Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 93

Chen Bo, the eldest son of the Chen family—one of the three great clans of Jinling. Among the circles of young masters in Jinling, his reputation was formidable.

Though he lacked any martial arts prowess, he had graduated from an Ivy League business school and once worked for a globally renowned pharmaceutical giant. His management skills were exceptional, and he now controlled the Herb Group.

It could be said that in his past life, Jiang Tian had always lived under Chen Bo’s shadow. Both came from pharmaceutical families with similar backgrounds, often compared side by side.

Jiang Tian was a worthless good-for-nothing, while Chen Bo was the epitome of a brilliant young talent, shining all the brighter by contrast.

In Jiang Tian’s past life, it was Chen Bo who had directed the Herb Group’s relentless assaults on the Medicine King Group, driving it into financial ruin until it collapsed and declared bankruptcy.

Jiang Tian still remembered how, after the Jiang family’s downfall, he and Jiang Lin had gone to beg Chen Bo for mercy, pleading for even a sliver of the company’s shares.

But back then, Chen Bo had treated Jiang Tian with utter disdain, mocking and humiliating him before having him beaten like a stray dog and thrown out.

Seeing Chen Bo now, Jiang Lin’s face paled momentarily before she composed herself and forced a smile:

“Of course, I’d love to share a drink with Young Master Chen. But unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to tonight.”

“Oh? What could be more important than keeping Young Master Chen company?”

“Jiang Lin, Chen Bo is giving you face. Don’t be ungrateful!”

Several young masters, clustered around Chen Bo like stars around the moon, sneered coldly.

“Come with me. Do you think I’d treat you poorly?”

Chen Bo smirked, leaning in to whisper something into Jiang Lin’s ear.

As for Jiang Tian? He didn’t even spare him a glance, as if Jiang Tian were nothing but a foul stench in the air.

Jiang Lin’s expression changed drastically. She staggered back, shaking her head in panic.

“You dare refuse me?”

Chen Bo’s face twisted in fury. “What can you do if I drag you away by force?”

“Let’s go. Young Master Chen just wants a drink!”

His lackeys immediately surged forward, grabbing Jiang Lin and pulling her away.

“Young Master Chen, I really can’t go!”

“If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!”

Jiang Lin’s face was deathly pale as she struggled and pleaded.

Chen Bo was one of Jinling’s most notorious young masters, infamous for his cruelty. Going with him would only lead to disaster.

A few of Jiang Lin’s colleagues stepped forward to intervene, but they were swiftly kicked to the ground. The employees were stunned—accustomed to corporate battles, they had never faced such brute force.

“What’s going on here? Harassing a woman in broad daylight?”

A few patrolling officers arrived, attempting to intervene.

“Looking for a beating?”

A young master behind Chen Bo strode forward and slapped the lead officer across the face, snarling:

“You dare interfere in front of me?”

“Young Master Jiang, our apologies! We’ll leave right away!”

The officers turned pale, bowing and retreating in fear.

This “Young Master Jiang” was the son of Jialuo Mountain City’s mayor—a figure who wielded immense power here. None dared cross him. If he decided to throw his weight around, he could tear down the Yaodu Hotel in minutes and strip them of their badges.

“Young Master Chen has invested 300 million in our city’s pharmaceutical industry. He’s a key partner for our government. Do you want to be responsible for ruining our investment environment?”

After berating the police, Young Master Jiang grew even more arrogant, continuing to curse at them.

Seeing even the police powerless to help, Jiang Lin felt a wave of despair, tears welling in her eyes.

“Chen Bo, you dare bully a woman of the Jiang family? Have you grown tired of living? Get lost!”

A calm voice cut through the tension, sending a surge of hope through Jiang Lin.

But when she saw it was Jiang Tian who had spoken, her heart sank.

“Jiang Tian, don’t make things worse!”

Her cousin had always been a failure. Since being expelled from Jinling, he’d only deteriorated. Picking a fight with Chen Bo now would be suicide.

Besides, the Medicine King Group was already on the verge of collapse—how could they afford to provoke Chen Bo?

In her eyes, Jiang Tian should’ve called the police or begged for leniency, not challenged Chen Bo head-on.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Jiang family’s famous waste? A useless coward, yet you dare speak to Young Master Chen like that?”

“You think you’re still the Jiang family’s young master? Weren’t you dumped by your fiancée? Didn’t you defy that family from the capital and get kicked out?”

“A worthless piece of trash, yet you have the gall to threaten Young Master Chen? You’ve got a death wish!”

Several of the young masters, all Jinling natives and friends of Chen Bo, recognized Jiang Tian and immediately erupted in ridicule.

Chen Bo stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking at Jiang Tian with contempt as if he were an idiot.

“Jiang Tian, you dare speak to me like that? You’ve got guts!”

“Kneel. Kowtow three times and call me ‘Grandpa,’ and I might let you live. Otherwise—”

He smirked, his gaze dismissive, as if Jiang Tian were nothing more than an insect to be crushed.

“Enough noise.”

Jiang Tian’s expression remained indifferent, but Qiu Gong had already lunged forward.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Before anyone could react, crisp strikes rang out, and the young masters holding Jiang Lin were sent flying.

