From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Two days have passed. Will the Third Madam sell it?"

"Sell!"

Looking at the small characters rippling in the water before him, Jiang She made a resolute decision without the slightest hesitation.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, his body trembled violently. A mixture of clear and turbid energy flowed in with the moonlight from the window, trickling into his limbs and bones like flowing water, warm and soothing. Finally, it gathered together, condensed into a ball, and fell into his dantian acupoint.

"Is this what magic is?"

Jiang She pondered, carefully sensing the Qi Hai acupoint, and saw a warm current, fine as silk, consisting of eighty-one strands.

"This wisp of spiritual energy is equivalent to a year's cultivation. The Third Madam's magnificent horse took the shortcut of absorbing people's essence; otherwise... how could it have achieved such cultivation in just over ten years?"

"But I got off easy!"

Jiang She pondered to himself and then summoned the control panel to take a look.

Attack: 1

Defense: 1

"Stamina: 1"

"Mana: 1"

"Divine sense: Within a radius of ten zhang, nothing is missed."

"Excellent tactic!"

Jiang She grunted and broke free of the ropes binding his hands and feet. He then suddenly thrust his waist forward and knocked the Third Madam down.

"ah--!"

The Third Madam let out a miserable cry, about to do something, when she was shocked to realize that all her cultivation and destiny had vanished. She looked at Jiang She and saw that his eyes were bright and golden, and she was stunned for a moment, only able to say timidly:

"No, impossible, how could you possibly have...."

"What?"

Jiang She grinned wickedly. He was in a superior position, and golden light emanated from his sinister eyes.

That was none other than the Third Madam's discerning eye and destiny!

She stared blankly into Jiang She's eyes and exclaimed, "No, impossible! How can you have cultivation? How can you have cultivation!"

Jiang She did not answer, but simply raised one hand, his five fingers joined together like a knife, and channeled his magic power to condense a golden light that enveloped him.

"Golden Light Technique".

"It's the Golden Light Technique!"

"Why do you possess this golden light technique?!"

Seeing the golden light in his hand, the Third Madam's eyes widened in horror. She recognized the golden light as the very golden light technique she had painstakingly cultivated for over a decade. However, faced with her questioning, Jiang She remained silent, only glancing at the control panel:

"Attack: 2↑(+1)"

"Defense: 2↑(+1)"

"Mana: 0↓(-1)"

"A spell that combines offense and defense? It's easy to cast and quite useful, but I wonder how powerful it is..."

Jiang She kept his eyes fixed on the Third Madam.

The third wife was terrified. Having lost her cultivation, she finally trembled like a little woman and said in a shaky voice:

"Jiang She, what...what are you going to do!"

What are you doing?

Jiang She paused, looking at the woman who had caused him to take the poison and then forced a memory upon him. He lowered his body, leaned close to her ear, and whispered like a cat playing with a mouse:

"Wasn't it the Third Madam who was looking for me?"

"I... am that old devil!!"

"W-what?!"

The third wife was stunned for a moment. Before she could utter the word "yao," she heard a soft "plop" in her chest. She instinctively looked down and saw a golden hand piercing her chest.

"puff!"

The hand was pulled out, and blood gushed from the chest.

The splattered blood was still warm, but the Third Madam's body gradually lost its temperature. Her eyes were wide open, still filled with the terror she felt when she heard the old ghost's name, but one hand had already drooped down, hanging lifelessly at the head of the bed.

"Finally, revenge has been achieved!"

Jiang She dressed and got out of bed. He rummaged around the room for a while, then glanced at the woman on the bed and thought:

"The Third Madam is a rogue cultivator who usually cultivates by absorbing external resources. She has little in the way of resources and magical artifacts, but she still searched thoroughly. However, she still couldn't find the antidote for the poison. It seems that she can only practice the techniques on the Xuanjin Bracelet first, so that she can use the techniques to detoxify herself."

"Fortunately, the Third Madam's cultivation and destiny all belong to me. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have had the way to learn that move."

One side of the world, one side of the people.

Although the Xuanjin Bracelet is a flawed magical artifact, refining it or cultivating its techniques requires a skilled practitioner. Jiang She has now at least condensed a wisp of magical power, which, while not much, is enough to begin practicing this technique.

He tidied himself up, then carefully wiped away all traces of himself, and tore the Third Madam's clothes to shreds, creating the scene of a thief breaking into the house and raping her.

I looked at it again.

Then he clapped his hands, satisfied, and went out the door.

Before long, Jiang She sneaked back to the back room in the front courtyard, which was reserved for servants. He lay on the couch and thought:

"The Xu family is incredibly wealthy. Just renovating the courtyard alone cost them no less than ten thousand taels of silver. The courtyard has thirteen courtyards, which is already the standard for a royal residence. But Miss Xu Qingyue's courtyard is even more elaborate, with three courtyards. The first courtyard is for maids, the second for guests, and the third is the young lady's boudoir, adorned with fine silks and jade trees—how magnificent!"

