From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

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This sweet girl... is she a lesbian?!

Jiang She was stunned.

Suddenly, a colorful thread flew out from inside the wall.

Jiang She looked back.

"Snapped!"

With a soft thud, the embroidered ball hit his face.

The tassel brushed against the tip of her nose, carrying the warm, slightly sweaty moisture and the sweet scent of a woman's perfume, instantly filling her entire nasal cavity.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's body heat and fragrance rolled onto his lips.

Jiang She's vision went black.

When he opened his eyes again, the embroidered ball had slipped off his face and rolled solidly into his hand.

A woman's coquettish voice drifted from inside the wall, growing louder as it approached.

"It's all your fault for insisting on arguing with me. Now look what happened, the embroidered ball has been pushed over the wall by you."

"Nonsense! This embroidered ball clearly landed in my hands first; you were the one who tried to snatch it. Now that you've knocked it out of the courtyard, you're blaming me? Humph! I think you just want to earn the young lady's hundred taels of silver, not that you genuinely want to sleep with her!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Hmph! You're the one talking nonsense!"

The maids argued incessantly.

Just then, a melodious, bell-like female voice interrupted the maids' quarrel:

"Alright, alright~, let's go out and pick up the embroidered ball first."

She descended the steps in her pink embroidered shoes.

Zhao Qiaoling lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, revealing the bottom, and held onto the vermilion railing with the other, her steps light and quick.

Her round, lovely face still bore the blush of playfulness, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, and her eyes sparkled with the laughter she had just shared when she tossed the embroidered ball. She said in a clear, crisp voice:

"Alright, alright~, that doesn't count. You two... I'll sleep with each of you once."

"Let's go out and pick up the embroidered ball first."

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, the two maids who had been making a fuss earlier nodded excitedly in agreement.

They preferred the young lady's money to the young lady herself.

"Tap tap tap—"

She walked to the door in her pink embroidered shoes.

A group of beautiful women followed behind him.

The girls stood at the door, looking around. Suddenly, their eyes stopped and all their gazes fell on a man.

But the man remained motionless, holding in his hands a ball of colorful thread... a bridal ball?!

"A hydrangea?...Miss!"

"Yes, I saw it."

"They are from the Xu family."

A sharp-eyed maid noticed the Xu family banner on the carriage behind the man, and her gaze immediately sharpened.

"Miss, this is someone from the Xu family. What do you think of them?"

"It's great! I love watching it!"

"?"

Zhao Qiaoling smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, staring intently at Jiang She. After a while, she suddenly asked the maid beside her:

"Xing'er, what's it like sleeping with a man?"

"Hmm? Miss?"

The maid was stunned.

Good heavens!

When did you change your personality, Miss?

Are you already planning to have sex with men?!

Zhao Qiaoling blinked and said seriously, "Well, it's good-looking, but we still have to turn him into a woman first."

As she spoke, she placed her hands on her hips, slightly raised her chin, revealing her snow-white neck, and said with a haughty expression:

"Hey, you, you're sleeping with me tonight."

"Huh? Me?!"

Jiang She looked surprised, pointed to himself, and then to Zhao Qiaoling on the steps by the door:

"and you....?"

He glanced at Zhao Qiaoling's figure.

She had a petite and delicate figure, her waist was loosely bound by a silk sash, and her skirt revealed the softness and tenderness unique to young girls.

The only drawback is that the bodice under the bodice is too small, somewhat resembling a small purse.

And then there's her size...

"Gurgle!"

Jiang She's Adam's apple bobbed.

He's 1.9 meters tall, and when he stood next to this girl, her lips... were just enough to lick his crotch...

"Hey, what are you staring at?"

Zhao Qiaoling frowned. To be honest, this was the first time she had ever invited a man, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Now that the other party is ignoring him, he resorts to his usual killer move:

"I didn't sleep with you for nothing."

"I'll give you the money! How about one hundred taels?"

Jiang She remained unmoved.

A maidservant nearby became anxious: "Miss, he's a man! Is he really worth a hundred taels of silver?"

"Yes, you're right."

Zhao Qiaoling nodded, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jiang She, and said matter-of-factly:

"How about I give you a hundred taels of gold?"

Huh? One hundred taels... of gold?!

