From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Seeing the increasing mana on the panel, Jiang She was overjoyed and smiled at the old woodcutter:

"Old man, why don't you take a walk and see?"

"Alas! Young master, please don't tease this old man."

The old woodcutter, already looking miserable, became even more anxious upon hearing this, shaking his head repeatedly and saying in a panic, "If I walk five steps, I'll die. If you're kind-hearted, sir, please find me a doctor."

Jiang She chuckled upon hearing this:

"Hahaha! Old man, you can just go."

The old woodcutter refused, but Jiang She pushed him forward.

"thump!"

The old woodcutter staggered and fell several steps before regaining his balance. He looked up, about to curse, but found that he had actually taken five steps and was still alive.

"Hey, young master..."

The old woodcutter was stunned by the result. He turned around to speak, but the young man was no longer there.

Just then.

In the distance, lights flickered like beans, and another person came down from the mountain.

The man stepped into the woods and bumped into the old woodcutter, a fellow villager who also worked as a woodcutter.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?"

"Oh dear, I was bitten by a snake just now."

"Alas! Uncle, you should rest. I will carry you down the mountain. It's dark and the road is dangerous. Uncle, you should carry a lamp down the mountain in the future. Don't be greedy for small gains and save a little money on fuel."

After speaking, he handed the lamp to the old woodcutter.

"lamp?"

The old woodcutter looked at the lamp in his hand and paused slightly.

The villagers smiled:

"Yes, without lights, how can we see the mountain path?"

The old woodcutter was completely stunned when he said that.

Recalling that young man from earlier, he too descended the mountain without a lamp, yet his steps were swift, and he could clearly see the path...

...

With his divine sense present, Jiang She was able to see the dark mountain path clearly, and after walking for a short while, he arrived at the back room.

"Let's take a look at that old Taoist priest."

Jiang She pondered, his thoughts turning to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged above the alchemy furnace, about three feet off the ground. His magical power flowed like mist and silk, seeping into the furnace through the gaps in the lid. The furnace trembled slightly and hummed softly. A sweet and pungent aroma mixed with the fragrance of herbs wafted out from the gaps.

"It seems this old Taoist priest still has some time to go before he can refine pills."

After reading this, Jiang She thought of Ma Laosan.

Although the pills he obtained from Ma Laosan could increase his magical power, he couldn't rest easy until this thief was eliminated.

"Buy!"

Jiang She had a sudden thought and bought Ma Laosan's shares.

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again in the distance.

far away...

The room was cramped and dimly lit.

Two people sat facing each other at an old square wooden table.

Old Ma sat to the left, his face sallow and thin, with deep wrinkles. The man sitting opposite him looked exactly like him, and his mannerisms were identical. They were almost like two peas in a pod. The only difference was that his eyes lacked some of the worldliness and shrewdness, but instead had a sinister and cold look.

This man was none other than Ma Laosan's twin brother.

—Ma Laosi!

"Brother, I have already given the 'Qi-tonifying and Blood-nourishing' pills you refined under a false pretense to Jiang She. As you predicted, he is weak and listless, and accepted them without any precautions."

Holding his teacup, Ma Laosan showed a hint of relief on his face and said, "Thanks to you for noticing beforehand, brother, that bitch Third Madam really didn't poison him!"

"snort!"

Old Ma, draped in a large black robe and slightly hunched over, looked like a sorcerer from the Miao mountains, practicing witchcraft and poison. He grinned maliciously and said, "I'm afraid that wretched maid, Third Madam, has taken a fancy to that boy. She poisoned him, so how could she still have the strength to make him feel good in bed?!"

"That's true." Old Ma nodded.

Ma Laosi revealed a lewd and vicious smile: "Fortunately, now that the Third Madam is dead, this kid has no hole to enjoy himself with."

"Yes, yes." Old Ma nodded emphatically: "This is all thanks to my brother's fate."

Then, he added worriedly, "I just don't know if outsiders can cure the poison in the pills concocted by the 'Pharmacist'?"

"Hehehe..."

Faced with his elder brother's concerns, Ma Laosi sneered and said confidently, "Brother, you are overthinking this."

"My elixirs are all matters of 'fate,' mysterious and profound, far beyond the reach of ordinary medicines. Not to mention those wandering doctors, even the imperial physicians in the palace cannot save them!"

"With this destiny, how many pills can be refined in total?"

As Ma Laosan asked, a sly glint appeared in his eyes, unlike anything he had seen before.

Ma Laosi was full of confidence and waved his hand, saying, "If we don't count the antidote, we can refine thousands of poison pills alone."

"I see."

Ma Laosan's eyes sharpened, and he stood up abruptly from the bench.

"!"

Old Ma was startled by his action and paused for a moment:

"Brother?"

He asked blankly, but a large hand suddenly appeared in his eyes and grabbed his shoulder blade with a "snap".

Before Ma Laosi could react, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his neck.

