From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Tap tap tap—"

Outside the room, Xu Rong, carrying a red lacquered food box, walked lightly toward Jiang She's bedroom.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today, wearing a well-tailored new dress that hugged her round and full hips, swaying gracefully as she walked, creating waves of movement.

Her makeup was also more refined than usual.

Her oval face was covered with a delicate layer of powder, as smooth as porcelain. The rouge on her cheeks was applied just right, and her hair was carefully styled and adorned with a phoenix hairpin, its red and gold embellishments adding a touch of kingfisher feathers. Her lips were painted with bright red rouge, so vivid and tempting that one couldn't help but want to take a bite.

However, Xu Rong's outfit was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a well-thought-out one.

As she walked, she secretly pondered, "Jiang She and Miss have been traveling together alone for months. To say nothing has happened... I don't believe it! Miss is so beautiful, and her figure is more voluptuous and delicate than mine. How could a virile young man like him not have any desires?"

"I'm afraid the two of them are in name only. Miss is thinking of a way to give him a proper title, and I, as a servant, must get ahead of others and climb up this big tree."

Thinking of this, Xu Rong's smile deepened, and she quickened her pace.

Inside the food box was a nourishing chicken soup that she had personally cooked and simmered for a long time, its aroma subtly wafting out.

As she walked to the moon gate, before she even got close, she heard a creak and someone pushed the door open and came out.

Xu Rong looked up and saw that the person was Jiang She. She was secretly delighted and quickly went to greet him.

"Young Master Jiang~~!"

Xu Rong's voice was sweet and soft, almost dripping with honey, as she smiled and said, "What a coincidence! I was just thinking of my beloved."

As she spoke, a fragrant breeze followed her as she approached Jiang She. She curtsied slightly, then raised the food box in her hand, gazing tenderly at Jiang She with a smile:

"My lord, you have escorted the young lady back from a thousand miles away. You must be tired from the journey. I have specially cooked this chicken soup, which is very nourishing. I hope you will accept it without hesitation."

Jiang She paused, and before he could speak, he saw Xu Rong carrying a food box in one hand, while the other hand slowly rested on her waist. Her fingertips slid down her waistline and gently stroked her pert buttocks, as if she were just tidying up her skirt that had been wrinkled by the wind, but the touch left a ripple on her buttocks.

This series of actions, seemingly casual, was in fact a blatant act of seduction.

Chicken soup is just a pretext for gift-giving.

But she herself... was the real gift.

Xu Rong firmly believed that no hot-blooded man could ignore a woman who offered herself up so readily.

Jiang She, without looking to the side, cupped his hands in a respectful bow and smiled:

"Sister Rong, you are too kind. I would be impolite to refuse such a kind offer, so I will accept it."

As he spoke, he reached out and took the heavy food box.

He held it in his hand, but instead of turning to leave, he looked at the woman before him who was giving him flirtatious glances, and said gently:

"I am truly grateful for Sister Rong's kindness. Besides bringing the soup, is there anything else you need from me today? If there is anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask."

Xu Rong was secretly pleased to see that he accepted the soup, and her face lit up with a smile when she heard his polite inquiry.

She swayed her hips, thrusting her large bosom forward, her red lips almost touching Jiang She's left ear, and breathed out:

"I dare not accept such an order. How could I possibly trouble you, Young Master Jiang, for anything? It's just... I'm curious how you and Miss escaped danger from the clutches of the evil Taoist."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Jiang She's heart stirred.

He stepped aside to let the door open, raised his hand and gestured with his palm at an angle, indicating "please," and said gently:

"This is a long story, and it's not convenient to go into details outside. If you don't mind the simplicity of the room, Sister Rong, why don't you come in and talk? I can then explain the whole story to you in detail."

Xu Rong was overjoyed when she saw that he intended to invite her inside, feeling that good things were about to happen.

She nodded quickly, took light steps, and followed Jiang She into the house.

Jiang She caught a whiff of the fragrance emanating from beneath her skirt, casually closed the door, placed the food box on the table, poured Xu Rong a cup of tea, and then sat down opposite her, feigning contemplation as he said:

"This matter... is quite mysterious, so I hope Sister Rong will not spread it around."

"Of course," Xu Rong nodded and smiled.

Seeing that she agreed, Jiang She slowly spoke, saying:

"That sorcerer was incredibly powerful. He imprisoned me and the young lady in a dilapidated house in the wilderness and forced us to take poison. At that time, we were practically on the verge of death..."

He paused, a look of tension on his face.

Xu Rong also looked panicked, as if she were there herself, and she too took the old Taoist's poison.

Suddenly, Jiang She changed the subject:

"At this critical moment, a divine miracle suddenly appeared and annihilated the old Taoist! It was truly like a thunderbolt sweeping away a cave; in an instant, the evil spirit vanished into thin air."