Upon hearing this, the maids were immediately dumbfounded.

I've heard of how a thousand pieces of gold can't buy a night with a courtesan, but I've never heard of paying money to buy a man who can have sex seven times in one night.

Seeing the situation was turning bad, several trusted maids pleaded with them:

"Miss, you mustn't! He's a man, the young master won't agree..."

"Yes, miss, why don't you sleep with me instead?"

"..."

The maids had many different opinions and were arguing fiercely.

Zhao Qiaoling covered her ears, unable to bear it any longer: "Alright, alright! Stop arguing!"

The maids fell silent, seeing her jade-like finger pointing to the embroidered ball in the man's hand, and she said in a clear voice:

"He won the embroidered ball, so he should sleep with me. Even if my brother comes, I will still do the same."

"Besides... I don't like my elder brother."

My elder brother always had this look in his eyes that seemed to say everything in the world belonged to him, which made me feel disgusted. This young man, on the other hand, had such clear and calm eyes.

"Young master, what are you thinking about?"

"Are you thinking of sleeping with me?!"

She suddenly brought her face close, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.

Jiang She turned his head away, refusing to smell her beautiful hair.

Zhao Qiaoling caught up with him again, leaning close and asking, "Why did you turn your head away? Do you want to sleep with me?"

Jiang She was somewhat speechless, and casually asked:

"How old are you?"

"It's the fifteenth!"

Zhao Qiaoling answered with a smile.

Jiang She rolled his eyes at her, his gaze sweeping over her slightly thin chest, thinking to himself, "Who asked how old you are?"

...

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you think one hundred taels isn't enough?"

"I can add more if it's not enough!"

The girl kept talking, as if she were starved for love.

Seeing that she kept pestering him, Jiang She had no choice but to make up an excuse:

"I am a slave, a servant of the Xu family. If Miss is truly willing to buy me, she may go to the Xu family and buy me back to the Zhao family."

"There's no need to dwell on this."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiaoling blinked and asked the maid beside her, "Xing'er, is he right?"

The maid named Xing'er bowed slightly, a hint of shrewdness in her eyes:

"Miss, this is indeed true."

"According to the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty, slavery is subject to review and prosecution by the market officials. Only the master can command and send servants; outsiders are not allowed to overstep their authority."

"If Miss wishes to buy him, she must first go to the Xu family and...buy this young man..."

"Okay, I understand."

Zhao Qiaoling nodded, snatched the embroidered ball from Jiang She's hand, stepped back to the door, and glanced back at Jiang She one last time:

"Hmm... It's great! I love watching it!"

"I'm determined to buy him back into the Zhao family!"

Seeing the woman leave, Jiang She's expression changed. He stepped back to the carriage and, looking innocent, said to the driver:

"Uncle Fu, look at the mess this has made..."

The old driver leaned against the seat, his body slightly hunched. He wore a short, coarse indigo-blue tunic with faded cuffs and square, dark patches on his shoulders, the stitches fine and even. He wore a felt hat from Fanyang, the brim low, covering half of his face, revealing only a tuft of messy, white beard on his chin. He sat motionless in the cart.

Upon hearing this, the old coachman smiled and teased Jiang She, "Young master, you are truly blessed."

"Ah, what a blessing..."

Jiang She's eyelids drooped, and he deliberately sighed heavily, saying, "Alas, Uncle Fu, as you can see, I'm afraid that Miss Zhao will keep pestering me, so I have to avoid her."

The old coachman nodded, then pulled his hat brim back over his head and pretended to sleep: "Young master, please go ahead. I will explain to the young lady myself."

Jiang She thanked him and left the Zhao family's gate.

"Thank goodness for this farce, otherwise I don't know how long we would have had to stay here."

Jiang She was delighted. As he walked into the bustling street, he saw wealthy young men in brocade robes walking slowly with fans in hand, followed by two or three servants in blue robes. There were also women wearing veils, supported by maids, pausing to carefully select cosmetics at a cosmetics stall.

Occasionally, a horse-drawn carriage would pass by on the street, its copper bells jingling under the eaves. In the teahouse, a storyteller would strike his gavel, recounting the amusing tale of "Ximen Qing's Night Visit to Pan Jinlian." Wine flags would flutter, drinking games would rage, and the sounds of string and wind instruments would fill the air, accompanied by dancing girls in red skirts...