“Hmph. How dare you disrespect my master? You’re courting death!”

Though Qiu Gong was obsequious toward Jiang Tian, he was still a peak internal force master and a key subordinate of Ye Gufeng. These spoiled young masters were beneath his notice.

After striking them down, he clasped his hands behind his back and glared coldly.

“Leave now, or I’ll kill you.”

The crowd was stunned. No one had expected this old man to be so formidable.

Even Chen Bo’s face darkened. Why would the Jiang family assign such a powerful bodyguard to a good-for-nothing like Jiang Tian?

As the host, Young Master Jiang felt deeply humiliated.

“You old bastard! You dare hit my friends? Just wait—I’ll have the police shoot you dead!”

He pulled out his phone and dialed furiously.

“Don’t you dare run!”

The young masters scrambled to their feet, surrounding Jiang Tian and his group. A tense standoff ensued.

“Master, should I call my grandfather? He might have connections in Hubei who could help,” Tang Lingling whispered worriedly.

If the police arrived, there’d be interrogations and negotiations. While Jiang Tian wouldn’t be in real danger, it would still be a hassle.

“No need. Let’s see how far their arrogance takes them.”

Jiang Tian remained calm and detached, as if watching a play unfold from the sidelines.

Just then, a cold, clear voice cut through the chaos.

“Chen Bo! What are you doing? How dare you!”

Everyone turned to see a beautiful woman in her thirties approaching.

She wore an emerald-green qipao, embroidered silk shoes, and antique sandalwood prayer beads around her wrist. Her features were exquisite, her aura ethereal, yet her slender waist and full curves gave her a seductive charm.

Her age was impossible to pin down—her lazy grace suggested a mature woman, yet there was a youthful vitality in her demeanor.

“Senior Sister Mange! You’ve arrived so soon?”

Chen Bo’s expression instantly shifted to one of deep respect. He bowed and clasped his hands in salute.

“If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have witnessed how a mere outer disciple like you throws his weight around.”

The woman, addressed as “Senior Sister Mange,” didn’t even glance at the others, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Lady Mange, this is all a misunderstanding! Just a joke!”

Young Master Jiang was even more obsequious, bowing and scraping like a loyal dog greeting its master.

Slap!

Without a word, Lady Mange struck him across the face, sending him stumbling back.

But Young Master Jiang didn’t dare retaliate. He stood there, clutching his cheek, trembling.

“If you dare act so recklessly again, I’ll inform your father and have you severely punished.”

Her voice was soft, but the icy glint in her eyes made Young Master Jiang break out in a cold sweat. He immediately began apologizing profusely.

“So this is Lady Mange, the Divine Farmer Sect’s chief disciple!”

Jiang Lin suddenly realized, her face filling with awe as she gazed at Lady Mange like a starstruck fan meeting her idol.

“Elder Qiu, my apologies. Our poor organization led to this misunderstanding.”

Lady Mange smiled warmly, clasping her hands toward Qiu Gong.

“No matter. Since they’re Lady Mange’s acquaintances, let’s consider the matter closed.”

Seeing that Jiang Tian had no intention of pursuing the issue, Qiu Gong returned the courtesy.

“Did Peak Master Ye not come this time?” Lady Mange glanced around.

“Ah, he’s tied up with mundane affairs. He asked me to accompany this young friend instead.” Qiu Gong gestured vaguely toward Jiang Tian.

“Might I ask this young master’s name?”

Lady Mange bowed slightly, studying Jiang Tian with a polite smile.

“Jiang Tian, of Jinling’s Jiang family.”

Jiang Tian set down his teacup, his tone indifferent.

“I see. Welcome to the Alchemy Exchange. If you encounter any trouble, feel free to mention my name…”

Seeing Jiang Tian’s ordinary appearance and sensing he wasn’t a major buyer, a flicker of disappointment crossed Lady Mange’s eyes. She bowed again before turning away.

“Hmph. Consider yourself lucky this time, thanks to Senior Sister Mange’s mercy.”

Chen Bo shot Jiang Tian a final glare before leading his entourage away.

Once outside, Chen Bo hurried to catch up with Lady Mange.

“Senior Sister, why show the Jiang family any respect? They’re finished! That Jiang Tian is a nobody!”

“Do you know who that ‘Elder Qiu’ is?” Lady Mange stepped into a Mercedes, her voice icy.

“Who? He seemed somewhat notable.” Chen Bo started the car, puzzled.

“He was once the chief retainer of the Yuan family—an internal force master. Though the Yuan family fell over a decade ago, he’s not someone you fools can afford to provoke.”

“An internal force master? So what? The Divine Farmer Sect has at least a hundred of those!” Chen Bo scoffed.

“You’re a mere outer disciple—barely qualified to call yourself a member of our sect!”

Lady Mange’s brows furrowed in disgust.

“Our guests are here by invitation. If they’re harmed on our turf because of your bullying, how would that reflect on the sect?”

“I… I was wrong, Senior Sister!” Chen Bo immediately bowed his head in shame.

“Do it again, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Lady Mange leaned back, closing her eyes. Her tone was light, but the murderous intent in her gaze was unmistakable.