Chapter Sixty-Two: The Legendary Earth Immortal!

Tengshan Villa.

Jiang Yu sat in the grand hall, one leg crossed over the other, his expression serene. His delicate features betrayed no trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or delight, as if his emotions had been refined to their utmost restraint.

Du Yanran and Han Chen, along with a few others, stood cautiously beside Jiang Yu. Curious glances stole toward his profile, marveling at how this young man seemed utterly transformed after his time away from Yuncheng.

The one suffering most was Han Chen. From beginning to end, Jiang Yu had ignored him completely. For someone with such an outstanding background, who outshone his peers among the younger generation, this disregard was utterly devastating. Standing beside Jiang Yu, Han Chen felt as insubstantial as air.

Since entering with the group, Sun Wanyue’s expression had shifted continually—wonder, astonishment, confusion, discomfort—a multitude of emotions buried within her heart. If not for Jiang Yu, with her fortune of over ten million, she might never have had the chance to set foot in a villa like this.

She had consoled herself countless times, reminding herself that Han Chen was young, distinguished, and well-connected. Even though Jiang Yu had repeatedly made her see him in a new light, she still thought there was some gap between him and Han Chen. Yet now, as she compared the man she had so admired to Jiang Yu, Han Chen was instantly eclipsed.

Only now did she truly realize the vast chasm between Han Chen and Jiang Yu.

In the center of the hall stood a group led by Liu Huai’an, comprised of all the Liu family’s top members in Tengshan—almost everyone was present.

Jiang Yu waved to Young Master Liu. “Come and sit by my side.”

A look of wild delight spread across Young Master Liu’s face. This gesture from Jiang Yu was as good as an endorsement. Amid envious stares, he hurried over, grinning so broadly his mouth resembled a toad’s.

Even a dog, with Jiang Yu’s backing, would be the most formidable in all of Monan Province.

To stay by Jiang Yu’s side—even as a dog—was no dishonor. He was overjoyed. If Jiang Yu would teach him even a fraction of his skills, wouldn't he be able to walk unchallenged in the future? That was Liu’s objective; he coveted neither wealth nor status, but yearned for power.

The events in Liusha Town had left a mark, altering the worldview he’d built over more than twenty years. Compared to true strength, money and position were trivial.

“Master Jiang, are you leaving for Yuzhou today? I’ve already had food and wine prepared,” Liu Huai’an said, somewhat regretful, hoping to persuade him to stay one more night. If only he could leave a good impression on this man, that in itself would be a success.

An hour earlier, Zhou Xu, the big boss from Huaizhou, had spent half an hour recounting everything that happened in Liusha Town, showing several short videos he’d taken himself. Upon witnessing the martial artists’ battles with his own eyes, any last shred of doubt in Liu Huai’an’s heart vanished—replaced completely by awe.

When he saw a martial artist leap from a helicopter, he was rendered speechless.

Jiang Yu nodded. “I have things to attend to and will be leaving soon.”

According to what Xiahou Sheng had said, the auction for the Blue Rock Snow Lotus would be held tomorrow. This trip to Yuzhou was not only to visit the Huating headquarters, but also to obtain that lotus.

For this, he had called upon Ma Tianzong and a few others, intending to pool their funds and, at any cost, acquire the snow lotus. If the lotus proved to be over five hundred years old, anyone who dared compete for it might well be killed on the spot. With his current status, as long as he didn’t go too far, even killing a few people wouldn’t threaten his place in the secular world.

After all, if anyone in power wanted to move against Jiang Yu, they’d be facing all the major figures of Jiangbei and Monan Provinces. If these powerful individuals united in resistance, even the prosperity of China itself might be set back by two years.

Young Master Liu peeled an orange and handed it to Jiang Yu. “Boss Jiang, please have some. We can depart whenever you wish. I’ve transferred a commercial helicopter from headquarters. It’ll be here in an hour, and we’ll arrive by tonight.”

Jiang Yu smiled. “If you handle things well for me, I might grant you some opportunities in the future. How far you go will depend on your own fortune.”

Of course, Liu’s little schemes could not escape Jiang Yu’s notice.

Liu grinned foolishly.

