing to the ground like a dead dog, shaking the earth and raising a cloud of dust. His face contorted in agony, and he spewed out all the juice he’d just drunk.

“Big Brother Ye Feng!”

“Big Brother Ye Feng was a master, wasn’t he? How could he get beaten so badly in one hit?”

Chu Mengyao and Tang Bao’er had anticipated the beginning, but they could never have predicted this outcome.

They stood stunned for a full three seconds before rushing to Ye Feng’s side to help him up.

Ye Feng vomited uncontrollably, his face terrifyingly pale. He was so depressed he felt like crying—this plot wasn’t following the script at all!

He’d wanted to show off, but who knew the other party was so strong, turning him into the fool instead.

“This… this guard is way too powerful, isn’t he?”

Lin Monong stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it. She didn’t go to help Ye Feng up, though.

Ye Feng was always slick-tongued and often peeked at them while they showered. She didn’t like him.

“Daring to force your way into Poyang Water Manor? You must be tired of living! I think I should kill you, make you understand what rules are!”

The guard’s face darkened, his gaze icy as he advanced toward Ye Feng.

He was utterly fed up. Today, who knew how many of these clueless fools insisted on crashing the gathering.

Seemed like he had to cripple one or two to make these people understand the dignity of a martial arts family.

The crowd quickly made way, their eyes filled with fear.

“Jiang Tian, you… can you help him? I live with Mengyao and Bao’er. He’s our bodyguard!”

To be honest, Lin Monong didn’t believe Jiang Tian could save Ye Feng either. But right now, she was at her wit’s end. Jiang Tian was the only lifeline she had nearby. She couldn’t just stand by and watch him get beaten to death.

“Oh, is that so…”

Jiang Tian was indifferent. He waved at the guard and said, “Guard, this is my friend. Sorry for the disturbance. Could you possibly make an exception?”

“You are…”

Seeing his polite demeanor, so unlike Ye Feng’s suicidal idiocy, the guard felt a flicker of goodwill and asked with a furrowed brow.

Ghost Foot Ti stepped forward, leaned close to the guard’s ear, and whispered a few words.

The guard suddenly jolted, his expression drastically changing. Then he took two steps forward, bowed respectfully with clasped fists, and said, “This humble one did not know Master Jiang had arrived. I apologize for the delayed welcome!”

“Master Jiang, please!”

Without even checking the invitation, he bowed and made a gesture of invitation, leading the way ahead.

“Too kind.”

Jiang Tian nodded calmly, then stepped toward the entrance.

“And… he’s in just like that?”

Seeing this, Lin Monong was utterly stunned, her pretty face full of disbelief.

She knew Jiang Tian’s background intimately: a discarded son of the Jiang family, a useless good-for-nothing playboy, and the Jiang family wasn’t doing well nowadays.

But just moments ago, so many young masters of wealthy families and tycoons had been rudely blocked by the guards. Yet now, this guard treated Jiang Tian with such respect.

“Teacher Lin, come on!”

Tang Linglong tugged her, and only then did she snap out of it, following closely behind Jiang Tian.

“Isn’t this guy just a playboy? How does he command such respect?”

Chu Mengyao and Ye Feng were also shocked, their eyes practically popping out, expressions full of incredulity. They stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to follow Jiang Tian.

Thankfully, Tang Bao’er reacted quickly. She immediately waved and shouted, “Brother Jiang Tian, can you take us in?”

“Just moments ago, you were badmouthing me behind my back, and now I’m your ‘brother’?”

Jiang Tian didn’t even turn his head, couldn’t be bothered to look at them, his heart filled with disdain.

These rich young misses were always like this—arrogant at first, then fawning later, as if calling him ‘brother’ once meant he was obliged to help them.

But Lin Monong tugged at Jiang Tian’s sleeve, pleading, “Jiang Tian, please say something. They’re quite close to me!”

“I really owe you one.”

Jiang Tian shook his head helplessly, then nodded at the guard. Only then did the guard step aside to let them pass.

Once inside the water manor, they saw an abundance of flowers and trees, strange rocks standing tall. Channels of living water diverted from Poyang Lake formed either ponds or clear streams, interconnected in a wonderfully natural way.

The pavilions and waterside pavilions were all built in ancient architectural styles. The corridors were lined with huge vases crafted by master artisans from Jingdezhen, filled with Buddha’s hand citrons, peach branches, withered lotus, bamboo leaves, and more, exuding an antique charm.

Any one of these vases, if sold, would be worth millions—enough for an ordinary family to buy several luxury homes.

The manor covered a hundred acres, built along the shores of Hanpokou Lake, overlooking Shizhong Mountain. On one side flowed the mighty Yangtze River; on the other lay the vast expanse of Poyang Lake. The location was uniquely advantaged, with awe-inspiring scenery.

“I heard the Jiangxi Zhao family is also a century-old distinguished clan. Seeing it today, it indeed has a certain aura!”

Seeing this, Jiang Tian also nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation appearing on his face.

The Zhao ancestors were originally martial arts gentry. During the Republican era, they had dominated the Lushan area and served as members of Chairman Chiang’s guard regiment.

Later, the old patriarch had a change of heart, joined the revolution, supported the revolutionary army in establishing base areas, and became one of Jiangxi’s Five Tiger Generals.

By Zhao Yuankun’s generation, it was the third. He pushed the envelope further, becoming a martial arts grandmaster, dominating an entire province with countless disciples and followers. Many wealthy individuals regarded him as their protective deity.

It could be said that Zhao Yuankun’s status in Jiangxi was akin to that of a supreme ruler, on par with Hong Tianzhao in neighboring Hubei Province, second only to veteran martial arts grandmasters like Wu Yingxiong and Li Tuofeng.

“What is Jiang Tian’s background? Why did the guard respect him so much?”

Looking at the majestic manor surrounding them, Chu Mengyao marveled inwardly. This manor was like a royal garden, far beyond what her small Chu family could compare to.

Moreover, with her discerning eye, she noticed the emerald green thumb ring worn by the guard who had just beaten Ye Feng was an antique, worth hundreds of thousands.

The fact that even an ordinary guard’s jewelry was so expensive, far exceeding that of ordinary wealthy people, revealed the profound wealth and influence of the Zhao family in Hubei Province.

Precisely because of this, she found it increasingly strange. Would a top-tier great family like this need to give Jiang Tian face?