From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Ok?

A person outside the secular world?

When Qiao'er saw him ask such a question, she was first taken aback, then suddenly realized, thinking to herself:

"This old immortal is truly powerful; he even managed to calculate everything about Second Master's trip to the old temple on Jade Mountain to pray for blessings."

She dared not hide it, nor did she think much of it, and simply nodded and said:

"The immortal's eyes are like torches, but my family is no exception."

really!

Upon hearing this, the old man's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself:

"I wonder which blind rogue cultivator dares to covet the furnace I've set my sights on!"

"Don't you know that I... am the only high-level cultivator in the Great Qian Dynasty who has condensed five streams of magical power?!"

He pondered this, but his face showed no sign of change.

With a flick of his sleeves and hands behind his back, he asked tentatively, as if speaking casually:

"Your family has thought things through thoroughly, but I won't say more."

But I wonder... where is that 'master' now? Could he come to my residence?"

Ok?

Qiao'er was slightly taken aback.

This old sage asks such detailed questions. What? Does he even need to inquire about Second Master's whereabouts?

But then she thought again, Xu Ningyuan should not have arrived at the old temple on Jade Mountain yet, so she said:

"Judging by the time, they should still be on their way."

"Will it take a long time to get here?"

"It will probably be a long time."

"Alas!"

The old man was delighted upon hearing this.

His name was Liu Tuo. During the previous dynasty, he happened to find a stone box. When he opened it, golden light overflowed from the box, and ten thousand crows cried out and carved words on the stone with their beaks. Thus, he obtained the wonderful method "Shangyue Yinqi Jing" (Scripture of Guiding Qi in the Upper Moon). He practiced it and entered the Tao. More than 130 years have passed since then.

Upon hearing these words, he secretly thought to himself:

"My wondrous method requires women to willingly become my disciples in order to be transformed into top-grade cultivation vessels for arduous cultivation."

"With this evil spirit around, we've saved ourselves a lot of trouble, and it also saves me from... having to resort to any more underhanded tactics."

With this thought in mind, the old man felt somewhat at ease.

He focused his mind again, and with a single blink of his eyes, spiritual light emanated from them as he searched for any remaining magical power within the house.

After a short while, he made up his mind and thought to himself:

"Hmph! I was overthinking it. The traces of magic power here are thin and shallow. It is probably just a low-level cultivator who has just entered the sect. Judging from its depth, the magic power it has condensed is only one or two strands. It is definitely not an enemy of me."

Having thought this through, the old man felt much more at ease. The urgency he had felt due to his suspicion of "wild cultivators vying for the furnace cauldron" lessened slightly. He then turned to look at Qiao'er, his face regaining some of its usual serene and otherworldly composure. He stroked his beard and said in a deep voice:

"I have just ascertained the truth; the evil spirits here are nothing to fear. However, the exorcism and protection of the house must still be carried out in accordance with ancient rituals to show solemnity, so as to avoid future troubles."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard, and continued:

"Go and tell your master to quickly prepare sacrificial offerings of pig, cow, and sheep, five plates of fresh fruit, a bundle of incense, nine reams of yellow paper, three coins of cinnabar, a new coin, a jar of water, a peach wood sword, and several newly woven five-colored cloths. Also, set up an incense table in the west wing, where I will perform a ritual to cleanse the evil and prevent future troubles."

"Yes."

Qiao'er was quick-witted. She listened carefully and then counted on her fingers, memorizing everything.

She obediently bowed and clasped her head, then gracefully gave another curtsy before quickly leaving to make her preparations.

"Tap tap tap—"

Embroidered shoes stepped into a puddle, splashing up a mess of tiny flowers.

Qiao'er walked briskly, gracefully stepping over the spring flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, and soon arrived at the door of the study.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door, her voice crisp and clear:

"Miss, I'm back."

Xu Qingyue's slightly anxious voice came from inside the door:

"Come in!"

Qiao'er pushed open the door and entered.

Inside the study, Xu Qingyue sat upright behind her desk, one hand holding a book and the other supporting her chin, examining the account books that the various managers had recently sent over. Seeing that only Qiao'er entered, her brow relaxed slightly, and she inquired:

"Have you completed the task I assigned you?"

"Miss, as you predicted, the old immortal agreed to come as soon as he heard that you were on the verge of death. However, as soon as he entered the house, he foresaw the violent death of my third mistress."

"Right now, we are only saying that we will set up an altar in the west wing to perform a ritual to expel the wronged soul of the Third Madam who died unjustly."

Qiao'er curtsied and reported the matter in detail, her face still showing respect for the old immortal's profound Taoist magic.

Before Xu Qingyue could speak, Jiang She, sitting in the room, calmed himself down, summoned the control panel, and the scene before him shifted, instantly transporting him to the study.

His vision blurred for a moment, then cleared.

But then Qiao'er lightly lifted her skirt, a fragrant breeze rising from her legs, and bowed, happily announcing something.

"What are you saying?"

