Chapter Thirty-Four: Your Fate Is in My Hands, Not Heaven’s (Second Update) An additional chapter dedicated to the esteemed readers who have supported this book.

“Elder Jiang, may we speak inside?”
Yuan Shixiong wore an awkward expression and whispered the reminder.
“Ah?”
“Yes, yes! Please, Chairman Yuan, come in.”
The entire Jiang family stepped aside, with the old master personally taking the lead—the head of the household now silently following behind Yuan Shixiong and the imposing man representing Li Hao.
The big man exchanged a glance with Yuan Shixiong; both saw shock in each other's eyes.
Just then, another cry of astonishment rang out.
“Dad, another car just arrived outside—it’s Han Fugui’s.”
The eldest uncle’s face was filled with alarm, his mind blank—he couldn’t grasp what on earth was happening today.
The car pulled up, and Han Fugui, clutching his briefcase and accompanied by his secretary, hurried in at a quick, shuffling pace. “Wait for me!”
Everyone looked at one another in stunned silence.
The Jiang family was shaken to its core!
On June 13th, the house was thronged with powerful figures, their footsteps wearing down the threshold.
Contracts were piled high as a mountain, and by preliminary estimate, the pure profit surpassed forty million. Yet these bigwigs, as if fearing something, took not a penny for themselves, letting all the profits fall to the Jiang family.
Within a single day, the Jiang family convened three grand meetings.
Today, they had vaulted into Yun City’s middle tier, leaping straight into the ranks of the second-class families.
That night, everyone wore grave expressions—this was the fourth assembly.
The old master’s hands still trembled. When faced with contracts promising tens of millions in profit, he’d nearly dropped his pen.
“Eldest, do you know the reason behind all this?”
The eldest uncle shook his head in confusion. “I’ve heard nothing—this caught me completely unprepared. But Second Brother’s family has long handled affairs outside and has the broadest network among us.”
All eyes turned to the second uncle’s family.
Second uncle’s gaze flickered, as if deep in thought.
With a self-satisfied air, he waved his hand and laughed: “The Xia family, Li Hao, the Yuans, Han Fugui—these are towering figures in Yun City, at the very pinnacle. Why would they come to visit us out of nowhere?”
His words were ambiguous, containing a double meaning.
Essentially, he was implying that since no one could say otherwise, the credit should obviously go to his own family, though he admitted it rather obliquely.
Jiang Yu was amused. The second uncle’s family was truly thick-skinned, shamelessly laying claim to this merit without the slightest blush.
How could Jiang Yu not know the real reason for these visits?
Zheng Xuan’s parents’ eyes shone with excitement, and they quickly spoke: “When the Jiang family prospers, don’t forget to lend a hand to the Zhengs of Jincheng. If this contract is executed well, your family’s status will soar, perhaps even reaching the very summit of Yun City’s elite.”
Jiang Shaoqi replied with a generous smile, “Xuanxuan is my fiancée, so you two are as good as my own parents. From now on, our families will surely support each other.”

Reassured, Zheng Xuan’s parents beamed with joy at last.
As for Jiang Yu, he’d long since been cast to the back of everyone’s minds.
“Ah, after so many years of being stifled, our Jiang family can finally hold our heads high.”
Good fortune lifted the spirits of all, and the old master’s face bloomed with happiness.
Zheng Xuan gazed at Jiang Shaoqi with ever-gentler eyes, her admiration clear as water.
Only someone as outstanding as Jiang Shaoqi was worthy of her discerning taste.
Breaking off the engagement had been an extremely wise choice.
...
Meanwhile, at the Yuan family residence in Yun City.
Yuan Shixiong sat on the sofa, pouring tea. The Bai Jian Silver Tip before him sold for over a hundred thousand per pound, its fragrance filling the air.
Seated opposite was a middle-aged man with crippled legs. His manner was somewhat haggard, but a vestige of his former dominance still clung to him, a testament to his glorious past.
“Father, why did you suddenly have me bring contracts to visit the Jiang family?”
The man took a deep breath. “This was all orchestrated by Tiangang. Since returning from leave with the Dragon Soar Squad, he’s changed completely in a matter of days—silent, withdrawn, as if all his ambition had suddenly vanished.”
Yuan Shixiong frowned, looking toward Yuan Tiangang’s room. “Since my brother came back, he’s lost his usual pride and competitiveness, as if something’s struck him hard. He locks himself in his room, training relentlessly in the Dragon Soar Squad’s Skyfire Killing Technique. I’ve never seen him so desperate.”
The man’s eyes dimmed somewhat. “Back then, Lin Wangtian crippled my legs, leaving me disabled for life. Now Tiangang, that child, has been blinded by hatred. They say Lin Wangtian has already reached the threshold of grandmaster, his inner force at peak perfection—he could step into the master’s realm at any time.”
Yuan Shixiong shook his head with a wry smile. “What is my brother planning? Why go to such lengths over the mere Jiang family?”
The man smiled faintly. “As you said, when you arrived, you not only ran into Li Hao’s chief lieutenant, but even Han Fugui was there. Do you think all these people are fools?”
Yuan Shixiong was left speechless.
The man patted his head. “You’ve just returned from abroad; there’s much you don’t know. Tiangang has achieved remarkable things over the years, outshining his peers, but after he returned, even I could see he’d suffered a massive blow. Even his once-unshakable confidence has evaporated. Just what sort of existence did he encounter?”
...
At the Han residence.
Han Fugui’s face was clouded with worries. Ever since he’d witnessed Zhang Zeshui killed by a young man that night, the uncanny and unfathomable means of that boy had haunted him, becoming a nightmare.
He’d woken several times in terror from dreams of being impaled by a chopstick wielded by the youth, blood gushing forth.
Each time, he would break out in cold sweat.
And after Zhang Zeshui was killed, Xia Family’s chief steward, Xia Wuchang, had personally come to take the body. Han Fugui had been left shaken both by dread and by the young man’s identity.
The image of catching a bullet barehanded was burned into his memory forever.
“Son, do you think anyone in this world can really catch a bullet with their bare hands?”
Han Chen, playing with his phone on the sofa, smiled faintly. “Dad, did you have too much to drink? Ever since that incident, you’ve been listless, wandering about in a daze. Catch a bullet barehanded? That’s impossible—we’re not living in a movie. There aren’t that many bizarre and mysterious things in this world.”
Han Fugui fell silent.

