Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 52

“Yes! With Master Jiang overseeing us, Linzhou will be safe and secure!” Zheng Guangsha’s confidence surged.

Though he hadn’t personally witnessed Jiang Tian killing Fu Biao or slaying the White Ape, he had seen him command lightning with his own eyes.

And after Long Wu and the others boasted about his abilities—condensing qi into weapons, striking from midair, telepathic communication, walking on water—his awe for Jiang Tian only deepened.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He presented a key with both hands and said, “Master Jiang, since you cultivate, you must need a proper sanctuary. The King’s No. 1 Villa is yours!”

“Oh? Very well.” Jiang Tian didn’t bother with false modesty and accepted it directly.

The King’s Villa, nestled against Lion Peak and overlooking Embroidered Lake, was a perfect feng shui site—ideal for setting up a spirit-gathering array.

The others watched with envy and admiration. This was Linzhou’s most luxurious villa, worth tens of millions, possibly even nearing a hundred million. Yet Jiang Tian had obtained it effortlessly.

“From now on, we must unite under Master Jiang’s leadership, forming our own faction. By then, even Wei Shuofeng won’t dare provoke us!”

Zhou Zhenghao suddenly stood up, his face alight with fervor as he made the proposal.

“Yes! That’s the best course!”

“Master Jiang!”

“Master Jiang!”

The gathered tycoons and underworld bosses scrambled to their feet, bowing and cupping their fists toward Jiang Tian.

“Master Jiang, accept our respects. From this day forward, Linzhou bows to you. Whatever you command, we shall obey!”

Zheng Guangsha, Linzhou’s richest man, took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and sealed the declaration.

“A man this exceptional… In all of China, how many could compare?”

Staring dazedly at the scene of Linzhou’s most powerful figures groveling before Jiang Tian, Zheng Li felt as if she were dreaming.

Was this really the same Jiang Tian from university—the good-for-nothing slacker?

Now, compared to him, Linzhou’s so-called elite young masters like Tang Jianfeng and Liu Tianle seemed utterly insignificant, not even fit to tie his shoes.

“Hmm, rise.” Jiang Tian remained seated, perfectly at ease, his heart untroubled.

In his past life across the cosmos, he had swept through the stars, toppling immortals with a flick of his fingers, suppressing demonic ancestors with a turn of his palm, and reversing galaxies with a smile. Divine kings bowed as his disciples, celestial maidens served as his attendants—what scene hadn’t he witnessed?

The submission of a few mortal tycoons couldn’t stir even a ripple in his heart.

Once everyone was seated, discussions began in earnest—establishing a club, setting regular meetings, defining collaboration methods, even integrating factions and mediating conflicts.

“Master Jiang, this is a humble token of respect. It’s not much, but please accept it.” Long Wu hurriedly presented a check.

Ten million.

Truthfully, given Jiang Tian’s help in eliminating Fu Biao, even several hundred million wouldn’t suffice to repay the debt. But Long Wu sensed Jiang Tian cared little for wealth, prioritizing cultivation resources instead.

Since those were scarce, this was the next best offering.

Jiang Tian pocketed the check and listed the materials he needed for his spirit-gathering array, asking them to keep an eye out.

Who would dare disobey Master Jiang’s decree?

The group eagerly agreed.

“It’s getting late. I should leave.”

Noticing Zhao Xueqing stifling a yawn, Jiang Tian rose to take his leave.

The crowd rushed to escort him out.

On the way home, Zhao Xueqing blinked in astonishment. “Jiang Tian, when did you become so… incredible?”

“Xueqing, do you believe in reincarnation?”

Jiang Tian didn’t hide the truth. With a sigh, he said, “I’ve returned from a past life.”

“In that life, the Jiang family was destroyed by enemies. My parents died, and you… were killed by Liu Wangfeng.”

“After losing everyone, I sought revenge but was no match for the great families of Jinling or Liu Wangfeng. I went mad and jumped from Hundred Zhang Cliff.”

“Yet I didn’t die. A wandering cultivator—my master—took me away, setting me on the path of cultivation.”

“When I finally returned to Earth, a thousand years had passed. Liu Wangfeng and the others were long turned to dust.”

“So I cultivated anew, sweeping across the cosmos, slaying demons, executing divine kings, until I was revered as the Taichu Immortal Venerable.”

“But I could never forget you. When breaking through the Hongmeng Divine Shackles, a heart demon interfered—your unjust death…”

“Yet I never imagined I’d be reborn at the exact moment of my mental collapse, when I was hospitalized.”

