From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

The next day.

The sky is bright and clear, the wind is low and the clouds are high for thousands of miles.

Inside the bamboo forest.

Pei Yubei stood still, his figure as dark as ink nailed into the forest. He carried a broadsword on his left and a spear in his right, dressed in a dark red cross-collar robe with a crimson hem, and wore black boots on the branches.

Below them stood three people, each with a distinct appearance, but all holding whisks and wearing Taoist robes.

Pei Yubei glanced at the three men. The one on the far left was the oldest, with graying temples. The one on the far right was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a round, slightly plump head.

Pei Yubei's voice was icy as she said:

"Gentlemen, the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty is not a place for you reclusive cultivators from the mountains and marshes."

"snort!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged, fat Taoist priest flung his whisk heavily, his fleshy face twitching, and sneered:

"Young man, cease your arrogance!"

"The rule that hermits and hermits are not allowed to enter the capital was set by the Imperial Preceptor, and we naturally accept it."

But the Imperial Preceptor, having reached the Qi Refining stage, has not appeared in the world for sixty years. Is he in seclusion? Or has he perished? Who knows! Do you really think I'm stupid? Would I just let this place, where the nation's fortune converges, pass by without vying for the throne of the Qi Refining Immortal?!

"Only one person in a dynasty can achieve the Qi Refining stage. Now that the Imperial Preceptor has fallen, it is the perfect opportunity for us to break through to the Qi Refining stage!"

The fat Taoist priest clutched his belly and laughed heartily.

"The Imperial Advisor has fallen?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yubei shook his head and smiled, then sighed, "It's only been sixty years, and you petty scoundrels can't even hide anymore?"

Upon hearing this, the fat-headed Taoist priest's face turned mocking. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a whistling sound from the bamboo branch:

"Whoosh—!"

The Taoist priests only saw a blur before their eyes. The young man in black, who had been standing on the bamboo branch, suddenly disappeared, leaving only a blur of motion. Only the bent bamboo branch remained, still springing back and vibrating.

The next moment.

A glint of cold light pierced the fat Taoist's eyes.

Only then did the fat-headed Taoist priest see clearly.

That cold glint was a gun, a forked gun!

"puff!"

With a loud bang, the spear shot out through the eye, piercing the fat Taoist's head and splashing a patch of scarlet blood.

Pei Yubei, his figure leaving afterimages and his color dark red, appeared before the assembled Taoists in a flash. He grasped the spear that had killed the fat Taoist, but instead of pulling it out, he swung it with a sweeping attack that cut through the enemy ranks!

"Bang--!"

One shot swept out, severing two heads.

The fat Taoist's head was shaved into a pulp, while the other Taoist's head flew off his neck.

After killing two people, the sweeping force of the spear did not diminish. It swept diagonally towards the neck of the third person, and it was about to sever the old Taoist's head. However, the old Taoist's eyes were quick. Just as the spear grazed his neck, he pinched his five fingers to generate a gust of wind and struck the ground. His body bounced up and flew backward out of the range of the spear's sweep.

This is not the end.

The old Taoist priest was still able to fight back.

He flicked his whisk, creating two gusts of wind that swept and sliced, heading straight for Pei Yubei.

"Clang! Clang!"

Pei Yubei held his spear horizontally to block, sweeping away the two gusts of wind. The old Taoist priest's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he was about to retreat hastily when Pei Yubei stepped on the bamboo to attack.

Sizzle!

A dark red arc of light slashed upwards from the waist.

Pei Yubei drew his broadsword from its sheath with a clang!

"puff!"

The blade pierced the flesh, from the abdomen to the shoulder, and then slid upwards.

In an instant, a spray of blood mist erupted, the old Taoist staggered, and the whisk in his hand broke into several pieces, scattered like withered grass.

Pei Yubei sheathed his sword, his spear trembled, and bloodstains dripped down. He stepped forward, swept aside the old Taoist's sleeve with one hand, and like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, grabbed the old Taoist's neck with one claw.

