From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

The moon hangs low in the sky, and the night is deep.

Outside the clinic, Jiang She and Xiao Suntou stood side by side, waiting.

"Tap tap tap—"

Little Sun paced back and forth, his black boots scraping against the bluestone slabs, making a soft "rustling" sound.

His brows were furrowed, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his dark eyes were fixed on the door of the clinic, as if he wanted to stare a hole through it.

"Why aren't they out yet...?"

Little Sun muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

During the day.

When Yunniang fainted in the kitchen, Xiao Suntou was in the house diligently memorizing martial arts moves. When he heard the news and rushed over, his face turned ashen.

At this moment, his lips were even chapped, but he didn't bother to lick them. He just kept craning his neck to look through the crack in the door.

"Little Sun, don't be anxious."

Jiang She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Doctor Wang is a well-established doctor in Cuiyun Lane, so Yunniang will be fine."

"I know."

"But Brother Jiang...sigh, you don't understand..."

As Xiao Sun spoke, his eyes suddenly darted away.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door of the clinic was pushed open from the inside out, and Doctor Wang stepped out carrying his medicine box. Although there was weariness in his eyes, his expression was very peaceful. He glanced over Xiao Suntou's tightly clenched fist and nodded slightly to Jiang She.

"Dr. Wang, Yunniang, she..."

"He's mostly recovered, but he was a little shaken and can't be moved from his bed yet. He'll stay at the clinic tonight to rest."

Jiang She cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Then I will trouble you, Doctor Wang."

As he spoke, he patted Xiao Sun on the shoulder again:

"Young Master Sun, come back with me first."

Little Sun shook his head: "Brother Jiang, you should go back first. I won't be leaving tonight."

Jiang She nodded, but did not say anything more.

After all, Yunniang is Xiaosuntou's betrothed. Now that Yunniang is ill, it is reasonable for Xiaosuntou to stay by her side, even if it is a bit improper.

Jiang She asked Doctor Wang a few more questions, and only after receiving a reply that the other party had no objection did he feel relieved.

Since the clinic was a family business passed down for three generations of the Wang family, and the doctor did not usually reside there, Jiang She carried a lantern and escorted the doctor all the way to his home before bidding farewell and returning home.

...

"Squeak!"

The wooden door opened gently and then closed gently again.

Xiao Sun took the door latch, gently pushed it into the slot, and carefully lowered the crossbeam to make sure the door was tightly closed. Only then did he step back under the eaves and sit on a low stool outside.

Inside the room, Yunniang slowly woke up.

"Cough cough..."

"Yunniang, you're awake!"

"Brother Sun? Where am I?"

"Wang's Medical Clinic in Cuiyun Lane".

Xiao Sun responded. Even through the wall, this not-so-sensitive man could hear the tremor in the woman's voice. He knew Yunniang was afraid, and he knew exactly what she was afraid of. So he patted his chest and said confidently:

"Yunniang, don't be afraid. This is not the Xu family's residence, and there are no villains around. Besides, I'm here tonight to guard you. Even if there are bad guys, I'll make sure they don't leave alive!"

"Um...."

Yunniang responded softly, her voice pitiful.

After a long pause, he said, "Brother Sun, why don't we go back to the Xu family and ask our master to let us resign from this job?"

Ok?

Resignation?

Xiao Sun was stunned for a moment, then said, "Yunniang, what nonsense are you talking about? You and I were both sold into the Xu family by the servants, and we're now registered as slaves. How can we quit this job without redeeming ourselves..."

Yunniang's voice was soft: "I...I've saved up some silver, enough to redeem us..."

"..."

Xiao Sun was silent for a moment, then said with heartache, "Yunniang, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

He understood what Yunniang meant: the truth would eventually come out, but since they had no one to rely on or use as a shield, they had no choice but to retreat before the fire spread.

This grievance was directed at Yunniang, but wasn't he also feeling wronged? Why should his woman be defiled, yet he had to swallow his anger and suffer in silence?

Why should two people who love each other bear the consequences when that man trembled and urinated?

On what grounds?

Why should that be allowed?!

Little Sun couldn't understand it.

I can't figure it out either...

"I'm not wronged."

A woman's voice leaked from the crack in the window, trembling with fear and trepidation. Before she could finish speaking, she added:

"Brother Sun, following you... won't be a hardship."