Jiang She's mind stirred slightly, but he didn't rush to control it. Instead, he simply attached himself to Xu Qingyue's ears and eyes as if possessing her.

Xu Qingyue put down her book and asked Qiao'er in detail, and Jiang She then learned the general reason behind it.

A few days ago, the old man chose a shop owned by the Xu family. As soon as he entered, he neither mentioned making any purchases nor leaving. Even though three or five of the shop assistants tried to lift him, they couldn't move him.

The shopkeeper was a shrewd man. Seeing that the old man had an extraordinary demeanor, he dared not be negligent and immediately reported to his master. Xu Qingyue thus learned of the matter, but she did not say anything else. She only knew that the old man claimed to be a hermit immortal cultivator who was destined to be with the Xu family girl and wanted to take her as his disciple.

Immortal cultivation? Taking on disciples?

Upon hearing this, Jiang She frowned deeply.

"That won't do! Xu Qingyue is the immortal embryo I've chosen; how can I let an outsider snatch her away for nothing?!"

As he spoke, he paused briefly, his expression excited. However, in his haste, he failed to control his thoughts, allowing Xu Qingyue to overhear his words.

"Who?"

"Who?"

"Who dares to speak here?!"

Xu Qingyue's heart trembled. She twisted her neck in a panic and looked around, but there was no one else in the study except for her and Qiao'er.

"Miss, Miss?"

Qiao'er quickly stepped forward to help her sit down.

Xu Qingyue, slightly out of breath, steadied herself by gripping the edge of the desk with her jade-like hand, and said to Qiao'er, who looked at her with concern:

"It's alright... perhaps it's been tainted by some evil energy again."

She forced down the pounding in her heart, raised her hand to rub her temples, and felt her temples throbbing. The stiffness in her limbs that she had felt when she was "possessed" seemed to resurface.

Seeing this, Qiao'er was filled with worry and said sadly:

"Miss, it breaks my heart to see you like this. Didn't that old shaman say he was going to perform a ritual in the west wing? Perhaps... I should go and invite him over to exorcise the evil spirits from your body?"

"That's not necessary."

Xu Qingyue shook her head, her mind preoccupied with the words she had just heard, which filled her with a great sense of unease. What immortal embryo? What outsider? If this "outsider" referred to that old immortal...

Then this "ghost"... might not be a ghost at all.

As soon as this thought arose, Xu Qingyue felt a surge of hope and immediately waved her hand, saying:

"There's no need for exorcism. Since the immortal has already ordered the altar to be set up and the ritual to be performed, we should follow the ancient rites to show our solemnity. If we were to make a hasty request now, it might disturb the immortal's setup and the ritual, thus diminishing its effectiveness. Besides, I'm only feeling a little palpitations right now, and I'll be fine after a short rest."

As he spoke, he looked up at Qiao'er, his expression turning serious, and instructed:

"Qiao'er, the most important thing right now is to quickly prepare all the necessary items for the old immortal to open the altar. There must be no omissions or negligence. You must personally supervise this matter and ensure that everything is clean, tidy, sincere, and respectful."

"Yes."

Seeing her mistress's solemn expression and resolute tone, Qiao'er, though worried about her mistress's health, dared not say anything more. She quickly curtsied and bowed deeply, replying respectfully:

"Don't worry, Miss."

"This servant knows the importance of things and will personally oversee the process, ensuring that everything is prepared thoroughly and properly without any mistakes."

After speaking, he bowed again, bowed and left the study. When he reached the door, he gently closed it and then went to prepare for the various matters related to opening the altar and performing the ritual.

The study returned to silence.

Only Xu Qingyue remained, sitting alone.

Her fingertips unconsciously curled, gripping the cold paperweight on the table, as if the sudden, heart-piercing words from just moments before were still echoing in her ears.

"That won't do! Xu Qingyue is the immortal embryo I've chosen; how can I let an outsider snatch her away for nothing?!"

Xu Qingyue was in a state of turmoil, her thoughts surging like a turbulent tide.

She thought of the martial arts manual that was still hidden in the treasury.

That cultivation technique that our ancestors were fortunate enough to receive as a gift from an immortal!

"My family is in such a sorry state that no one can understand it. Even if we learn the languages ​​of seven different countries, we still don't know which dynasty's language is in that book."

But what if I were a celestial being in the making...?

The outcome might be very different.

...

Inside the room with the back seat.

Jiang She glanced at the remaining wealth on the panel:

"After deducting the seventeen dead people and the gold brick stolen from Madam Xu, is this all that's left?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the panel again.

"Jiang She: Slave Trader (Lv12)"

Progress: 7/12

"Five slaves are needed before the next upgrade."

"With Madam Xu's golden temple, I can buy slaves without any restraint."

Jiang She pondered.

He began paving the way for himself.

Even now, he still doesn't feel his blood and energy waning; instead, he has doubts and questions whether the Third Madam really poisoned him.