As he spoke, he secretly summoned the control panel.

My gaze fell on Xu Rong's name:

"Today you have encountered Xu Rong, a maid of the Xu family. You can spend 10,000 coins to control this slutty hussy."

"purchase!"

Jiang She's mind stirred slightly, and the ten thousand coins were silently consumed.

He had the old temple where Lady Xu hid gold bricks, and after returning to the capital, he received a nominal reward from Xu Qingyue, so he was not short of money to spend.

Lines of small text slowly appeared before my eyes:

Xu Rong

Background: Head maid of the Xu family

"Evaluation: Plump figure, abundant virility, can be used repeatedly, suitable to be someone else's vessel!!"

"It can be sold in two days."

"Can it be used repeatedly?!"

Jiang She was slightly taken aback, but then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Can be used repeatedly...

In other words, this woman... is quite resilient.

However, Jiang She did not immediately take control.

Instead, like spring rain nourishing all things, it silently planted a thought in Xu Rong's heart.

"This young man before us has a rather special constitution; those who become close to him will naturally enjoy great fortune!"

Ok?

Xu Rong was taken aback.

As she listened to Jiang She's words, her heart was in turmoil. She felt both extremely scared and amazed, but for some reason, her feelings towards Jiang She also became increasingly different.

Beyond the original intention of currying favor, there was also a vague feeling that this Young Master Jiang seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable fortune. Ordinary people would be blessed with good fortune by coming into contact with him, making people want to get closer to him.

Little did they know, this was precisely the idea Jiang She had planted in their minds.

The idea was implanted so naturally, as if Xu Rong had personally examined it carefully before reaching a conclusion.

This subtly aligns with her original intention of coming today to "warm the stove" and climb the social ladder, adding to its authenticity and allure.

After doing all this, Jiang She's expression remained unchanged. He only sighed in a tone that was both fearful and relieved:

"The fact that Miss and I survived is entirely due to the protection of the gods. This matter is very mysterious. Sister Rong, just listen to it and don't tell anyone, lest you cause trouble."

"Yes, yes, that's natural, that's natural..."

Xu Rong nodded repeatedly and said sweetly, "Don't worry, my lord, I know what's important and I won't go around saying anything."

"To hear you tell such a wonderful story today is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes."

As she spoke, her eyes swept over Jiang She's face and chest, her gaze intense, filled with even more fervor and allure.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, fixed on the scroll on the table not far away. After staring at it for a while, she said in a soft voice:

"Young Master Jiang, what is that?"

Jiang She glanced at her in the direction of her gaze and casually said:

"Oh, that's just a tattered antique that I picked up on the way back to the capital with Miss a few days ago."

"It's not a particularly valuable item."

After listening, Xu Rong glanced at the silk scroll again, then smiled and nodded, saying:

"It turns out to be an old item."

She said this, but she didn't believe it in her heart. This silk book was specially placed on the table and sealed, so it must be a good thing.

But Xu Rong is a smart person.

Seeing that Jiang She was unwilling to say more, she did not ask.

She chatted with Jiang She about trivial matters in the courtyard and bawdy gossip in the boudoir. As their eyes met, she urged Jiang She to slowly finish the steaming bowl of chicken soup.

Seeing that the bowl was empty and the chicken soup was all gone, Xu Rong got up, quickly cleared away the dishes, picked up the food box again, and smiled:

"My lord, please rest well. If you enjoy this soup, I will make you another one tomorrow."

"This servant... will take her leave now."

As she spoke, Yingying gave a graceful bow.

Jiang She thanked her, and then saw the woman sway her hips as she walked to the door and gradually left.

"Tap tap tap—"

Xu Rong carried the food box, her face beaming with joy.

She walked back along the cobblestone path she had come from, passing through several courtyards. Occasionally, she would see servants sweeping or laborers carrying things, and they couldn't help but stare at the curves of her hips as she swayed as she walked.

Rumors and whispers spread like wildfire:

"Hey buddy, look at this woman, riding her would be so much fun!"

"Hmph! You slut, who knows how many men have ridden you, and you still ride? Aren't you afraid of catching a venereal disease?!"

"Young master, you've never been to school. You'd rather die beneath the peonies than not be a romantic ghost!"

"Hmph! So what if you've been to school? You're still just like me, carrying goods here."

"..."

The man fell silent.

Xu Rong, however, was already used to this.

As she listened to these obscene words, she simply raised her snow-white chin slightly, revealing her swan-like neck, and twisted her waist even more, her buttocks swaying even more voluptuously.

"Tap tap tap!"

Xu Rong took long strides, each step making her sway.

The servants were stunned, as if they had seen a wild horse.

She walked past the crowd as if they didn't see her, watching them swallow hard, and felt a surge of pleasure as she trampled these mediocre people under her feet.

