From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Haunted?

Ah, that's not it.

Jiang She chuckled inwardly, his eyes fixed on the Xu family's young lady in the picture.

Xu Qingyue was born charming and beautiful. Her breasts were no smaller than those of Madam Xu, but her waist was extremely slender, shaped like a gourd that could be grasped in one hand. With the belt tied around her waist, her curves were even more prominent. From a distance, they looked like two large watermelons heavily resting on the table. Her buttocks were even more plump and perky, like a pair of tender, juicy peaches sitting softly on the stool.

At this moment, she felt as if she were possessed by a ghost, unable to move her limbs. It felt as if a man's hand was stroking her swan-like neck, which made her tremble all over. Her originally fair and jade-like cheeks suddenly turned a light red, like the glow of the sunset reflecting on snow, spreading from her ears to her pink cheeks. Her beautiful almond eyes were filled with tears, but also with fear, and her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings startled by the wind.

"Heh...heh...heh..."

Xu Qingyue breathed heavily, her breathing becoming rapid. Her body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, revealing a glimpse of her neckline. Her two large breasts, like watermelons, supported her full bosom, causing it to tremble as if in an earthquake. Her legs were tightly pressed together beneath her skirt, almost as if they were about to leak water. Although she was still sitting on the stool, her buttocks shifted uncomfortably, causing the fabric of her skirt to ripple and reveal a thin line along her buttocks, which then slumped slightly.

"Uncle...Uncle...It's really...it's haunted!"

She spoke hastily, but her words came out haltingly.

Xu Ningyuan was stunned. He couldn't hear clearly, but seeing his niece twisting her legs and blushing with shyness, she was in an unprecedentedly charming and unrestrained state, and he immediately felt something was amiss.

He repeatedly said, "Qiao'er, quickly go and fetch a doctor!"

"No, no, don't call a doctor..."

Xu Qingyue's face was flushed, and she looked as if she had collapsed from fright. Her shoulders were half exposed, and she was covered in sweat, but she could only shake her head and say:

"It's not an illness, it's possession by a ghost."

Possessed by a ghost?!

Upon hearing those words, Xu Ningyuan's heart skipped a beat. His eyes darted around anxiously, and he said hesitantly:

"Is my house really haunted?"

"That's hard to say..."

Xu Qingyue shook her head slightly, clutching her heaving chest, and said, "It was only a moment ago, but my hands and feet were already under my control again. If I had really encountered a ghost, it would have been more than this."

After she finished speaking, she breathed out a fragrant breath.

Clearly, he was still shaken and lingering fear.

"Ugh."

Xu Ningyuan frowned: "Better safe than sorry. I've heard that there's an old temple of a mountain god on Jade Mountain in the west of the city. Some villagers have seen the temple walls emit golden light at midnight. Perhaps there are some divine beings enshrined in that temple. We shouldn't delay. I'll go to that temple now to pray for you and burn incense."

"That's not urgent."

Seeing that Xu Ningyuan had finished speaking and was about to leave, Xu Qingyue quickly stopped him: "Uncle, have you forgotten? We have a 'celestial being' in our family who refuses to leave the shop."

"Alas!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Ningyuan immediately understood and laughed:

"I almost forgot that the old sage claimed to have a connection with my Xu family. Given this strange occurrence, we should ask him to examine the house and protect it. If the prayers at the temple are effective, that would be the icing on the cake. This two-pronged approach is the best strategy."

"Uncle Zhong, please think it over carefully."

Xu Qingyue gave a thumbs-up.

She was a clever woman and never hesitated to praise others. After praising someone, she waved her hand and called to the maid beside her:

"Qiao'er, go to the shop."

"Yes."

Qiao'er nodded and said softly, "Miss, that old immortal has a very strange temper. What if he doesn't come?"

"Not coming?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyue covered her face and laughed: "Go ahead and exaggerate. Even if you say I'm about to be killed by an evil spirit, it doesn't matter. If he doesn't come, it'll suit me just fine!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao'er immediately realized, "If that old immortal is unwilling to deal with this strange matter, then he is a fake immortal. At that time, my family will no longer need to worry about offending any immortal. We can just sue the government or call in the underworld experts to arrest him!"

Xu Qingyue nodded, but frowned and said:

"I'm afraid my house... is really haunted."

...

The Xu family mansion.

Inside the room with the back seat.

Jiang She had only controlled Xu Qingyue for a short while when he heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

Who is it? How dare they ruin my plans!

Jiang She, impatient, opened the door and saw a man and a woman, looking tired, standing by the door supporting each other.

"Yunniang? Little Sun?"

Jiang She's eyes flickered slightly, and with just one glance, he noticed the luggage and trunks behind the two of them.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Leaving today?"

