Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 60
“Xianya, are you there?” Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, and Zhào Xuěqíng entered with Jiāng Tiān in tow.
“Oh my, Xuěqíng, you’ve grown even more beautiful!”
Zhōu Xianya hung up the phone and put on a show of enthusiasm, pulling Xuěqíng to sit down. As for Jiāng Tiān? She didn’t even spare him a glance.
He’s just a lunatic, a madman. Besides, Xuěqíng’s the one paying anyway—why bother with him?
“Xianya, stop teasing me…” Xuěqíng forced a smile, though she was visibly uneasy.
Though both were part of the “Five Golden Flowers,” the Zhào family’s financial status was the weakest, with assets barely reaching tens of millions—nowhere near the Zhōu family’s wealth.
On top of that, Xuěqíng was the daughter of Zhào Hǔchéng’s ex-wife, unloved by her relatives, unlike Xianya, who was doted on by everyone.
At social gatherings, Xianya often mocked Xuěqíng’s “tacky” outfits, her job, and her income, making her feel inferior.
“Enough pleasantries. I’ve already prepared the herbs—take a look.”
Xianya immediately opened a rosewood cabinet and took out an exquisite jade box, placing it in front of Jiāng Tiān and Xuěqíng.
Inside was a ginseng root, about the thickness of a pinky finger, completely smooth—not a single fibrous tendril in sight. Under the glow of the jade box, it shimmered strangely.
“This is a 300-year-old wild mountain ginseng! Xuěqíng, since we’re old friends, I’ll give you a discount—300,000 yuan!”
A faint trace of cunning flashed in her otherwise clear, beautiful eyes.
“Hubby, is this acceptable?” Xuěqíng couldn’t tell its quality, leaving the decision to Jiāng Tiān.
“This thing? Worth 300,000?”
Jiāng Tiān smirked disdainfully and pushed the box back. “As far as I can tell, this is just a one-year-old cultivated ginseng.”
His divine sense was unparalleled—with just a glance, he could tell this ginseng had zero spiritual energy, no different from a tree root.
“Do you even know what you’re looking at?! This is a genuine 300-year-old wild ginseng!”
Xianya’s heart skipped a beat, her face flushing red, but she stubbornly refused to back down.
Identifying medicinal herbs was an extremely difficult task.
To judge accurately, one either needed high-tech equipment for precise analysis or decades of experience in the field.
Yet this good-for-nothing, mentally unstable fool had not only accurately determined the ginseng’s age but also recognized it as cultivated—how was that possible?!
“Oh? Then I’m not satisfied with this product. I won’t buy it.” Jiāng Tiān shook his head, not bothering to expose her shoddy trick.
“In Línzhōu, our pharmacy has the best herbs!” Xianya, humiliated and unwilling to lose face, huffed and opened a safe, retrieving another medicinal plant.
“This is a century-old Dragon’s Saliva Herb—extremely rare, grown in the mountains of the Northeast. I paid 2 million yuan just to acquire it!”
She spoke with pride.
Jiāng Tiān’s eyes lit up. This herb actually contained rich spiritual energy—it was the real deal.
“Name your price. How much do you want for it?” he asked calmly.
“Xianya, has Master Lǐ Zhènwēi from Fóshān arrived in Línzhōu yet? Did you prepare the gift?!”
At that moment, a dignified middle-aged man walked in with a handsome young man.
“Uncle Zhōu! Hàorán!” Xuěqíng quickly stood to greet them.
“Hmph.”
Zhōu Chénghuī, the Zhōu family patriarch, nodded arrogantly, not giving Xuěqíng a second thought.
When his eyes landed on Jiāng Tiān, his face twisted in disgust and contempt.
This trash once shamelessly pursued my daughter, harassing her endlessly.
Hah! A worthless fool like you could never be worthy of my Xianya—a toad lusting after swan meat!
But then he noticed the Dragon’s Saliva Herb on the table and turned pale with shock, roaring:
“Xianya! What are you doing?! How dare you take out this divine herb?! Put it back NOW!”
“Dad, I was just letting them see what real treasure looks like!” Xianya panicked and quickly put the herb away.
“You’re not selling it?”
Xuěqíng frowned, displeased. Why show it if you won’t sell it? Are you mocking us?
“Of course not! I have important uses for it!” Chénghuī said as if it were obvious.
“Uncle Zhōu, I wish to purchase this herb. I’ll pay a price that satisfies you,” Jiāng Tiān said with a faint smile.
“Jiāng Tiān, Xuěqíng—do you two even have the money for something this precious? Don’t joke around!”
Chénghuī sneered. “This herb is worth at least 10 million yuan!”
“10 million is fine.”
Jiāng Tiān didn’t hesitate. If he needed 10 million, Táng Wànnián or Lóng Wǔ would deliver it in minutes.
“You’re joking!”
Chénghuī and Xianya were stunned. The Jiāng family has fallen—how could Jiāng Tiān possibly have that kind of money?
“I don’t joke about business,” Jiāng Tiān said firmly.
“Jiāng Tiān, your family is finished. How could a nobody like you afford this divine herb?”