Not long after.

As we walked to a small courtyard, the number of people around gradually decreased.

Xu Rong raised her hand to push the door open when suddenly, a gust of wind blew something and "slapped" her across the face.

She instinctively raised her hand, but then felt a darkness before her eyes as something covered her face. It felt light and airy. She pulled it off and saw that it was a scroll... a silk book?

Ok?

A silk manuscript?!

Xu Rong's heart skipped a beat.

She looked closely and saw that the silk book in her hand was yellowed, worn at the edges, and wrinkled, indicating that it had been around for many years.

But....

The color, the appearance... it's exactly the same as the scroll I saw in Jiang Langjun's room just now!

Should we return it to him?

Hmm... it wouldn't hurt to take a look first.

Thinking this, she hurriedly went into the room, closed the door, and unfolded the silk book slightly.

Looking at it under the lamplight, the silk scroll appeared tattered and ancient, slightly cool to the touch. It contained thousands of words; after reading it in its entirety, one realized that the silk scroll actually contained...

"Immortal cultivation techniques!"

"I never imagined that this silk scroll would be a cultivation technique for immortality!"

Xu Rong was shocked and almost cried out.

only....

How could this silk scroll have been blown by the wind and landed right on my face?

Could it be that...?

Is this the blessing of being close to Jiang She?!

Thinking of this, Xu Rong's heart pounded like a drum. She suddenly looked up, frantically glancing around. Seeing no one outside reflected in the wallpaper, she sighed slightly, thinking to herself:

"No wonder Jiang She said this silk scroll was not worth mentioning; it turns out that this technique is only suitable for women to practice."

"But it's actually a bargain for me!"

Xu Rong carefully rolled up the silk scroll, not intending to return it, but this act, which was no different from theft, made her heart beat a little faster.

"Jiang She said he found this silk scroll on the road, but I don't believe him. Even if he really did find it, isn't it a blessing that the wind has blown it into my hands?"

As she spoke, her mind became active again, and she unfolded the silk book, holding it in her hands and examining it carefully.

"Shh... shh..."

The leaves rustled in the wind outside the window.

The more Xu Rong looked, the hotter her heart became.

Although some of the words on the silk scroll were obscure, the general principles and methods of breathing exercises were clearly discernible. It was a Taoist practice that guided women to practice breathing exercises, strengthen their foundation, and cultivate their vital energy.

Thinking of this divinely bestowed blessing, she was naturally unwilling to let it slip away. She immediately blew out the candles outside the door, leaving only a small oil lamp by the bedside, illuminating the yellowed silk book.

After watching for a long time, Xu Rong began to meditate and practice her skills.

Following the instructions in the silk scroll, she sat cross-legged on the couch, her back straight, her hands forming a lotus mudra on her knees, trying to clear her mind of distractions. Then she closed her eyes slightly, her lips parted slightly, and, according to the instructions, breathed in and out, trying to adjust the rhythm of her breathing, attempting to sense and guide the ethereal "qi".

However....

They practiced for about half an hour.

Xu Rong's smooth forehead was covered with fragrant beads, and her cheeks were slightly flushed due to her shortness of breath.

But she felt a tightness in her chest and abdomen.

When trying to draw in Qi at key acupoints such as Dantian, Tanzhong, and the chest according to the Qigong method, there is always a feeling of stagnation, as if dragging a heavy cauldron through a swamp.

It was as if an invisible barrier stood between them, causing the flow of energy to stagnate and become difficult to penetrate.

There were one or two places where the flow of Qi changed, but the silk book described them vaguely. When she followed the instructions, she not only did not feel comfortable or pleasant, but she also felt a faint stinging sensation in her meridians.

"Strange... How exactly does 'qi gather at the chest and then flow down the spine' mean? And what does 'qi' mean in 'focusing the mind on the dantian, like a pearl rolling on a plate'? And where does 'plate' refer to?"

Xu Rong opened her eyes and, under the dim light, repeatedly studied the passages. Before long, her eyebrows furrowed, her heart filled with both anxiety and confusion.

She recognized every single character on the silk scroll, but when put together, she couldn't understand its meaning.

"What exactly does this 'transfer to the spine' mean...?"

...

"Indeed, the phrase 'transitioning through the spine' is too simplistic. For someone who has never been exposed to spiritual practice, it is indeed difficult to grasp the shift in 'intention.' The metaphor of 'like pearls rolling on a plate' is also too vague in guiding beginners in introspection and mental control."

Jiang She secretly noted down these obviously impassable passes and modified them one by one.

Then, a line of small print appeared before his eyes:

"Your servant has encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation; would you be willing to offer her some guidance?"

Ok.

Jiang She nodded slightly.

It's time to help Xu Rong with her direction as well.