Xiao Sun nodded: "Yes, Brother Jiang, Yunniang and I have made our plans and will return to our hometown today. Fortunately, Miss has taken pity on us and not only restored our indentures but also canceled our status as slaves, so we can return to our hometown and become good citizens again."

As Xiao Sun spoke, two lines of tears streamed down his face.

Yunniang also covered her face and sobbed along with him.

Jiang She patted the two on the shoulders and comforted them with a smile, "This is a happy occasion, why cry?"

Little Sun shook his head: "That's not what I'm crying about."

"I'm crying... I'll never see Brother Jiang again."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang She smiled. "You're just going home; it's not like we're parting ways forever."

Little Sun shook his head.

He released Yunniang's hand, turned around and took out a long cloth bundle from his bag. The bundle was carefully wrapped. He held it in his hands, remained silent for a moment, and then unwrapped it layer by layer.

Finally, a knife was revealed.

Jiang She sold him that knife.

Xiao Sun held the knife up with both hands and presented it to Jiang She, his eyes red and wet with tears, saying only:

"Brother Jiang... here's your knife back."

"Alas!"

Jiang She frowned: "If I sell it to you, it's yours. What's the point of returning it to me?"

"Are you treating me like an outsider?"

Jiang She smiled.

He said this with a hint of joking.

Little Sun stubbornly shook his head, his eyes resolute, and said, "This knife... belongs to Brother Jiang's family."

"Returning it to you is also returning it to Brother Jiang's family."

"..."

Jiang She was stunned.

He got it.

This knife belongs to Brother Jiang's family, not to Jiang She...

"despair!"

Xiao Sun returned the precious sword with both hands and gently placed it in Jiang She's hands.

He said no more, only looked up and gave Jiang She a deep look. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, a farewell, a farewell he held dear.

He returned the knife as a farewell to Brother Jiang.

But now, it's a farewell to Jiang She.

Jiang She was taken aback.

He held the knife in both hands, neither calling out nor stopping them, but simply standing there, watching the two figures, supporting each other, walk back along the cobblestone path they had come from, step by step, until they disappeared into the distance...

The courtyard was quiet, and the wind whistled softly.

The morning breeze swept through the empty courtyard, swirling up a few fallen leaves that would never return to the trees.

...

"Tap tap tap!"

Qiao'er walked briskly, passing through the spring flowers in the courtyard. Following Xu Qingyue's instructions, she simply walked through the corridors and courtyards, heading straight towards Yunshuifang.

Before long, the Xu family shop came into view in the distance.

As usual, the old immortal stayed in the shop, neither eating nor drinking, but just sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, resting.

Qiao'er approached and, following proper etiquette, curtsied before saying:

"Old Immortal, my young lady has sent me to invite you to her residence."

"Oh?"

The old man slightly raised his eyelids: "Has your young lady changed her mind and is willing to become my disciple?"

"That's not it."

"no?"

The old man's face darkened, and he said irritably, "If you don't want to become my disciple, then why are you looking for me? I have a destiny with your young lady, a destiny on the path of Tao, not in worldly affairs. If you have nothing else to say, don't disturb my peace!"

"this......"

Following Xu Qingyue's instructions, Qiao'er feigned just the right amount of panic. She paused for a moment before speaking urgently:

"Please calm down, old immortal! It's true...it's true that something strange has happened in the house, a ghostly disturbance has occurred, the evil aura is terrifyingly strong! My young lady was in the study just now, she was almost killed by that evil ghost! She is still in shock and barely breathing."

"That's why this servant has dared to ask the gods for help!"

What?

A ghostly disturbance?!

Upon hearing that Xu Qingyue had "nearly lost her life to that evil spirit," the old man, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed as if rooted to the spot, suddenly opened his eyelids in alarm:

"What's wrong with your young lady? What's her condition? Tell me everything in detail!"

He didn't move, but the atmosphere around him suddenly froze, as if the air had turned cold and frost spots were gradually forming.

Qiao'er, intimidated by his imposing presence, dared not be negligent. She quickly embellished her mistress's description of her "stiff and cold body, unable to move, her breath sweet and fragrant, still shaken" in the study, and said:

"The young lady said herself... that she was as if she had been bewitched by something, and her limbs were not under her control. It took her a long time to recover. She is still pale and her heart is pounding with fear."

"I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Seeing Qiao'er wiping away tears as she spoke, the old man's face grew even more anxious. He rose with a flick of his sleeve, first sweeping the cushion he was sitting on into his sleeve, and then said in a deep voice:

"Lead the way!"

"I'd like to see what kind of demon dares to harm my destined one right under my nose!"

On the other end.

Jiang She returned to the house, looking listless.

He remained silent for a long time before summoning the control panel.

The panel was decorated with small print about Xu Qingyue:

Xu Qingyue

"Background: Daughter of the head of the Xu family, a prominent family in the capital, and a cultivation vessel chosen from among thousands."