The old Taoist priest's face turned purple. He secretly tried to channel his magic power, but found his dantian frozen solid, unable to draw even a drop of power. Terrified, he cried out anxiously:

"My lord, spare my life! This old man possesses seven magical powers and is willing to serve Your Majesty with utmost loyalty..."

Once Pei Yubei grabbed him, his internal magical power could no longer flow, and he knew that he was being suppressed by this person's true energy.

Pei Yubei smiled and said:

"It's only seven strands of magical power that I've condensed; I've killed quite a few with seventeen!"

Click!

Before he finished speaking, he pinched and tightened his fingers, and the old Taoist priest's neck snapped.

"Tap tap tap—"

Just then.

Suddenly a fast horse entered the forest, and a yamen runner rolled down to deliver a message.

"Lord Pei, Prince Jing has ordered you to proceed to the Xu family immediately!"

"The Xu family? What are we doing there?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, it seems that a rogue cultivator has entered the Xu family."

"These rogue cultivators... truly one or two, have both broken the rules set by the Imperial Preceptor. I shall go and kill these traitors!"

...

In the Xu family's house, in Master Xu's room.

The old Taoist priest Liu Tuo sat upright before the couch, holding a jade bottle in his hand. The golden liquid inside had been left to stand overnight and had condensed into a pill. The pill emitted a faint light and a rich medicinal fragrance.

Xu Qingyue, Xu Ningyuan, and the others stood a few steps away, their eyes fixed on the old Taoist's movements, not daring to breathe. The old Taoist solemnly took a cup of rootless water and put the elixir into it.

The elixir dissolved instantly upon contact with water, turning the clear water in the cup a pale gold color in an instant, releasing a strange fragrance that also carried a slightly fishy-sweet odor.

"Help your father up."

The old Taoist priest said in a deep voice.

Xu Qingyue and Xu Ningyuan quickly stepped forward and carefully helped Master Xu sit up.

The old Taoist priest held a cup in one hand and gently pinched Master Xu's chin with the other, slowly and carefully feeding the golden medicinal liquid into his mouth.

The medicine entered the throat, and at first there was no reaction.

Everyone waited with bated breath; the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, Master Xu's withered body trembled slightly.

A barely perceptible golden glow emanated from beneath his skin, flowing around him like a tide.

His originally deathly pale face visibly regained a touch of color, his chest began to rise and fall more noticeably, and his almost nonexistent breathing became heavy and long.

"Father..."

Xu Qingyue covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes instantly.

Xu Ningyuan's eyes were also filled with tears, and his fists were clenched tightly.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Master Xu's tightly closed eyelids suddenly twitched, and he let out a muffled groan.

"Hmm..."

"Cough cough..."

He coughed a few times, then struggled to open his eyes. His eyes, which had long been tormented by illness, were still dull and lifeless, but now they had two focal points as he blankly scanned the people in front of his bed.

"Qing... Qingyue?"

"Father! Your daughter is here! Your daughter is here!"

Xu Qingyue responded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, his face full of self-satisfaction. He said, "Master Xu has been suffering from a chronic illness for a long time, and the yin poison is deeply rooted. Although the effects of this medicine have begun to show and have removed some of the lesions, if you want to cure it completely, you still need some time to recuperate and take medicine with you. In the coming months, you must avoid extreme joy or sorrow, and avoid overexertion."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyue immediately turned to the old Taoist priest and bowed deeply:

"The Immortal's kindness will be forever etched in the Xu family's memory!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled:

"That won't be necessary. Miss Xu can get married once your father has fully recovered."

marriage?

Xu Qingyue was slightly taken aback.

The old Taoist priest still wants her to get married...

"Immortal Master..."

Xu Qingyue paused for a few breaths, then said evasively, "Even if we don't get married, I am still willing to learn the Dao from you, Immortal Master."

Ok?

The old Taoist priest frowned.

