From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Brother Li?!"

Niu Da's face froze. His two cowbell-like eyes were staring at the all-too-familiar face at the door. He froze as if struck by lightning. His hands, which had been roughly untying his trousers, trembled slightly. His five fingers curled up on his waistband as if frozen, unable to move.

Niu Er also paused, pressing against Yunniang's buttocks, making her groan softly.

Only the third brother, Niu Wenxian, was the first to come to his senses, and he quickly tried to evade the question by saying:

"Brother Li, what brings you here?"

Li Nian frowned, but didn't say much for a moment. He had led a group of followers earlier to inquire about the place and come here, but he didn't expect to run into such a thing as soon as he arrived.

As a martial artist of the first rank, he naturally possessed exceptionally keen senses, unlike ordinary people. While his followers might not have heard anything, Li Nian had already overheard the scheme of the three Niu brothers through several doors.

"But unexpectedly, this scheme has backfired on someone else."

Li Nian, his mind made up, frowned and glared angrily at the third son of the Niu family, saying in a disgruntled voice:

"How cowardly and audacious!"

"Stop behaving so foolishly with me!"

He paused, but didn't mention the woman riding beneath Niu Er. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and cursed, "Niu Er, if you want to play around with women, go to a brothel and have your fun. What kind of hero are you, barking and swaggering around in this clinic?!"

Niu Er wanted to argue back.

But this scolding woke Niu Wenxian up.

He quickly apologized, saying, "It was Brother Li who offended my eyes. I will get ready with my brother and we will go to the brothel to have some fun."

Li Nian waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said to him with his back turned, "But you must remember to wake up little Sun, lest he keep people awake all night."

"Yes."

Niu Wenxian bowed deeply.

Li Nian led everyone back to where they came from.

Everything seemed unchanged; Niu Wenxian still held the dagger, and Niu Er still rode Yun Niangzi...

"So...should I still pee on him?"

Watching everyone leave, Niu Da asked hesitantly, pointing to Xiao Suntou, who was tied up at his feet.

"Urine!"

The second and third brothers spoke in unison.

Niu Da nodded and went to untie his trousers.

"Splash..."

A stream of hot urine was poured over his head.

The cloudy yellow urine, foamy and foul-smelling, instantly soaked Xiao Sun's face.

He shuddered, coughed, and opened his eyes. What he saw in a blur was Niu Da's unfastened belt.

"Cough cough cough..."

Xiao Sun was stunned.

But then he heard bursts of lewd laughter coming from beside him.

Turning his head, he bumped right into Niu Er, who was swaying back and forth.

"Brother Sun, don't look..."

Yunniang covered her face, sobbing and almost crying out loud.

She was ridden.

He was ridden like a horse by Niu Er again.

Now... Sun Ge'er has seen it...

"thump!"

Yunniang's face was deathly pale, and she felt her heart hanging in suspense, but it eventually sank to the bottom of the water.

She covered her face tightly with her fingers, but she couldn't block Sun Ge'er's shocked gaze from between her fingers, nor could she stop Niu Er's heavy breath from spraying onto the back of her neck.

She seems to be guilty.

But she was the one who suffered!

"Brother Sun, stop looking..."

"Yunniang, I..."

The two victims wept bitterly, their cries like cicadas swallowing dew, their sorrow like a broken string; the three wicked men laughed and chatted intimately, like tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals, their barking like playful dogs.

"call--"

Spring has long arrived here, but inside the house it feels like the dead of winter, with bitter cold and snow.

It chills the heart.

It chills the heart...

...

Sunlight gently fell on the surface of the koi pond, making the scattered gold particles shine even brighter.

Xu Qingyue leaned against the pavilion railing, her legs slanted, her fair hand hanging down, her slender fingers submerged in the pond.

"Thump!"

The koi carp, attracted by the fragrance, stirred and splashed, creating shimmering water.

Sunlight filtered through the screen and fell on the stone table in the pavilion, illuminating a traditional Chinese ink painting on it.

"Miss, Jiang She and Li Nian are already waiting outside. When should we call them in for their duel?"

"Let's wait another half cup of tea."

"Yes."

The maid Qiao'er secretly glanced at the painting on the table. The person in the painting was a man with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, thin lips that seemed to be smiling slightly, a green robe that fluttered in the wind, and a jade belt with a sword hanging at his waist.

"Miss, why are you painting Jiang She?"

Qiao'er was so engrossed in watching that when she asked the question, she forgot to turn her head to look at Xu Qingyue.

Xu Qingyue paused slightly, frowning as she said, "Isn't it all to appease that old immortal?"

"He wants to take me as his disciple, but I don't know what his intentions are. My father is seriously ill and unlikely to recover. The family's legacy, built over generations, rests on my shoulders. If I were to fail, wouldn't I have no face to meet our ancestors in the underworld?"

Therefore, I tactfully said that I had someone I loved.

"But......"

Qiao'er blinked and asked seriously, "Why do we need to draw this Young Master Jiang?"

"laugh."

Xu Qingyue smiled gently: "It's all because of Jiang She, who is the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life."

"whee."

Qiao'er smiled innocently and said:

"That's true. Every time I see Young Master Jiang, my legs go weak with desire."

Xu Qingyue was speechless upon hearing this. She gently lifted her hand from the water, scattering a string of cool water droplets, and chuckled:

"You little rascal, you're thinking of getting married, aren't you?"

"Oh! I didn't!"

Qiao'er blushed deeply.

After a few moments of playful banter, Xu Qingyue composed herself and turned around, intending to call the people outside the courtyard in. However, after scanning the courtyard and looking around, she couldn't find her second uncle, Xu Ningyuan. So, she frowned slightly and softly asked those around her:

"This competition is something that Zhongfu wants to consider."

"Why hasn't Zhongfu come?"

"Miss...."

Qiao'er's eyebrows curved slightly as she said softly, "Second Master has been in the Jingzhao Prefecture these past few days and has not been able to return."

Xu Qingyue frowned slightly and asked in a soft voice, "Is it about the night watchman's matter?"

"That's true."

Qiao'er nodded obediently. She had served the young lady since childhood and could be considered a close confidante. She answered softly, speaking without reservation.

"A few days ago, Second Master set a trap to capture the thief who murdered Manager Feng. He dispatched no less than several hundred men and laid a net that was virtually flawless. However, this scoundrel seemed to have wings. She came and went without a trace, and managed to escape."

"Now... we only know that the thief was a woman, but the Black Court has lost a sixth-rank martial artist in this case."

"I'm afraid Prince Jing is going to suffer some consequences."

Xu Qingyue nodded slightly, naturally agreeing with these words, and simply said:

"The night watchman is, after all, Prince Jing's face. My family borrowed men from the underworld, but ended up losing a yamen runner. Even if Prince Jing is kind and benevolent by nature, he should still show some anger to set an example for others."

"If Uncle Zhong returns, it will only be in two or three days."

Qiao'er nodded, her eyes lowered as she pondered, and whispered, "If that old immortal could lend my family a helping hand, that would be wonderful."

As he spoke, he frowned again, looking sullen, and said:

"But his temperament is truly peculiar, shrouded in mystery, making it impossible for people to see him clearly."

Xu Qingyue smiled upon hearing this and shook her head, saying:

"But I wonder... if they are truly immortals."