Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 57

Back then, after Shen Le was crippled by Liu Wangfeng, Li Danni immediately dumped him and hooked up with a local gangster.

When Shen Le went to beg for her to reconsider, Li Danni had her new man beat him mercilessly, leaving him heartbroken and hopeless.

It seemed that Jiang Tian’s return had triggered a “butterfly effect”—history wasn’t simply repeating itself. This breakup had happened earlier than before.

“Danni, don’t go! Give me one more chance. Let’s get back together. I’ll love you forever—I’ll make you happy!”

Shen Le panicked, grabbing Li Danni’s wrist as he pleaded desperately.

“What’s the point of your love?” Li Danni sneered. “Your family’s in construction, but your cash flow’s dried up. Now you’re just a wage slave!”

She jerked her arm free, flaunting her designer handbag with a cold laugh.

“See this? My new boyfriend got it for me—a limited-edition Louis Vuitton, over 100,000 yuan! Could you ever afford this?”

“You had this bag three months ago… when we were still together!” Shen Le suddenly realized, fury boiling in his chest. “You—you cheated on me!”

Though enraged, he still couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.

“Danni, how could you?” Li Rui snapped, unable to stay silent. “Shen Le gave up everything for you! He worked himself to the bone—drinking until he vomited blood for clients, collapsing from overtime just to buy you an engagement ring! When his family was well-off, countless girls chased him, but he stayed loyal to you. And this is how you repay him? Are you even human?”

“Loyalty? Pfft. He’s just a loser who doesn’t deserve me!” Li Danni retorted shamelessly. “I already broke up with him—he just wouldn’t accept it!”

Shen Le grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently. “Tell me—who’s the bastard? I’ll kill him!”

“Oh? That’d be me.”

A bald, muscular man swaggered in, flanked by thugs. He smirked at Shen Le.

“Yeah, I’m the one who cucked you. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“You—!” Shen Le lunged, but Li Rui yanked him back onto the couch, her face pale.

“Shen Le, stop! That’s Brother Hui—Fu Xinghui! The boss of the Xinghui Gang!”

The room erupted in panic.

The Xinghui Gang and the Black Shark Society were both splinter factions of the once-mighty Longwei Syndicate. After Longwei went legit (rebranding as Longwei Group), Xinghui and Black Shark broke off—but Xinghui still dominated half of Linzhou’s construction and sand-mining businesses, with hundreds of ruthless enforcers.

Fu Xinghui was a notorious killer—rumored to have at least six or seven murders under his belt, not counting countless mutilations. Yet he remained untouchable, backed by powerful figures like Long Fifth (Long Wu) and the Tang family’s Tang Wannian.

These white-collar workers stood no chance against a monster like him.

“……”

Shen Le’s fists trembled, his eyes burning with hatred—but in the end, he took a step back and slumped onto the couch.

Humiliation.

He wanted to tear Fu Xinghui apart, but the reality was clear: he couldn’t fight back. Not with those thugs brandishing machetes.

“Brother Hui, he’s been harassing me! Teach him a lesson!” Li Danni clung to Fu Xinghui’s arm, pressing her chest against him.

“Harassing my woman? Pathetic.” Fu Xinghui groped her ass, making her giggle. “Hui~ you’re so bad!”

“Oh, this is ‘bad’?” He grinned. “Wait till tonight—I’ll show you all eighteen positions. Then you’ll know what ‘bad’ really means.”

Turning to Shen Le, he pointed. “Kneel. Or I’ll kill you.”

“You’re going too far!” Shen Le shot up, fists clenched.

“Too far?” Fu Xinghui laughed. “Kneel, or I’ll slaughter everyone here—including your parents.”

Silence.

The threat wasn’t empty. Wealthy businessmen who’d crossed Xinghui had ended up dead in alleys. What hope did ordinary people have?

Shen Le’s rage warred with terror. He couldn’t let his friends and family suffer.

“Well? Kneel!”

Machetes gleamed as the thugs advanced.

Li Danni smirked, pointing at Li Rui. “Hui, this bitch insulted me too. Let your boys have fun with her!”

“Oho! Good eye, babe—she’s hot!” The thugs leered.

Li Rui trembled, whispering desperately, “Shen Le… just swallow your pride. We can’t fight them!”

Defeated, Shen Le closed his eyes—tears of shame streaming down—and began to kneel.

But halfway down, an invisible force stopped him.

“Shen Le.”

Jiang Tian, lounging on the couch with a beer, spoke calmly.

“You’re my brother. That means no one in this world is worthy of your kneel.”

His voice was soft, yet it carried like thunder.

“My brothers kneel to no one—not heaven, not earth, not gods, not ghosts, not even the divine.”

“If the sky demands your kneel—let it collapse.”
“If the earth demands your kneel—let it crumble.”
“If a man demands your kneel—let him die.”
“If a god demands your kneel—let it fall.”
“If a Buddha demands your kneel—let it perish.”

“And as for this dog-shit trash daring to order you?” Jiang Tian’s gaze turned icy.

“Today, he disappears from Linzhou.”

The room froze.

“Are you insane?!” Li Rui gasped. “You’ll get us all killed!”

Fu Xinghui burst out laughing, pointing his machete at Jiang Tian.

“You little shit! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

Jiang Tian didn’t bother responding.

He flicked his hand—like swatting a fly.

SLAP!

Fu Xinghui’s face exploded. Teeth, blood, and shattered bone sprayed as his body hurtled through the door, landing motionless.

“You—you hit Brother Hui?!” The thugs staggered back in shock.

Shen Le and Li Rui were speechless.

Jiang Tian—just an ordinary office worker—had dared to strike a gang leader?

Was he suicidal?

“Hit him?” Jiang Tian sipped his beer, unfazed. “I could kill him. What then?”

In his past life, he’d slaughtered celestial emperors and divine princes. A mere gangster was nothing.

“You’re dead! We’re calling reinforcements!” The thugs fled, dragging Fu Xinghui’s limp body.

“Li Danni—stay.” Jiang Tian’s voice froze her in place, her face ghostly pale.

“Jiang Tian! What were you thinking?!” Li Rui hissed. “Even if you can fight, they have power, connections! You’ll ruin Shen Le!”

“Root and branch,” Jiang Tian said lazily. “We wait for their boss.”

“Jiang Tian… thank you.” Shen Le gripped his hand, eyes wet. “If I’d kneeled today… I’d never recover.”

“Shen Le, you’re too naive!” Li Rui tugged at him. “We need to run! Maybe beg for mercy later—”

“Too late.” Jiang Tian sighed, glancing at the door.

A dozen men in black suits stormed in—taller, fiercer, more disciplined. Two even carried shotguns.

“Nobody moves!” one roared. “Wait for Young Master Long!”

“W-Who?” Li Rui stammered.

“Who else?” The man grinned savagely. “Long Fifth’s son—Long Gaitian.”

“Long Gaitian?!”

Li Rui’s legs gave out.

The Long family was worth billions, backed by the Tangs—untouchable.

Long Fifth ruled Linzhou’s underworld.

Long Gaitian?

The Crown Prince of the streets.

Compared to him, Fu Xinghui was a nobody.

If Long Gaitian wanted them dead—they’d vanish without a trace.