"Bang!"

His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground...

"Lock this fellow up and send him to refine pills for me."

Inside the room, Jiang She, controlling Ma Laosan, finished all the tasks and took a deep breath. He looked relaxed, already imagining the scene of thousands of poison pills piled up in front of him.

As for Ma Laosan, he naturally wanted to make an example of him in front of Ma Laosi.

...

hiss....

"Brother! Brother!"

With a jolt, Ma Laosan struggled to open his eyes. He tried to sit up, only to find that his hands and feet were bound by rough hemp rope.

"hiss..."

"Where is this?"

Ma Laosan hurriedly turned his head and looked around, only to see that the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and it was a dilapidated temple.

"Brother."

Ma Laosan was stunned.

Turning his head, he saw that Ma Laosi was also lying not far away, bound like a rice dumpling.

"Brother, what happened to you...?"

Before he finished speaking, the temple door creaked open, and a tall figure slowly entered the temple against the dim light.

"Young Master Jiang?"

"You've come at the perfect time! Quick! Untie me!"

"Loosen the restrictions?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang She did not immediately react. He simply turned around, crossed his arms, and leisurely looked at the two people on the ground. His gaze lingered between them, as if trying to discern their features, and he grinned, saying:

"Master Ma, why don't you explain the details to me?"

"this...."

Ma Laosan looked troubled.

He genuinely wanted to make an excuse, but didn't know what to say.

"Brother! Why are you wasting your breath talking to him!"

Just then, Ma Laosi suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot, glaring fiercely at Jiang She.

Ma Laosi was more violent than his brother. Now that he was trapped in Tu Yu and saw Jiang She's all-powerful demeanor, he knew exactly what was going on.

At this moment, he only said fiercely:

"Brother! Why are you wasting your breath talking to him! Can't you see? It was this scoundrel who tied us up!"

Jiang She smiled and looked at Ma Laosi, saying:

"You scoundrel, you even know how to refine pills?"

"Hmph! So what if it is?"

Old Ma held his head high and his neck outstretched, his face arrogant.

Jiang She remained silent, only smiling faintly. He glanced at Ma Laosan, and with a thought, summoned the control panel.

An invisible hand silently reached behind Ma Laosan's neck.

"Snapped!"

Ma Laosan twisted his neck, turned his head to face backward, and his eyes bulged out, bloodshot.

"Thump!"

His body went limp and he collapsed, dying instantly.

Ma Laosi was taken aback.

Witnessing his brother's death, he was stunned for a moment, followed by hysterical terror that filled his eyes.

Jiang She smiled and said, "Old Ma, your elder brother is dead. Now, in this dilapidated temple, only the two of us are left."

"Now, would you be willing to speak properly?"

"What...what do you want to do?"

Ma Laosi was filled with fear.

"Nothing much."

Jiang She chuckled: "I'm just asking you to continue refining pills."

The ten poison pills increased Jiang She's magical power by one level.

Thousands...

Hiss! That's hundreds of magical powers!

...

The next day, at dawn.

Jiang She woke up early, but asked for a day off.

He did not go to the young lady's courtyard to take his duty, but instead closed the door tightly, bolted it, and focused his mind on the control panel.

"Whoosh—!"

The thought traveled swiftly for hundreds of miles, until it reached a vast mountain range and entered a cave on a cliff.

Inside the cave, the old Taoist priest was refining elixirs.

Yesterday, Jiang She had been pondering this matter when he caught a glimpse of several scrolls of silk hidden in the old Taoist's sleeve. They were faintly glowing with spiritual light, so they must not be ordinary objects. Now, seeing the scenery in the cave come into view, Jiang She didn't care about the scrolls. He just used his spiritual sense to probe into the sleeve.

"Bang!"

Jiang She's consciousness collided with a bulging cloth bag and bounced back slightly. He felt a slight pain in his head and looked at the bag. He saw that the bag's opening was tied with a rope, which he assumed was something to isolate his consciousness.

"This is troublesome."

Jiang She had a slight headache.

"Although I have the panel on me and my thoughts are entangled with my divine sense, even cultivators cannot detect me, right now... my divine sense is weak and I can't break the rope on the old Taoist's bag. I can only wait for him to take out the silk book again next time."

Jiang She sighed slightly, abandoning his voyeuristic thoughts.

He summoned the control panel again and began to leer at Xu Qingyue.

...

The Xu family mansion.

Inside the triple courtyard.

Xu Qingyue followed the old Taoist's advice and did not go out at all. At this moment, she was sipping tea and listening to Qiao'er, who was standing beside her, tell her about her recent experiences.

"Miss, that old temple on Jade Mountain seems to be a place where immortals and gods truly reside."

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

Xu Qingyue blinked her almond-shaped eyes, her interest piqued.