That being said, Jiang She has not slacked off in practicing the "Great Use of Heaven and Earth". Now, he is only about one more ounce of magic power away from stepping into the threshold.

"But right now..."

With that old man in this house, I'm afraid he might cause trouble. I absolutely must not use this magical power recklessly.

He pondered for a moment, then thought, "Why not buy Qiao'er as a slave first, then use her perspective to observe the old man, and then take him...into my household as a slave."

"Yes!"

"That's how it should be!"

He had made up his mind and began to put it into practice.

...

The Xu family is wealthy, so they naturally get things done quickly.

Before long, Qiao'er supervised the servants to prepare everything the old immortal had instructed them to do.

She led several servants to carry the various sacrificial offerings and utensils to the west wing.

Following his instructions, he placed an incense table in the central courtyard, on which, from left to right, were arranged the heads of the three sacrificial animals: pig, cow, and sheep. He also ordered that fresh seasonal fruits be divided into five platters.

A bundle of fragrant incense is offered with utmost care.

Yellow paper, cinnabar, and a peach wood sword are prepared on the desk.

The five-colored cloth curtain was then hung behind the incense table by a clever person.

After all the items were displayed, Qiao'er personally inspected them again to ensure they were clean, tidy, and without any omissions. Only then did she order everyone to leave, and she quickly went to find the old immortal to report back.

"Tap tap tap—"

Before long, the footsteps went and then returned.

The old man followed Qiao'er to the west wing. Seeing that everything was ready, he nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He then waved his hand and sent Qiao'er out of the courtyard, saying only:

"The altar is a sacred place; idlers should stay away to avoid offending the deities and causing unforeseen consequences."

Qiao'er thought so too, and then retreated to the courtyard gate to look around.

With a flick of his wrist, the old man produced a black Taoist robe that slipped from his sleeve, floated around him once, and then draped over him like a cloak.

"hiss...."

"That's amazing!"

Qiao'er's expression tightened, and she was greatly shocked.

She had never seen such a method of draping robes over himself before, and upon seeing it, she immediately regarded the old man as a true immortal.

"call--"

The wind swept through the courtyard, but it also brought a chill to the air.

The old man, his robes fluttering, walked to the incense table with a solemn expression. He first washed his hands with water from the ground, then picked up three sticks of incense and lit them with the candlelight on the table.

"laugh--"

The fragrance rises in the air, like wisps of smoke, drifting upwards into the sky.

An old man stood facing the incense table, holding incense sticks, chanting incantations. His voice rose and fell, and the syllables sounded strange, unlike ordinary speech.

He recited the incense for a moment, then raised the incense above his head, bowed three times, and then carefully inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Phew~"

The wisps of smoke rose straight up, like a straight line.

Then the old man took out cinnabar and a brush, spread out a piece of yellow paper, narrowed his eyes, concentrated and calmed himself, and quickly drew a talisman with his brush moving like a dragon and a snake.

Fu Cheng put down his pen.

With his right hand forming a sword-like shape, he picked up the talisman; with his left hand, he made an extremely complex hand seal; and the incantation he uttered suddenly became rapid, like a sudden storm pounding on a banana grove.

"The deep fragrance resonates with the universe, the pure incense burns and penetrates the heavens... Disciple Liu Tuo, with utmost sincerity, humbly beseeches the Duty Officer and all righteous deities of the past to descend upon this altar, to aid my divine power and cleanse the demonic atmosphere!"

Sizzle!

Amidst the chanting, the talisman between the old man's fingers spontaneously combusted without fire, instantly transforming into a wisp of green smoke that did not dissipate but instead merged into the straight incense stick.

"Boom—!"

A muffled thunderclap echoed across the sky.

A bolt of lightning struck, hitting the incense burner!

Immediately, a strong wind arose in the courtyard, but the candlelight on the altar remained motionless. The temperature around them plummeted, almost turning into frost. An invisible yet chilling pressure quietly spread out.

"hiss...."

"It's so cold!"

Although Qiao'er had already retreated to the outside of the courtyard as instructed, she could still feel a chill that cut to the bone, penetrating straight into her spine.

She stamped her foot, rubbed her hands together, and exhaled a breath. She saw that the breath condensed in the air, forming white clumps that were still warm. It was the white breath that one would exhale in winter!

She shrank back, her bright eyes fixed on the courtyard. She saw the old man's sleeves billowing in the wind, as if some unseen being had come at her summons.

...

at the same time.

Inside the room, Jiang She had already calmed himself down.

He summoned the control panel, bought Qiao'er, and then, with a slight thought, his mind instantly focused on Qiao'er's eyes.

Jiang She looked at it carefully.

It just so happened that the old man was "inviting the gods".

He doesn't manipulate Qiao'er either.

Using Qiao'er's eyes, which were filled with awe and curiosity, he used his wisdom to look up at the top of the old man's head.

Let's see how capable he is.

"Hmm... five magical powers..."

"Combat strength is...250..."

"....?"

"250?!"