That won't do, I want a married woman!

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Mr. Xu's eyelids drooped, and he turned his head weakly to ask:

"Qingyue, what... getting married...?"

Xu Qingyue covered him with a blanket, unwilling to argue with him, and said softly, "Father, you should rest well. Your father and I are managing all the affairs at home."

After speaking, he led the old Taoist priest out of the bedroom.

Xu Qingyue swayed lightly with her lotus-like steps, and a faint fragrance wafted from her skirt.

The old Taoist priest followed behind, his face showing considerable displeasure. After walking only a few steps, he suddenly rebuked him angrily:

"Miss Xu, don't try to fool me! Could it be that the person you're talking about in your painting is nothing but a figment of your imagination?!"

"this......"

Xu Qingyue was slightly moved, but as soon as she spoke, she heard a soft sound of wind breaking.

She turned her head and looked.

"Swoosh—"

A spear flashed past my eyes, like the roar of an angry dragon!

The attack was not directed at any other place, but at the old Taoist priest behind them.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, it wasn't the spear piercing through the body, but rather the old Taoist priest flicking his sleeves, which wrapped around the spear like a whisk.

Then he flicked and pulled at his sleeve.

"Clang—!"

With a loud clang of metal striking metal, the spear slammed into the bluestone slab, sparks flying everywhere, the spearhead embedding itself in a crack in the stone, the shaft still humming.

Seeing that Yixiu had averted the crisis, the old Taoist slowly turned around. His face was contorted with rage, and his beady eyes flashed with a sharp light as he swept them toward the source of the spear. He roared:

"Who dares to attempt to assassinate this humble monk!"

As he spoke, he spread his divine sense and swept it around.

"Whoosh—"

Just as the old Taoist priest dispersed his divine sense...

A blurry figure suddenly appeared before his eyes, its color dark red, holding a knife in both hands, the knife not yet drawn, but poised to slash downwards!

"Sizzle!!"

The broadsword was drawn, slicing down a dark red arc of light.

"clang--!"

With a loud bang, the arc of light struck a small shield, as the old Taoist priest hastily raised his hand and summoned it from his sleeve.

"Clap clap clap..."

Sparks flew like rain, but the sword's power remained undiminished.

Pei Yubei drew his sword, slashed once, and then used the momentum to spin around, stepping into the air with his black boots.

"Bang—"

Before he even landed, the bluestone slab shattered and cracked like a spider web.

Pei Yubei spun around like a hawk, his broadsword trailing behind him, stirring up a breeze that filled the courtyard.

He twisted his body, turned his wrist, and the blade moved from bottom to top...

Another slash!

"clang--!"

The old Taoist priest used his shield to block again.

"Sizzle!"

With a metallic clang, the small shield was sliced ​​open from top to bottom as easily as a knife cutting through tofu.

The old Taoist priest flicked his sleeves and retreated several feet away.

Pei Yubei landed, sheathed his sword, stood up, then pulled out the spear embedded in the ground, held it in his hand, and laughed:

"You old Taoist, you actually managed to withstand two of my blows."

"It must have dozens of magical powers by now!"

Ok?

The old Taoist priest frowned upon hearing this.

Dozens of magical powers? What a boast! I've only condensed five magical powers!

Who is this person? How can they be so arrogant?!

He glanced around and saw that Xu Ningyuan looked strange, with his head down and hiding in the crowd, not wanting to attract attention. On the other hand, Xu Qingyue looked surprised, clearly unaware of the situation.

"Looks like it was the second son of the Xu family who did this!"

He glanced up at Pei Yubei and, seeing his dark red clothes embroidered with mountain tigers and pythons, immediately recognized him. He smiled and said, "So you're a master from the Black Guard. May I ask which constable is in your presence?"

"Oh!"

Pei Yubei chuckled lightly: "Now that you know me, why don't you surrender immediately!"