He had paid a visit today, tormented by nightmares, hoping that youth would forget all about him.
Yet today, Han Fugui hadn’t even seen him.
But according to the investigation, that youth was clearly a member of the Jiang family.
For the moment, a thousand tangled thoughts filled Han Fugui’s mind.
...
At the “Azure Sea and Clouds” club.
“Wolf, are we being too obvious?”
A big man stood respectfully before the man called Head Wolf.
Head Wolf was chewing on a cigarette, surrounded by scantily clad women, his arms around them. “This was Brother Hao’s careful instruction—help the Jiang family, but subtly. Since Master Jiang hasn’t spoken, we mustn’t go too far, or it’ll look like we’re putting on a show for his sake, and the consequences would be disastrous.”
“You did well today—helped the Jiang family in a discreet way, leaving them baffled. It’s clear to everyone that Master Jiang wants to keep a low profile, so we haven’t revealed his identity.”
“Bao, the world is vast. Your vision has been limited—you can’t even glimpse the truth above this world.”
Bao scratched his head. “Is it really so incredible?”
Head Wolf smiled. “I used to think so too, until I met Master Jiang. From now on, whenever there’s an opportunity, visit the Jiang family more often. Remember: talk less, do more. I don’t want us to provoke Master Jiang’s displeasure. Now I finally understand why Brother Hao respects him so deeply.”
“I hear the Xia family sent people too—probably with the same idea as us.”
Bao nodded. “When I arrived, the Xia family had just left. At this rate, it won’t be long before Master Jiang stands above all of Jiangbei, king among the youth.”
Today, so many bigwigs had visited the Jiang family. Once Master Jiang’s fame spreads, there will be a never-ending stream of dignitaries coming to pay their respects.
“Wolf, what should we do next?”
Bao pressed for an answer.
Head Wolf pondered for a moment, then said coolly, “Wait and watch. Don’t disturb Master Jiang’s life. The underground ring tournament is about to begin—this time, I wonder if a true secular grandmaster will appear?”
At the mention of the underground tournament, Bao’s eyes widened. “A few years back, Yuan Yi, head of the Yuan family, fought bare-chested but lost to Lin Wangtian, ending up crippled for life. Now his son, Yuan Tiangang, is back from the Dragon Soar Squad—he must be hoping to avenge his father’s defeat in this tournament.”
Head Wolf nodded. “I’ve heard Yuan Tiangang invited a secular master at the peak of the inner force realm, apparently a military man. The Xia family’s right branch is getting involved too, backed by a powerful secular figure. If he makes a move, I reckon only Master Jiang can match him in all of Jiangbei.”
A master of the combined force realm?
Bao didn’t really grasp the concept of the secular martial world.
“Wolf, are masters of the combined force realm really as formidable as the rumors say?”
A Mao, who was most fascinated by secular martial artists, chimed in.
Head Wolf narrowed his eyes and spoke with deliberate emphasis: “A true master can stand against a thousand soldiers!”
Life and death are at their command—your fate lies in their hands, not in the will of heaven.
That is a master!