"Evaluation: Skin as white as snow, hips wider than shoulders, practice with her and you will improve rapidly, she can be sold in three days."

"Hmm, not bad!"

Jiang She nodded: "She's arrived at the perfect time. Let's take care of this Miss Xu first."

As he spoke...

He then conceived the idea and decided to begin controlling Xu Qingyue.

"Tap tap tap—"

Just then, hurried yet light footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Sister Qiao'er."

"Um."

"Sister Qiao'er..."

"Um...."

Qiao'er led the old immortal through corridors and courtyards, and whenever she encountered servants who bowed to her, she nodded in response.

They hadn't gone far.

The old immortal suddenly stopped, his seemingly dim eyes flashing with a sharp light, sweeping across the surrounding corridors and flowers like lightning. His nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly for a few breaths as he asked in surprise:

"Such a heavy aura of malevolence!"

"A malevolent aura?"

Qiao'er was stunned.

Seeing that the old sage was not working, she also stopped.

But then the old immortal said, "Young lady, the moment I stepped into this inner courtyard, I felt a stagnant and chilling atmosphere, with faint traces of blood and lingering souls. Could it be that someone has died a violent death within this mansion recently?"

"A violent death?"

Qiao'er, who was standing to the side, was suddenly asked about this matter. She was only slightly taken aback before answering:

"In reply to the immortal, there is indeed a servant who has died in the manor; it was a nanny who was in charge of the kitchen."

"No! It's not her!"

The old immortal slowly shook his head, his gaze sharp as if it could pierce through the layers of courtyards and look towards the west wing:

"That old woman's breath was weak, and her lifespan was nearing its end. Even if she harbored some resentment, she couldn't cause any great trouble. What I'm referring to... is an extremely vibrant and fierce wisp of resentful spirit; she must have been a young and beautiful woman in her previous life!"

hiss....

Upon hearing this, Qiao'er was struck dumb, her almond-shaped eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the old immortal.

"Third Madam!"

"He's talking about the Third Madam!"

Qiao'er cried out inwardly.

The Xu family felt it was disgraceful for the Third Madam to die, so they kept the news under wraps and ensured that not a single word was leaked.

But this old man, a newcomer, had not yet seen the host's house, yet by merely sensing the atmosphere in the house, he saw through the truth at a glance, and even said that the host had "died violently and harbored deep resentment."

hiss....

This is not something a charlatan could do.

No! Absolutely not!!

In an instant, Qiao'er was overwhelmed with shock. Her previous disdain for the slovenly old man as a "fake god" and a "swindler" vanished in an instant, replaced by an indescribable sense of awe and reverence.

Looking at the old man, she felt as if she were looking at a towering mountain. The wind blew through his long robe and white beard, giving him an air of otherworldly grace. Even her voice trembled slightly as she barely managed to maintain her composure, stammering:

"God... Gods and immortals have unfailing eyes that see through even the most subtle things... This servant... This servant has been rude."

"It is true that a murder occurred here a few days ago."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"Did this girl live in the west wing for a long time before?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao'er was even more horrified. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she almost cried out:

"Immortal...Immortal's eyes are as sharp as torches, not a fraction of which are wrong! It is...it is indeed the West Wing!"

The old man waved his hand, his expression somewhat detached, as if unwilling to be entangled in too many worldly affairs, and simply said:

"As for who she is, what her name is, I don't need to tell you. I can only tell you one thing: before she died, she was a concubine in your master's household."

Upon hearing this, her sense of awe reached its peak, and the old man no longer had any doubts about it.

He finished speaking.

The old man's expression turned serious again, and he said, "Enough of this small talk. Quickly lead me to see your young lady. I need to see for myself whether my precious disciple is safe."

Qiao'er, quick-witted, remembered her mistress's instructions. Her eyes darted around, and instead of immediately leading the way, she respectfully said:

"Immortal, please wait! I dare to ask you to take action and subdue and dispel this evil spirit that is causing trouble, so that... my young lady can have peace of mind."

The old man nodded slightly:

"Very well, then we'll do as you say. Let's get rid of this filth first, and then go see your young lady."

As he said this, a barely perceptible glint of lust flashed in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, just as he was about to make a move, his expression suddenly turned serious. He scanned his surroundings, his nostrils twitching slightly, as if trying to catch something invisible in the air.

for a long time....

The old man stopped.

He was taken aback, thinking to himself, "How strange! How could there be residual magical power in this house? Wasn't it said that... in this Great Qian Dynasty, apart from that Imperial Preceptor, there are no other immortals...?"

"If that's really the case, could it be some rogue cultivator trying to compete with me for Xu Qingyue as a cultivation vessel?!"

hiss....

He was startled and couldn't help but gasp.

He then turned his head, looked at Qiao'er, and tentatively asked with a serious expression:

"Young lady, could it be that your family, besides this old man, has secretly invited other reclusive figures?"