“Xueqing, no matter how powerful I become, I only want to protect you—to keep you safe, always.” His voice was soft, tinged with melancholy.

“Finished?” Zhao Xueqing pressed her lips together, amused.

This was an era of advanced science and civilization. Cultivation, heart demons—such things belonged in fantasy dramas.

“You don’t believe me?” Jiang Tian sighed.

“Only a fool would.”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling. “I’ll believe you met some master and learned extraordinary skills. But living ten thousand years and coming back? No way.”

“Fine. However I gained these abilities, I’ll cherish you forever, ensuring your peace and happiness.” Jiang Tian smiled.

“Hubby, don’t forget those words…”

After enduring so much hardship, Zhao Xueqing’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling.

…

Late that night, Time Mansion

“Jiang Tian, aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Fresh from the shower, Zhao Xueqing stepped into Jiang Tian’s room wearing a sleek black silk nightgown.

Gone was her usual aloofness. Her features were exquisite, lips rosy, skin dewy and luminous. The thin straps on her shoulders tied into delicate bows, as if inviting someone to undo them.

The short hem revealed long, shapely legs, their fairness rivaling snow, glowing like fine porcelain—enough to make any man’s mouth water.

On the bed, Jiang Tian sat shirtless, cross-legged in meditation.

He smiled gently. “You rest. For me, cultivation is better than sleep.”

Only with Zhao Xueqing did the ruthless Jiang Tian show such tenderness.

“Jiang Tian, you’ve been busy all night. Should I make you some soup?”

Simple words, yet they struck deep.

In an instant, Jiang Tian’s arm shot out, pulling her into his embrace.

“Ah!”

Zhao Xueqing gasped softly. She hadn’t expected this—especially dressed so scantily.

Skin against skin, her face flushed, heart racing.

Yet the clean, refreshing scent of him left her intoxicated, unable to resist.

Biting her lip, she whispered, “Wh-what are you doing?”

Jiang Tian didn’t answer. Scooping her up, he carried her toward the master bedroom.

Thump! Thump!

Her heartbeat roared in her ears.

Her breath grew uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He’s always desired me… Is tonight the night?

Her heart fluttered. Shyly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest.

“Jiang Tian… I’m in my safe period today…”

The moment the words left her lips, she burned with embarrassment, her cheeks flushing like drunken roses. The Eight Fortunes necklace around her throat caught the light, casting a halo over her radiant beauty.

“Until my name shakes the world, I won’t take your body.”

Jiang Tian laid her down gently, tucking the blanket around her.

“You… don’t want me anymore?”

His solemn tone left her strangely hollow, a pang of insecurity striking her.

By the time you’re famous, I might be old and faded.

And what of Tang Linglong, Liu Yating, Zheng Li? They all seemed drawn to him.

“Don’t be silly. In this life and every other, you’re the only one for me.”

He clasped her hand, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mm. Hubby, I’ll only ever love you too.”

Her heart melted, all doubts replaced by sweetness and warmth.

“Sleep well. Tomorrow, I’ll give you a gift.” Jiang Tian smiled.

In his past life, he’d been harsh and ungrateful, making her existence miserable.

Other girls cycled through luxury brands—clothes, bags, shoes, even cars.

Yet Zhao Xueqing had gone years without new clothes, spending every penny on his medical bills, sometimes even skipping meals.

As for jewelry? Orphaned young, she’d never owned a single piece.

Zhao Xueqing blinked, then shook her head firmly. “No.”

“Why not?”

Jiang Tian pinched her cheek playfully. “I just got ten million from Long Wu. Money’s no issue.”

“Hubby, I don’t understand cultivation, but I know one thing—martial arts demand wealth.”

She spoke earnestly.

“From what they said, cultivation resources cost a fortune. Save the money for what you need!”

“Trust me.”

Touched, Jiang Tian grinned.

“Don’t worry. If I wanted wealth, even the world’s richest wouldn’t compare.”

With that, he returned to his room, meditating as he pondered:

“With the White Ape’s core and the Frost Jade, I still lack three of the five elemental materials. I must gather them quickly to set up the spirit-gathering array.”

“Once I break through to mid-stage Qi Refining, even the great families of Jinling won’t stop me. I’ll return in force, crushing all who stand in my path!”

His blood burned at the thought. Eyes snapping open, they gleamed with fierce light as he exhaled:

“Father, Mother, Grandfather… Last life, I failed you—wallowing in despair, helpless as our family fell.”

“This time, I’ll turn the tide. I’ll restore the Jiang family’s glory, elevate the Medicine King Group, and make our name tower over China!”