Jiang She looked around and strolled along. Before he knew it, he had passed through several streets and alleys, and the noise gradually faded away.

look up.

Suddenly, the street corner at the fork in the road ahead opened up, revealing a spacious gatehouse standing at the street entrance.

The gatehouse was about two zhang tall, with a base of bluestone upon which stood several vermilion-lacquered round pillars, each as thick as five people could encircle. The pillar bases were carved with auspicious beasts, their claws outstretched and their forms lifelike. Above the gate hung a large plaque with gold characters on a black background, bearing the four characters:

——Zhenyuan Escort Agency!

"Oh? How did you end up here?"

Jiang She squinted and carefully peered over.

On either side of the entrance to the security agency stood a pair of stone lions, each about half a person's height, with curly manes and wide-open, angry eyes.

The two heavy, black doors were wide open, revealing an empty space inside.

The open space was flat and spacious, paved with blue bricks. Dozens of strong men were practicing in the field, all dressed in the same dark blue short jackets, with leather belts as wide as a palm around their waists and soft-soled black boots on their feet. Some were in pairs, punching and kicking each other with powerful and swift movements; others were alone, wielding weapons, brandishing swords and spears, their cold light flashing and the faint sound of wind being cut could be heard.

To the left of the main entrance is a side room with its windows wide open. Inside, one can vaguely see an old accountant sitting, making a clattering sound as he turns the abacus with one hand, and writing characters with a brush in the other.

Men dressed as bodyguards, with weapons at their waists, would occasionally enter or leave through the gate, some leading sturdy mules laden with goods, others greeting the gatekeeper with clasped hands. Their eyes were sharp, their steps steady, and their expressions carried the air of a wandering swordsman.

Jiang She stood there for a while, not wanting to linger any longer. Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

—Chen Kun!

"Chief Escort Chen! Wait a moment, wait a moment!"

A luxurious carriage came to a steady stop in front of the security company. The curtain was lifted, and a wealthy-looking merchant stepped out.

The merchant was about forty years old. He wore a turban with jade inlay on it and a royal blue robe made of the finest brocade. He wore a black vest over it and had a large, round belly that made the fine brocade bulge. He walked with a slight limp and soon broke out in a sweat, clearly showing that he was used to a life of luxury.

Chen Kun stopped upon hearing the sound, glanced back, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"So it's Manager Jin. May I ask what brings you here, Mr. Chen?"

The merchant, referred to as Manager Jin, wiped the fine sweat from his brow, took another half step forward, and said breathlessly:

"Chief Escort Chen, I do have a request, and only a chief escort like you from the Zhenyuan Escort Agency can do it."

"I recently purchased a batch of valuable mountain goods from the south. They are all rare items and of considerable value. They need to be escorted to Hexi. The journey is long and arduous, and there will inevitably be bandits and brigands along the way. I earnestly request that Chief Escort Chen personally take charge of this escort mission. The reward will be generous, and I will not fail you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Kun shook his head, a hint of impatience on his face, and said in a deep voice:

"I appreciate Manager Jin's kindness."

"However... Recently, I have been hired by the Xu family to serve as a guard in the academy. In addition, my martial arts training is at a critical juncture, and I need to calm down and comprehend it. So I have no interest in escorting goods for the time being."

He was only half telling the truth.

It's true that the Xu family hired him as an instructor, but they never forbade him from taking on escort duties.

The wording here simply means that Chen Kun himself was unwilling to go. Several months have passed since he received the boxing manual from Xu Qingyue and taught it to the guards in the courtyard, but not a single person has mastered it.

Moreover, Chen Kun himself has made little progress.

The thought of how he had confidently boasted to the head of the Xu family that he would "take on the responsibility of teaching the boxing manual without hesitation" and then looking at himself now, with no progress whatsoever, made him feel utterly humiliated.

Escort?

Fuck it!

I want to learn martial arts!

Chen Kun gritted his teeth, his mind solely focused on the boxing manual; he was somewhat obsessed with practicing it.

When Manager Jin saw him decline, his anxiety deepened. Fortunately, he was prepared and had already learned that Chen Kun had recently become obsessed with martial arts.

