From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Why has my elder brother been gone for so long?"

On the boat, Niu Wenxian held a teacup, his brows furrowed, his sinister eyes constantly scanning his surroundings with vigilance.

Who cares?

Niu Er said in a haughty tone.

He leaned against the gunwale, sitting opposite Niu Wenxian, feeling the cool evening breeze blowing across the river.

The covered boat was moored in the dark river.

It was dark all around, with only a few fishing lights flickering like beans.

"what?"

But then the boatman, who was peering out into the dark water, suddenly cried out:

"How strange! Why are there so many large splashes of water churning up from underwater? Could we have run into a water ghost?!"

Niu Wenxian became alert upon hearing this.

He jumped to his feet, exclaiming urgently, "Something's wrong! Quick! Quick!"

wow-

Before the word "fast" was even finished, the sound of water suddenly intensified!

One by one, figures, like black fish, leaped out of the water, dripping with water and carrying the fishy smell of the riverbed, and landed heavily on the deck of the awning boat.

"Bang—!"

The ship jolted and rocked violently.

Everyone was horrified and dumbfounded. Only after looking closely did they realize that the dark figures were not water ghosts.

are people.

They are all dead people!

Soaked to the bone, with a bluish-black complexion, some with a hole in their chest, others missing limbs.

If it's not dead, then what is it?!

"ah--!"

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The boatman screamed and fell straight backward.

He was closest to the bow of the boat, and as he peered out into the water, he unexpectedly bumped into a dead face that burst out of the water. The face was deathly pale, with empty eye sockets. The dead face was so close to his ear that it breathed out a breath, and the boatman's eyes rolled back immediately, and he fainted from fright.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the teacup shattered on the ground.

Upon seeing a dead body emerge from the water, Niu Er was terrified. His pale, monkey-like face lost all color, his mouth agape, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Niu Wenxian subconsciously took a half step back, his hand holding the teacup trembling so much that he didn't even realize the tea in the cup had spilled.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The two men trembled violently, too terrified to muster any strength to resist.

The dead slowly approached.

One step, two steps...

"Bang!"

Niu Er was pinned to the ground by the swarm of dead men.

His eyes were still filled with fear when he noticed a pair of large, cold, stiff, and wet hands pressing against his waist and abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, the sash loosened, the trousers covering the legs were pulled down, and the fur trousers were torn open.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

Niu Er screamed in terror, but the dead remained unmoved.

He seemed to have guessed something, but before he could finish speaking, a black dragon entered the cave.

"Pfft!"

The cave burst open.

"ah--!"

Niu Er let out a miserable scream.

Niu Wenxian was covered in cold sweat. At this moment, he was being held down by two figures, one on each side, with his arms forcibly pressed down. He was kneeling to Niu Er's left, and his eyelids were pried open with cold, stiff fingers, forcing him to watch this scene with his own eyes.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The awning boat rocked for a moment.

...

"Two days have passed. Has Zhang San, a member of the Money Gang, sold his item?"

Ok?

In the distance, Jiang She stared at the small characters that suddenly appeared before him, and was slightly taken aback.

no....

Is that even possible?!

He originally had no intention of selling these dead people, because they were all men and it would be difficult to do so in two days. However, he did not expect that "two days" could be used in this way.

That's wonderful, wonderful!

Having learned from Niu Er's example, Jiang She slowly turned his attention to Niu Wenxian.

"This lad is fair-skinned, but he's full of wicked schemes. Of the three Niu brothers, he's the most hateful!"

"But I'll also let you taste what it's like to be forced into marriage."

Before Jiang She could finish speaking, another heart-wrenching scream rang out from the awning boat:

"Ah—! No!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The awning boat rocked for quite a while.

...

The next day, at the ferry crossing in the capital.

In the teahouses and on the docks, people were talking about it.

"Haven't you heard? There was a water ghost in the river last night, which killed two people!"