In his heart, he already worshipped Jiang Yu like a deity. If allowed, he’d even build a temple just for him, lighting incense and bowing in reverence each day. But these thoughts he kept to himself; if he spoke them aloud, Jiang Yu might ascend on the spot.

After a moment’s thought, Liu Huai’an ventured, “Master Jiang, may I ask what business you have in Yuzhou? I have some connections with the chairman of Huating Group. If you’d like, I can send someone to handle it for you.”

Huating?

A faint, enigmatic smile appeared on Jiang Yu’s lips. Gu Feifei’s expression also became peculiar.

“I’m heading there this time to destroy Huating. Tell me, do you have the ability for that?”

The words left everyone stunned.

Liu Huai’an’s heart pounded as he inhaled sharply. Even Zhou Xu was shaken, quickly interjecting, “Master Jiang, while you certainly have the power to annihilate Huating, if you really do, even the authorities will get involved. Teaching them a lesson is one thing, but wiping them out…”

Jiang Yu smiled. “And if I do wipe them out, what then?”

Zhou Xu and Liu Huai’an exchanged a bitter smile. This man truly feared nothing; it seemed the world held nothing that could restrain him.

Zhou Xu explained, “Huating is secretly controlled by many powerful figures, and its influence extends across China. In recent years, it’s become the leading entertainment company, valued at over a hundred billion dollars. Consider how much profit the entertainment industry has brought to the country—the impact of its destruction would be unprecedented. Many would move against you.

“But most importantly, Huating’s largest shareholder is the Rothschild superfamily from America. Using Huating as a springboard, they’ve entered the Chinese market. In exchange, they’ve invested two billion dollars in projects here, spanning hundreds of industries and employing millions. The most frightening consequence wouldn’t fall on China, but on the Rothschild family itself.”

Jiang Yu laughed. “If it’s just because this family controls thirty percent of the world’s economy, that alone is not enough to deter me, is it?”

Zhou Xu nodded respectfully. “Correct. The Rothschilds’ greatest trump card is the presence of a Hegemon master within their ranks—everyone knows this. But what’s truly terrifying is that, according to rumor, their family has produced an Earth Immortal, called the Great Radiant Deity, said to walk with God Himself.”

Earth Immortal?

Jiang Yu furrowed his brow in thought. The strongest he’d faced was Shen Wan’an, a half-step Hegemon. He didn’t truly know what power a secular Hegemon wielded, let alone someone at the Earth Immortal realm.

Earth was once a brilliant star of cultivation, home to undying Golden Immortals of the Grand Completion stage. Jiang Yu believed that even if an Earth Immortal had appeared in modern times, they would be hiding in some remote cave or secluded land, their life force nearly exhausted.

If he encountered one, he could still kill them with his trump cards.

This planet was an endless ocean, and cultivators were but fish within it. Even the most powerful innate cultivator, the so-called Return-to-One Earth Immortal, could not leap beyond this ocean. The ocean itself was the world’s spiritual essence—without it, all creatures within would wither and die, trapped forever.

The Rothschilds were indeed the first family to give Jiang Yu pause.

Still, Jiang Yu burst out laughing. “Even if that so-called Earth Immortal of the Rothschilds arrives, I can still face him. What I wish to destroy—no one in this world can protect.”

Caution did not mean fear.

Unless a Nascent Soul cultivator appeared, Jiang Yu could go unchallenged. If he returned to his peak, not even nuclear weapons on this planet could harm him. By then, he would truly be invincible.

Zhou Xu was filled with dread, silently mourning Huating dozens of times. To provoke this god of slaughter—bringing out even the Rothschilds—was still not enough to deter him. It seemed Huating’s doom was sealed.

In this world, only those of equal realm—Hegemon masters, Earth Immortals, or perhaps the might of the nation itself—could hope to restrain Jiang Yu.

Let’s not forget, after all, China still had Gu Changsheng.

Jiang Yu stood, his gaze sweeping toward Yuzhou, as if piercing all distance straight to Huating itself. His eyes were deep and vast.

“I look forward to meeting this so-called Great Radiant Deity of the Rothschilds, the one said to walk with God.”

From outside the villa, the thundering roar of a helicopter approached.