Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 66
“You—don’t talk nonsense!”
“Hmph.” Ye Gufeng’s voice was cold and penetrating. “When your mother was on her deathbed, she entrusted Jiang Tian to Zhang Wanqing. After Jiang Tian’s engagement in Yanjing fell through, Zhang Wanqing wanted to arrange a marriage between the two of you. Your feelings for Jiang Tian were never just sisterly—you were in love with him, and you agreed without hesitation. But then, Old Master Jiang expelled him from the family and forced him to marry Zhao Xueqing instead…”
“…” Ye Ziwei’s face flushed crimson, leaving her speechless.
“Ziwei, Jiang Tian is already married. What’s the point of clinging to this?”
Ye Gufeng softened his tone slightly but remained firm. “Besides, he’s a good-for-nothing, a complete failure. He’s not worthy of you.”
“Mr. Ye, maybe you think I’m foolish, naive…”
Ye Ziwei’s eyes reddened, tears shimmering as she spoke in a trembling voice:
“But when my mother died, and I went three days without food, it was Jiang Tian who bought me my first meal—steamed buns filled with meat.”
“When I was bullied at school, it was Jiang Tian who grabbed a brick and fought for me.”
“When I got my first period and was writhing in pain, it was Jiang Tian who bought me pads and medicine.”
“When I broke Old Master Jiang’s priceless antique and was about to be thrown out of the family, it was Jiang Tian who knelt in the snow for a full day and night, begging him to let me stay.”
Suddenly, she raised her head, locking eyes with Ye Gufeng with unshakable resolve.
“Mr. Ye, tell me—where were you, my real father, when all of this was happening?”
Ye Gufeng’s gaze faltered. He sighed helplessly. “Ziwei, I know I failed you and your mother. But this is different!”
“Whether it’s sisterly love or something more…”
Ye Ziwei stood up, her voice steady and unwavering. “For the rest of my life, I will protect Jiang Tian and the Jiang family—until my last drop of blood is shed!”
With that, she strode out, head held high.
“That Jiang Tian… a worthless, useless fool, ruining my daughter!”
Ye Gufeng’s face twisted in fury, his cheeks burning red.
CRASH!
He grabbed a priceless Ming Dynasty vase—worth millions—and smashed it to pieces.
“Boss Feng, if that Jiang Tian is an eyesore, I can arrange for some ‘cleaners’ to take care of him.”
From the couch, Liu Zikun—Scarface Kun—spoke up, his voice dripping with malice. To him, killing someone, even a Jiang family member, was as easy as slaughtering a chicken.
“No need.”
Ye Gufeng waved a hand dismissively, his lips curling into a sneer. “Jiang Tian is just a waste of space. Ziwei’s feelings are just childhood attachment. Once she matures, she’ll understand.”
“Tonight, bring Jiang Tian to me. I want to talk to him.”
On the Deck
The tournament hadn’t started yet, so Jiang Tian, Zhao Xueqing, and Zheng Li relaxed on the deck, enjoying barbecue under the sun.
By evening, Ye Ziwei returned.
“Sister Weiwei, sit! Have something to eat!” Jiang Tian smiled warmly.
Ye Ziwei pulled up a chair, her eyes still slightly red. She barely touched the food.
“What did Mr. Ye want?” Jiang Tian asked.
“Nothing, just some business discussions…” She shook her head vaguely, avoiding the truth.
“Is the Jiang family in financial trouble?” Jiang Tian pressed, his voice low.
“No! Everything’s fine!”
She denied it instantly, then slid a bank card toward him. “Xueqing, Jiang Tian—here’s 500,000 yuan. Use it as you like.”
Jiang Tian’s heart clenched with emotion.
This must be all her savings.
Even with the Jiang family struggling, she still thought of him.
“Sis, keep it. I don’t need it.” He pushed the card back.
“Why?”
She was stunned. Jiang Tian had never refused money before.
He simply shook his head.
“Jiang Tian, I know you spend recklessly. Take it. Don’t make me and Mom and Dad worry about you!”
“Sister Weiwei, don’t worry. If I wanted money, tens or hundreds of millions would be mine in an instant.”
He took her hand, his voice firm.
“What…?” His overwhelming confidence left her speechless.
“I know the Jiang family is in trouble. You’re trying to secure funding from Mr. Ye, aren’t you?”
“Don’t worry. I will restore the Jiang family. Those three families in Jinling? Mere ants. I could crush them with a flick of my finger.”
His eyes burned with pride.
“I won’t let you suffer anymore. You’ll control your own destiny—even Ye Gufeng won’t make you bow your head!”
“Jiang Tian… thank you…”
Though she didn’t understand his sudden confidence, warmth flooded her heart.
After sipping her juice, she frowned. “Jiang Tian, when the tournament starts tonight, you and Xueqing can watch, but don’t participate. And if you gamble, don’t bet more than 100,000 yuan—once you lose it, stop!”
“Hehe, Sis, Jiang Tian is actually one of Linzhou’s fighters…” Zhao Xueqing giggled.