According to the regulations of the Great Qian Dynasty, those who have not entered the Daoist register are not allowed to enter the capital. This rule was established by the National Preceptor, who was a Qi Refining Immortal. Ordinary people may not know this, but all the rogue cultivators know it very well. The old Daoist entered the capital this time because he heard the news of the National Preceptor's passing. He sought fortune in danger and wanted to use the capital, a place where dragon energy resides, to break through to the Qi Refining stage.

Unexpectedly, he encountered Xu Qingyue, a superior furnace cauldron.

"But now, we have no choice but to retreat."

His gaze swept over Xu Qingyue, lingering on her chest for a few moments. A surge of lust rose in his lower abdomen, and he even had the wicked thought of taking her virginity and making her his wife.

But upon closer reflection, I realized that wouldn't work.

"Though I am foolish and old, what I cultivate is the act of taking others as my vessel, seeking the full satisfaction of my lust. If I do this today, won't I feel ashamed in the future, thus ruining my path?"

He thought for a moment, and thought to himself:

"But they intend to abduct another man."

The old Taoist priest frowned slightly, and in a moment his mind was made up. He did not speak, but this made Pei Yubei realize something.

"Trying to escape?!"

Pei Yubei's eyes narrowed, and he immediately thrust his spear forward to attack.

The old Taoist priest did not engage him in a fight. Instead, he quickly floated backward, made a hand seal, and began chanting a spell.

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

"Please, Lord Liu of Xiangtai Mountain, possess me!"

call--

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by.

The old Taoist priest suddenly closed his eyes tightly, then opened them abruptly again!

A pair of eyes that are no longer human...

Instead, a pair of bluish-gray vertical pupils were revealed.

...

"This fourth-rank expert has lost."

In the distance, inside the reverse-facing room.

Jiang She probed with his divine sense and glanced at Pei Yubei, discovering that this fourth-rank martial artist from the Black Court had a combat strength of "66".

This number is higher than that of Madam Xu, who was not full.

It's the rank of Grandmaster of Martial Arts!

However....

The old Taoist's readings were several times higher than his.

——250!

A height that even a first-rank martial artist could hardly reach!

Jiang She pushed open the door and stepped out; the time was ripe.

He took out a bracelet from his sleeve, put it on his wrist, and with a slight thought, sank into the bracelet.

"Magic Artifact: Mysterious Gold Bracelet"

Condition: Defective

"Equipment effect: Those who master the technique gain +5 attack; those who master it gain +10 mana."

Jiang She glanced at the talent again.

"Talent: Raising Prices on the Spot"

"Utility: Allows you to transfer 1 free point to any attribute, and each attribute can only be transferred once."

"If I were to apply my talent to the 'wearing effect' of the Xuanjin Bracelet, I could only choose one from 'Attack +5' and 'Mana +10'."

"If applied to 'attack,' the 'wearing effect' becomes 'Those who have mastered the technique, attack +51,' which is clearly insufficient to deal with the old Taoist priest."

"If applied to 'Mana,' the 'Equipment Effect' becomes 'Those who refine it for their own use gain +110 Mana.' Adding the Golden Light spell further amplifies this effect, multiplying 'Attack' and 'Defense,' which should be enough to deal with him."

The Golden Light Technique is a technique that combines both offense and defense.

Once activated, it will multiply the caster's combat power. Simply put, with each use, Jiang She's "attack" and "defense" values ​​will increase from the original "9" to "18", "36", and "64" respectively...

"But this principle must be 'refined and made useful,' and I... have not yet fully refined it."

Jiang She frowned.

He looked at the talent again.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

The concept of "talent" and "price gouging" has changed:

"Talent: Raising Prices on the Spot"

"Utility: Allows you to transfer 11 free point to any attribute, and each attribute can only be transferred once."

Then, his gaze turned to the bracelet on his wrist.

A tap of the fingertip:

"Magic Artifact: Mysterious Gold Bracelet"

Condition: Defective

Wearing effect:

Those who master this technique gain +511 attack power!