Click!

Hearing this, Xiao Sun felt as if his heart had been pinched and ripped apart by two fingers. The more sensible Yunniang seemed, the more pain and fear he felt.

"Shh..."

The old lantern hanging outside the door swayed slightly.

A breeze blew from the depths of the alley, brushing against the bluestone slabs, cool and refreshing, and swirling up a few withered leaves that hadn't survived the harsh winter.

Spring has arrived, yet the chill in the world remains undiminished.

Xiao Sun shrank his neck, feeling the wind seeping straight up his collar and into his stomach. He felt a chill, but he only felt that it was the wrong season. The biting wind had not yet dissipated, and it made his heart feel cold.

"Thump!"

A figure climbed over the wall.

"Who?!"

Sun's head has pointed ears.

Upon hearing the "crack" sound of a black boot snapping a dry branch coming from the corner, he immediately turned his head to look.

His eyes were sharp, and before he could even focus, he spotted a figure, tall and broad-shouldered, with a back as thick as a small mountain, which blocked most of the already dim moonlight in that corner.

Compared to him, Xiao Suntou, who was less than seven feet tall, appeared rather frail.

He was like a mountain, towering and majestic, while Xiao Suntou was like an egg, looking up at that mountain.

But Little Sun was not afraid.

Perhaps, he has no choice but to be afraid right now!

...

"Who are you? What brings you here?"

Xiao Sun straightened his back, took a step forward, and gripped the wooden stick in his hand so tightly that it made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

The figure remained silent, walking silently to the center of the courtyard.

A faint moonlight streamed into the courtyard, dimming the eaves on both sides, while the center shone with a bright white light.

The person walked into the moonlight.

Xiao Sun got a clear look at his face.

"Niuda?"

"Niu Da!"

Upon hearing the name "Niu Da," Yunniang inside the house immediately screamed in terror. Her body trembled like a leaf, and she kept wiping her inner thighs.

Upon hearing this commotion, Xiao Sun's expression faltered slightly.

"Niu Da? How could it be you?!"

He exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Niu Da was a simple and honest man, with no cunning or scheming in his heart. This was common knowledge among the guards. When Yunniang was humiliated, Xiao Sun suspected all the men in the Xu family, but he never suspected Niu Da.

But unexpectedly... it really was him...

"Brother Niu, I'll ask you one more time, what brings you here in the dead of night?"

Xiao Sun's eyes were bloodshot, gleaming with a sinister light, but his tone... still carried a hint of schadenfreude.

But Niu Da remained silent.

He scratched his dark head, grinned to reveal his white teeth, and just chuckled, remaining silent the whole time.

"Ha, then I'll beat you until you tell!"

Xiao Sun's expression hardened, and he suddenly exerted force in his wrist, thrusting out the wooden stick in his hand like lightning as he stepped forward to close the distance.

"Bang—!"

The stick whistled through the air, creating a strong gust of wind that even poked a hole in the dust particles!

Compared to stick techniques, this move is more like a spear stance. Although it lacks fancy moves, it is a practical method for guarding and capturing enemies.

This is the result of his usual hard work and practice!

But Niu Da didn't dodge. He simply stretched out one hand, his five fingers spread, his palm like an iron shield, to meet the club that was aimed straight at his throat.

"Bang—!"

With a muffled thud, the wooden stick came to an abrupt halt.

Niu Da grabbed the end of the stick and held it firmly in his palm, making it difficult to advance the stick any further.

Xiao Sun tried to pull it out, but couldn't budge it. He tried to push forward, but couldn't move the heavy, mountain-like Niu Da either.

But Niu Da gripped the stick tightly with one hand, clenched his fist and pressed it against his waist and abdomen. As he planted his feet firmly on the ground, he suddenly twisted his waist and shoulders, using the residual force of Xiao Sun's thrusting stick to pull him back.

"Clang!"

In the quiet courtyard, a loud clang was heard.

Xiao Sun's head and tiger's mouth went numb, and the wooden stick almost slipped from his hand. He was nearly knocked over by Niu Da's brute strength, but in that instant, he saw the set of moves that Niu Da was using.

"This is... a real, hard-hitting match!"

Xiao Sun's eyelids twitched.

Brother Jiang's "Returning Clouds and Returning to the Peaks" technique is specifically designed to counter rigid and straightforward methods!