"But now the Third Madam is ordering me to kill her..."

"I don't know how the Xu family will handle this matter tomorrow, but it's not my concern anymore. Anyway, there are plenty of people to worry about it."

Jiang She smiled, and the tension in his heart suddenly eased, followed by a wave of drowsiness washing over him.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day.

It was barely dawn when Jiang She, who was used to sleeping in, was already unable to fall asleep. He got dressed and got out of bed, covering his forehead, thinking, "Jiang She is used to getting up at this time of day. I dare not disrupt his schedule and let others see through my routine."

But as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Little Sun running excitedly towards him, the ancestral sword he had sold him the day before tucked into his waistband. Seeing Jiang She through the moon gate, Little Sun chuckled.

"Brother Jiang, you're up? I have some good news to share with you, Brother Jiang."

"Oh? What good news? Tell me about it."

Jiang She raised an eyebrow, and before he could ask the question, he saw Little Sun point behind him and laugh:

"Brother Jiang, people have come to Miss's courtyard. Several maids, all dressed in silk gauze and gold-threaded dew-covered skirts, walk with a fragrant breeze, carrying some things in their hands. They're heading straight for this courtyard; Miss must have sent them to reward you!"

Ok?

Is this a treat for me?

Jiang She was stunned.

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener, who quickly sensed something amiss from Xiao Sun's seemingly insignificant words.

He immediately thought to himself:

"Although Jiang She has rendered meritorious service in protecting his master, he was injured for over a month, and no one from Xu Qingyue's courtyard came to comfort him. Now that his injuries have healed, he's thinking of me? Something's not right, something's very wrong!"

But since he was living under someone else's roof, he dared not say it outright. He could only smile and wave his hand in refusal, as if he had heard some rare good news.

"The monthly allowance given by Miss is already sufficient. How could I accept such a generous gift? I dare not ask for anything more."

"Hey, Brother Jiang, you're wrong about that."

Little Sun shook his head, leaned closer, and whispered, "We servants earn no more than three taels a month. What's the point of risking our lives for our masters? We just get by day by day. But Brother Jiang, you almost died protecting Miss. If that can't be exchanged for some silver with the master, wouldn't that discourage the servants?"

"Then you're buying this precious sword?"

"Naturally, it's to save my life!"

"..."

Jiang She was speechless for a moment.

Just as he was about to speak to him again, he heard footsteps approaching from outside the courtyard. He turned his head and saw four or five maids walking into the courtyard.

"Jiang She, you're in luck!"

"Sister Rong is too kind. How could I possibly be so fortunate?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Jiang She raised his hand in a salute. When he looked closely again, he saw that the maid who spoke was born with hips wider than her shoulders, a waist as slender as a willow, and a plump figure, just like a full autumn pear.

Take a closer look.

Then you can see that the maid's skirt is stretched taut by her hips and buttocks. With each step she takes, the outline of her dimples sways gently under the thin gauze, heavy yet endlessly captivating.

"Gurgle..."

Jiang She heard a sound of swallowing beside him. Glancing over, he saw Little Sun raising his arm and secretly wiping his mouth. He quickly coughed and smiled at the maid:

"I wonder what kind of good fortune Sister Rong is referring to?"

He kept calling her "sister," which delighted Xu Rong. She covered her lips and chuckled, saying:

"So that my lord may know that Miss Qingyue, mindful of your merit in protecting your master, has specially sent me here to present you with nourishing herbs."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved.

Then the maids behind her stepped forward, carrying mahogany trays covered with brocade, and the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs and plants.

Jiang She looked over and saw Xu Rong lift the brocade one by one, revealing several medicinal herbs on the tray:

"This is Paris polyphylla, which has seven leaves and one flower, but this particular Paris polyphylla has six leaves and is a hundred years old. It can warm the tendons and nourish the blood."

"This is a Bodhi fruit, which can heal internal injuries."

"This is...."

She pointed to each of the medicinal herbs that had just been taken from the storeroom and told Jiang She their names and medicinal effects.

Jiang She listened carefully, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He looked at the herbs and sneered inwardly, "Ha! Why send them now, of all times, after 'Jiang She' has recovered? What's this? Offering help for no reason?"

"Could this be some kind of trap...?"

As Jiang She was pondering this, he heard the maid laugh again: "Please don't refuse these herbs, Young Master Jiang. Also, Miss wishes to invite you to the courtyard for a face-to-face discussion."

really!

Upon hearing this, Jiang She thought to himself, "Why now of all times? It can't be anything good!"

He pondered, glancing at the herbs that had been delivered. They were fragrant and rich, but he couldn't quite make out their nature; they were certainly valuable.

So he thought:

"Let's deal with this for now. Once I sell these herbs and get some money, then..."

"Ha! What Miss Xu?"

I'm really going to threaten you!