"A water ghost? Is it real?"

"How could it not be true! Old Zhang, the oarsman, told me himself that the water ghost suddenly emerged from the water, with a blue face and fangs, truly terrifying..."

"Hmph! What water ghost? My brother-in-law in the yamen said those two had their buttocks ripped apart! Water ghosts don't eat people's hearts, livers, brains, and marrow anymore, they've started ripping out people's buttocks now?"

"That man died on Old Zhang's boat. Old Zhang himself said so. How could it be fake?"

"..."

There were many different opinions, and the story spread like wildfire.

Before long, the news spread like wildfire and became known to everyone.

Some suspect it was the work of a water ghost, while others suspect it was the work of some scoundrel who practiced evil arts.

During this period.

The real culprit was inside the house, tallying up the proceeds from selling seventeen members of the Money Gang.

Jiang She glanced at the panel.

Attack: 9

Defense: 9

"Stamina: 1"

"Mana: 1"

"Only attack and defense have been increased."

Jiang She was somewhat disappointed. "These people are all unranked martial artists. Their life level is still within the range of normal people. Even if there were a hundred or eighty more, it wouldn't increase their stamina."

Physical strength, or vitality, represents a leap in life level with each point of value.

Even a cultivator like the Third Madam, who hasn't yet reached the Qi Refining stage, is still nothing more than a mortal ant.

With an attack power of 9 points, it is only a hair's breadth away from being equal to the killing power of a rank-1 martial artist.

"There's nothing else worth noting."

Jiang She counted his spoils; what was displayed on the panel were nothing more than boxing manuals and sword manuals—mostly common stuff.

"I have the Third Madam's 'Qi-Inducing Scripture' to cultivate, so why do I need these martial arts skills? However... this 'Qi-Inducing Scripture' is a method of replenishing yang by absorbing yin, which is fast to cultivate, but it is also very easy to go astray and become possessed by demons."

Thinking of this, Jiang She looked listless.

He possessed the skill, but he didn't want to suffer a qi deviation.

Just then, a familiar word appeared before his eyes.

"Last month's Qi-inducing exercise!"

"How could he also possess this skill?!"

Jiang She's attention was immediately drawn to it, and with a glance, he instantly understood the whole story.

"This 'Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month' was left by Little Stone, a member of the Money Gang. No one else knows that this is a Taoist book he privately kept. He found it at the Ghost Market. He thought it was some kind of profound martial arts, but he didn't expect that he couldn't understand it at all."

Jiang She pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen and recited the "Qi-Inducing Scripture of the Last Month" from memory.

After finishing the book, I obtained a Daoist text of three thousand words.

He immediately opened it and saw that what was written on the paper was the same as the "Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month" in the Third Madam's hand...

It's different!

"How could this happen?"

Jiang She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly picked up his pen and wrote down the Third Madam's "Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month" as well, placing it on the same table for comparison.

Much later...

Jiang She understood.

"So that's how it is!"

"The Dharma should not be passed on lightly. The Taoist books written by cultivators are all written in secret texts. These secret texts are like Morse code among cultivators, with a thousand interpretations for each word. Naturally, the Taoist books translated by different people will also be different."

Jiang She held the two copies of "The Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month" in his hands and said, "These two cultivation methods should come from the same Daoist book, but were translated and left by different cultivators."

That's why there's this difference.

He examined them closely and discovered that the two cultivation techniques had something in common. He exclaimed with delight:

"But this is a good thing for me! These two 'Qi-Inducing Scriptures of Last Month' can be used interchangeably to create a new 'Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month' specifically for the cultivation of the furnace cauldron."

"Then I will use this cauldron again, which is equivalent to me cultivating."

"But this furnace also requires immortal resources."

Jiang She's gaze darkened as it fell upon the words "Xu Qingyue, the root of immortality."

His gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"Fortunately, Madam Xu hid a golden temple."

"I'll buy Xu Qingyue!"