Right now, he turned around, took a vermilion-lacquered and gilded wooden box from the servant, and handed it forward slightly. His fleshy face was plastered with a fawning smile as he said:

"Ah! Chief Escort Chen, your words have truly hit the nail on the head. Improving one's martial arts skills is indeed of paramount importance."

"However... it's quite a coincidence that I happen to have something in my possession that can replenish vital energy, strengthen muscles and bones, and greatly benefit the advancement of martial arts."

"Oh?"

Chen Kun, who was about to turn around, paused upon hearing this, raised an eyebrow, and said:

"What do you mean by that, Manager Jin?"

Seeing that he had become interested, Manager Jin was secretly pleased and handed the wooden box forward a little further:

"Has Chief Escort Chen ever heard of... opium?"

Fushou ointment?

Upon hearing this, Chen Kun's expression froze, and he frowned, saying, "Manager Jin, are you perhaps mocking me? This 'Longevity Ointment' is merely a new supplement recently sold by the Xu family. How could it possibly be of such great benefit to martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Manager Jin's two fat cheeks bulged into a smile: "Chief Escort Chen, you may not know this, but I once rewarded one of my guards with a piece of longevity ointment. After eating it, the guard broke through his long-standing bottleneck overnight and entered the ninth rank..."

"W-what?!"

"Is that really true?!"

Chen Kun's eyes widened in astonishment, and he unconsciously reached out and grabbed the fat merchant's wrist, repeatedly saying:

"Is this true? Does this ointment really have such miraculous effects?"

He had an extremely strong grip, and the fat merchant's wrist ached from his grip, his fat face twitched, and he gritted his teeth.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Chief Escort Chen, let go first!"

He cried out in pain, and after two cries, Chen Kun finally came to his senses, quickly released his grip, and clasped his hands in apology:

"It was Chen who was rude."

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright."

Manager Jin shook his head, blew on his wrist which had been pinched red, and laughed:

"Chief Escort Chen, whether you take on this mission or not, you must accept this item."

As he spoke, he opened the wooden box a crack, and a sweet, cloying fragrance wafted out from it.

Chen Kun stared at the black, shiny, paste-like substance in the box, his nostrils twitching slightly as thoughts raced through his mind.

You should know that Fushou Ointment is a hot commodity in the capital these days, and it has long been sold out in the market.

The piece in front of him is very likely the last piece of longevity ointment in the capital, a treasure that can help him master the boxing manual!

For the sake of my own pride, how could I not take it?!

...

"Is this the elixir of life...?"

Just as Chen Kun was gazing intently at the wooden box, Jiang She, in the distance, also extended his divine sense and probed into the wooden box.

His gaze sharpened, and he saw that the dark mud was faintly emanating black mist, like silk or cotton, carrying a sinister aura.

Oh...

What kind of longevity balm?

It's clearly poison!

...

...

The Zhao family's embroidered tower.

Zhao Qiaoling rested her chin on one hand and played with the embroidered ball in the other, her mind only on her handsome husband, completely losing any desire to play.

Suddenly, a graceful figure hurried up the stairs, quickly curtsied before Zhao Qiaoling, and said anxiously:

"Miss, we have investigated carefully. The young man who found the embroidered ball at the door just now is named Jiang She. His ancestors for three generations were all servants of the Xu family. According to the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty, if you want to buy him, you have to pay the Xu family ten times the price."

"That's not worth it, Miss..."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at the young lady's expression.

But Zhao Qiaoling wrinkled her nose and frowned, saying:

"What's this about whether it's a good deal or not! Is it a good deal to give those maids a hundred taels a night?"

"They only love my money."

She blinked, her bright, watery eyes sweeping over Xing'er, and smiled:

"But Xing'er, you... don't want my money."

Xing'er blushed and said, "I am Miss's person, I dare not take Miss's money."

She paused, then added, "Ju'er, Zhu'er, and Lan'er are the same as me."

"Yes, you are all the same."

Zhao Qiaoling blinked, her face innocent, and said, "Jiang She doesn't want money either, so... he must genuinely want to sleep with me, just like the four of you!"

"Let's go to the Xu family."

"Go and buy him back!"

"Then, the six of us will sleep together!"

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