She gently placed the teacup on the table, and Qiao'er poured her more tea, saying:

"Just recently, an old woodcutter who had gone up the mountain to gather firewood was returning home when he was bitten by a five-step snake halfway down the mountain. The old woodcutter immediately collapsed to the ground, thinking that he was about to die. He was terrified when he saw golden light emanating from the old temple. From the golden light emerged a person, radiant and dazzling. After walking less than a hundred steps, the person was by his side and removed the snake venom from the woodcutter's body."

As Qiao'er spoke, the look of awe in her eyes deepened:

"This matter has spread throughout the west of the city. After the old woodcutter returned home, he told everyone he met that he had encountered a messenger under the mountain god and received a divine favor, which saved his life. Now everyone in the town says that the old temple on Jade Mountain is indeed efficacious. The golden light shining at night is not an exaggeration. There are probably really divine beings living in the temple, which may protect the area in times of danger."

After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Xu Qingyue's expression.

But Xu Qingyue shook her head:

"Qiao'er, most of the rumors circulating in the streets are just hearsay, with many people adding their own embellishments. People in the countryside have limited knowledge, and when they encounter strange things, they are prone to attributing them to ghosts and gods, making startling statements. Although this matter sounds strange, it may not be entirely credible."

"Even if a skilled healer were to pass by and offer assistance, it would be understandable if they were mistaken for a messenger of a deity. There are many capable and extraordinary people in the world, and not all of them are necessarily connected with the divine."

At this point, she paused slightly and said in a slower voice:

"Furthermore... if that mountain temple is truly efficacious, why did my uncle, who devoutly prayed and burned incense there, not see the mountain god appear and save our family?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but Qiao'er knew who her mistress was talking about.

That is to save the master.

"Master Xu's illness is indeed strange, but if it is poisoning, I can save him."

Jiang She stroked his chin and thought to himself.

But Xu Qingyue continued, "The most important thing right now is to take good care of Father. We'll know whether he can be saved once the Immortal Master returns with the medicine."

Just then, a maid's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss, it's time for your bath."

A bath?

Jiang She was slightly taken aback. He frowned, recalling that when the Third Madam was bathing, the steam was thick and he couldn't see clearly.

Now, however, it has gained consciousness.

...

Elegant interior.

Xu Qingyue moved gracefully, with two or three maids standing by her side. She took a small step forward, opening her soft hands, and the maids immediately stepped forward to help her change her clothes.

To change clothes, one must first loosen the sash.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, Xu Qingyue's sash loosened, revealing her slender waist that had been bound so tightly.

The maids, holding the hem of Xu Qingyue's clothes with both hands, slipped the outer garment off her shoulders, revealing her stunning figure.

Xu Qingyue simply kept walking.

With each step she took, a piece of clothing was undone.

Or perhaps a plain white undergarment, as thin as a cicada's wing, draped down her smooth, fair shoulders; or perhaps a silk skirt and trousers, flowing down her long, snow-white legs to her ankles.

After undressing.

Xu Qingyue raised her jade-like foot.

We walked to the edge of a large cypress bathtub.

She climbed the wooden ladder until she reached the rim of the tub. Her heavy foot swayed slightly, then she bent her knees and sat lightly on the rim. After dipping her feet into the water to test the temperature, she swung her entire body into the water.

"Splash—!"

Dewdrops floated on the water's surface, and warm water covered her collarbone.

The heavy seedlings were mostly submerged in water.

"Phew~"

Xu Qingyue sighed comfortably, leaned against the tub, and closed her eyes.

The water in the bucket rippled, supporting her full breasts, while flower petals clung to her collarbone and neck, carrying a fragrant breeze.

The maids stood by the tub, scooping up warm water with wooden ladles and gently pouring it onto the young lady's smooth, alabaster shoulders and back. Water droplets rolled down her smooth spine and disappeared into the water.

Xu Qingyue tilted her head back slightly, leaning against the edge of the tub, letting the maid comb her cloud-like black hair.

The rising steam gave her cheeks a faint blush, and water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, trembling gently with her breath.

She would occasionally raise her hand, scoop up a handful of water, and pour it onto her arm; she would also occasionally scoop up some flower dew and wipe the flowerbed.

Jiang She kept his eyes straight ahead.

Not long after, Xu Qingyue waved her hand to dismiss those around her.

Qiao'er went to her side and waited silently.

Xu Qingyue soaked in the tub for a while, her cheeks slightly flushed. She tilted her head back slightly, leaning against the edge of the tub, and her breasts were partially revealed, like a lotus emerging from the water.

"Has Instructor Chen begun teaching the boxing manual?"

"Miss, we've only just examined your bone structure."

"Sigh~"

Xu Qingyue sighed slightly.

She brushed aside the mist, revealing a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes veiled in a blushing haze, and said softly:

"I just hope that a true cultivator will emerge from my family."

Ok?

Cultivation?

Jiang She was slightly taken aback.

Alright! Now, I'm forced to spy on you!