Xianya’s lips curled in mockery. “This herb is a gift for a true master! Besides, you’re an uneducated, insane waste—buying it would be a disgrace to its value!”
Her words were beyond insulting. Jiāng Tiān frowned slightly, but his heart remained calm—he couldn’t be bothered to argue.
But Xuěqíng couldn’t take it anymore. She shot up, furious:
“Xianya! You can refuse to sell it! You can even insult me! But you do NOT get to insult Jiāng Tiān! He is NOT insane! How could you say such things?!”
“Hah! Xuěqíng, am I wrong? Only a fool like you would treat this madman like a treasure!”
“Back when we met, he stared at me like a drooling pig, even tried to grope me! Disgusting!”
“Now get out before I call security to throw you out!”
Xianya crossed her arms, looking down on Xuěqíng with utter disdain.
“You’ve gone too far!”
Xuěqíng was trembling with rage, ready to retort—
But Jiāng Tiān gently pulled her up, his voice icy:
“A mere Dragon’s Saliva Herb? I could get as many as I want.”
“Today, I came to bestow an opportunity upon you. But since you’re too blind to see it—so be it.”
His gaze was calm yet piercing as he declared:
“The day will come when you’ll kneel and beg me to take it—for free—and I still won’t spare you a glance.”
“Jiāng Tiān! You arrogant brat! Do you think the Jiāng family is still what it was? That you’re still some young master?!”
Chénghuī’s face turned purple with rage. It took him five full seconds to process the insult before he exploded:
“He even accused us of selling fakes earlier!” Xianya added indignantly.
“You brain-dead trash! How dare you speak to my father like that AND slander our business?! I’ll kill you!”
The young man behind Chénghuī—Zhōu Hàorán—suddenly lunged forward, kicking straight at Jiāng Tiān’s chest.
Hàorán had long harbored feelings for Xuěqíng, pursuing her for years, only to see her marry Jiāng Tiān.
His hatred ran deep.
Now, seeing a chance, he aimed to cripple Jiāng Tiān on the spot.
From the moment he entered, Jiāng Tiān had sensed Hàorán’s Iron Body cultivation—this kick could shatter stone.
If Jiāng Tiān were an ordinary man, his ribs would be dust.
“Seeking death.”
Since the other party struck to kill, Jiāng Tiān showed no mercy.
His eyes narrowed—
With a single palm strike, a surge of qi blasted out.
CRACK!
Hàorán’s leg shattered instantly, and he was sent flying like a ragdoll, smashing a solid desk to splinters.
“AHHH! MY LEG!”
Hàorán screamed like a slaughtered pig, clutching his ruined limb.
“Y-You DARE attack us?!”
Xianya turned deathly pale. How could this madman, this fallen noble, dare lay hands on her brother?!
“Jiāng Tiān! You’ve gone too far! Hurt my son, and I’ll make sure you PAY!”
Chénghuī’s fury was apocalyptic.
“I showed mercy. If I were serious, he’d already be a corpse.”
Without another glance, Jiāng Tiān took Xuěqíng’s hand and strode out.
…
Epilogue: A Vow of Vengeance
Chénghuī rushed Hàorán to the hospital.
After surgery, the doctor delivered devastating news:
“The right tibia is shattered beyond repair. Amputation is the only option. He’ll spend the rest of his life on crutches or in a wheelchair.”
Hàorán was permanently disabled.
“I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE! Jiāng Tiān, you’ll PAY IN BLOOD!”
Chénghuī wept tears of hatred, vowing to tear Jiāng Tiān apart.
“Father, the Jiāng family still has connections! And Jiāng Tiān is legally insane—even if we report this, nothing will happen!”
Xianya sobbed, regret gnawing at her. Why did I provoke that madman? Now my brother’s ruined!
“Hah! Since when do I need the police? I’ll have him—DEAD!”
Chénghuī wiped his tears, his voice dripping with venom.
“Father, we can’t act rashly! Murder is a crime!” Xianya paled.
“The law is for the weak! The strong make their own rules!”
Chénghuī’s eyes gleamed with cruel certainty.
“The Three-City Martial Tournament is about to begin. Your uncle Zhènwēi will be staying at the Pearl River Hotel. We’ll ask him to arrange Jiāng Tiān’s death!”
“Uncle Lǐ Zhènwēi? The legendary master from Fóshān?!”
Xianya’s eyes widened. She’d grown up hearing tales of Zhènwēi—how he could shatter stone with his fists, fight bears, and wield inner energy.
Hàorán had trained under him, gaining formidable skills.
“Exactly. That Dragon’s Saliva Herb was meant for him to gift to a certain ‘Grandmaster Jiāng’!”
Chénghuī’s voice was thick with reverence.
“This Grandmaster Jiāng has been making waves in Línzhōu. They say he commands ghosts, summons lightning, and can strike a man dead from a hundred meters away!”
The mere thought of such a figure made Chénghuī’s blood boil with ambition.
“If we befriend him, the Zhōu family will rule Línzhōu! And as for Jiāng Tiān?”
His lips curled into a vicious smile.
“When I say he dies—HE DIES.”
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