“What?! Jiang Tian is fighting? Xueqing, you’re supposed to be the sensible one! How could you let him do this?!”
Ye Ziwei grabbed Jiang Tian’s ear, yanking hard. “If you dare step into that ring, I’m telling Mom and Dad! Understand?!”
“Sis, mercy! I was wrong! I won’t fight, I promise!”
Jiang Tian raised his hands in surrender, looking pitiful.
Here he was—a reborn immortal who had once dominated the cosmos, annihilated demons and gods alike—now being scolded like a child.
Yet, deep down, he felt warmth.
This was how she’d always disciplined him when he misbehaved as a boy.
As the four chatted, a mocking voice cut in:
“Oh? Isn’t this Jiang Tian? How did you get on board?”
Jiang Tian turned, his expression turning cold. “Who are you? Why do you keep bothering me?”
“You don’t recognize me…?” Lu Biyao’s face darkened, her anger boiling over.
Unbelievable! We just met at the car dealership! How can you not remember me?!
“Why should I?” Jiang Tian looked genuinely puzzled. Is this girl insane?
“Jiang Tian, you’re a bankrupt lunatic! There’s no way you belong here—you must’ve sneaked in! If you keep talking to me like that, I’ll have you thrown overboard!”
She trembled with rage, her claws practically out.
After buying the car, Fu Lanjun’s words had stuck with her: Jiang Tian was just pretending to be rich.
And this tournament? Tickets cost hundreds of thousands, and only billionaires could attend. How could Jiang Tian possibly qualify?
“Get lost.” Jiang Tian’s gaze turned icy.
He was enjoying time with his family—who was this nuisance?
“Tch. Whatever, freak. Not worth my time.”
Startled by his glare, Lu Biyao scoffed and hurried after a tall, well-dressed young man.
He wore an IWC Portuguese watch, his tailored Italian suit exuding class—though his pale complexion and sly demeanor made him unlikable.
“Biyao, a friend of yours?” The young man—Xue Feiyang—glanced at Jiang Tian.
“Friend? Hardly.”
Lu Biyao clung to his arm, sneering.
“Just some failed family’s trash. Crazy and stupid. No idea how he got here.”
“Hmm…”
Xue Feiyang nodded, though his eyes lingered on Zhao Xueqing and Ye Ziwei.
This guy looks ordinary, but the women around him are stunning.
“Forget them. Take me to the banquet! Will I get to meet Lord Feng?” Lu Biyao asked eagerly.
She was here representing the Lu family to establish ties with Ye Gufeng.
In the Lu family’s eyes, Ye Gufeng’s power was overwhelming—dominating both East Sea and Jiangzhou, with countless experts under his command. Crushing Linzhou’s forces would be child’s play.
They needed to cozy up to him before it was too late.
“My father ranks just below Lord Feng and Brother Kun in the three northern cities. Of course you’ll meet him.”
“Liu Zikun’s son, Liu Jinrong? He’s my brother.”
Xue Feiyang smirked and led her toward the banquet hall.
His father, Xue Mingyi, had once ruled Jiangzhou before submitting to Ye Gufeng three years ago. Now, he ranked among Ye Gufeng’s top ten subordinates.
With that backing, Xue Feiyang stood equal to young masters like Tang Jianfeng and Liu Wangfeng—no wonder he was so arrogant.
“Wow! I had no idea your father was so powerful!” Lu Biyao fawned.
“Heh. If I drink too much tonight, you’ll have to take care of me.”
Feeling the soft press of her body against his arm, Xue Feiyang’s blood heated. He tapped her nose playfully.
“Of course! Taking care of you is my duty.”
The once-proud Lu Biyao now acted like an obedient kitten, blushing as she spoke.
To her, neither Fan Tao nor Jiang Tian could compare to a real young master like Xue Feiyang.
His father controlled billions in assets, owned multiple luxury hotels, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with tycoons like Tang Wannian!
“Good girl.”
Xue Feiyang smiled, though a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes.
Since Fu Lanjun introduced them, Lu Biyao had thrown herself at him, desperate to climb the social ladder.
But to him? The Lu family wasn’t even top-twenty in Linzhou. She wasn’t worthy of being his girlfriend—just a plaything.
If Liu Jinrong takes a liking to her, even better. I have plenty of women like her.
As they entered the banquet hall, a frantic figure rushed forward—only to be blocked by bodyguards.
“Sir, you can’t enter.”
“Why not?” Fan Tao glared.
“You have a cruise ticket, but the banquet requires an invitation. Sorry—you’re not qualified.”
“Biyao! Come out here!” Fan Tao shouted desperately.
“Fan Tao, why are you following me? We broke up!” Lu Biyao turned, her face twisting in embarrassment.
“Who’s this?” Xue Feiyang asked.
“Feiyang, this is Fan Tao. His father’s a district chief in Linzhou, and he works as a customs officer. He’s been harassing me, but I’ve never encouraged him!”
“Pfft. A nobody like this dares to bother you?”
Xue Feiyang snorted in contempt and waved at the guards.
“Throw him into the sea. Let the fish deal with him.”
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