From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Thinking of this, Jiang She frowned slightly.

How could I be so careless?

He actually channeled a burst of magical power into her perineum.

Fortunately, Xu Rong had not been cultivating for long and only felt an itch in her legs, so she did not notice the magical power.

"Young Master Jiang, what are you thinking about?"

Xu Rong squeezed her jade-like legs together.

Jiang She looked seriously into the woman's eyes: "Sister Rong, it seems I've forgotten something."

"Where did it land?"

Xu Rong asked as she opened the food box.

Jiang She gazed intently at her:

"It fell on you, sister."

"?!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue.

Xu Rong's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Jiang She had discovered that she had taken the silk scroll.

She felt guilty.

Her emotions were in turmoil. Xu Rong felt a buzzing in her head, and her jade hand holding the food box trembled violently, shaking forward uncontrollably!

"Clang!"

The food box lurched forward, spilling the chicken soup.

The thick, white broth poured out all at once, splashing directly onto Jiang She's robes.

"ah--!"

Xu Rong gasped in surprise, her face instantly tense: "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Young Master Jiang, I didn't mean to..."

Her voice was panicked. She quickly put down what she was holding, stepped forward hastily, and stretched out her trembling hand:

"Young Master Jiang, are you burned?"

"Let me see you quickly!"

As Xu Rong spoke, she subconsciously reached out to brush the white fluid off Jiang She's clothes, but as soon as her fingers extended slightly, she abruptly withdrew them, realizing that this was inappropriate.

In her panic, she forgot all about being shy and quickly reached for her collar, took out a silk handkerchief tucked into her bulging bosom, and held it to the man's face.

Take a gentle sniff.

The handkerchief was still warm, and her body fragrance lingered.

Xu Rong carefully wiped the oil stains off the man's face with a handkerchief, but her movements were clumsy due to her panic. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid. Her two bulging breasts trembled violently with her wiping movements, almost pressing tightly against Jiang She's face, as if suffocating him.

"Young Master Jiang, are you...are you alright?"

"It's all my fault for being clumsy..."

She spoke incoherently, the handkerchief moving from Jiang She's cheek to his chin, then down his neck, wiping his collar, chest, abdomen, and other clothes that were soaked with soup.

Finally... it wiped on my crotch.

"!"

Xu Rong's expression tightened. Her fingertips touched that spot through the thin silk handkerchief, and as if she had been electrocuted, she jerked her fingers back and froze on the spot.

hiss....

It's huge....

A blush spread across Xu Rong's face, quickly reaching behind her ears, and even her fair chest turned pink. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Jiang She again.

"I...I have overstepped my bounds..."

"My lord, please forgive me..."

After saying that, she turned around in a panic, not caring about cleaning up the mess on the ground, and not even picking up the food box. She lifted her skirt and ran out as if fleeing in panic.

"Duāng! duāng! duāng!"

Her buttocks rippled, carrying a mixture of embarrassment and voluptuousness.

That night...

In the bedroom of the west courtyard, the oil lamp flickered dimly.

Under the dim light, Xu Rong's face was still flushed.

The embarrassment of fleeing in panic during the day, and the panic of overstepping his bounds, lingered in her heart like a brand.

As usual, she blew out the corridor lamp outside the door, sat cross-legged on the couch, took off her outer skirt, and wore only a thin inner garment, so that the landscape inside was vaguely visible.

He then eagerly picked up the scroll and tried to immerse himself in meditation to calm his chaotic mind.

However....

Tonight's energy flow is far less than the inspiration I felt in the past few days.

In the Qihai acupoint, the light bead that should have been warm and rolling was now as if covered in dust, becoming sluggish and slow; the moist path from the Tanzhong acupoint to the spine was also blurred and unclear, and several acupoints were faintly stagnant.

The flow of breath was like being trapped in quagmire, making it difficult to move.

No matter how she tried to breathe or adjust her breathing, her breath seemed to be blocked by a membrane, making it impossible for her to move smoothly.

Not long after.

Fine beads of fragrant sweat had seeped from Xu Rong's smooth forehead, and her temples were half-wet. She bit her lower lip and tried repeatedly, but her qi circulation remained stagnant. In fact, after doing it too much, she felt a faint, retrograde pain at her perineum.

"Alas!"

"How could this be...?"

The woman opened her eyes, staring blankly at the dim light, her heart filled with confusion and anxiety.

Little did she know that this was because Jiang She's powerful magic remained within her body.

He could only think about the accident that happened during the day.

Spilling the chicken soup, clumsily wiping it up, especially the last... that accidental touch and transgression.

"Could it be... that my clumsiness and rudeness today have displeased Young Master Jiang?"

An idea quietly took root.

Xu Rong looked horrified and thought to herself, "He must think I am frivolous and not steady enough, so... he has intentionally distanced himself from me, which is why I have less good fortune and my cultivation is not going well."

"Yes, that must be it!"

The more Xu Rong thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

That good fortune was originally drawn by Jiang Langjun's constitution. If he distanced himself from him, this good fortune would naturally fade, and he would lose that spiritual connection and smooth progress in his cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xu Rong looked down at her legs. Underneath the thin gauze undergarment, her legs were long and straight, tender and white as jade. She shifted her hips, and her breasts, covered by the thin garment, bounced up like waves.

She was always confident in her figure, especially her long legs and hips, which attracted the attention of countless men.

But now...

Young Master Jiang doesn't seem to eat...

"I underestimated him."

Xu Rong thought to herself, "Young Master Jiang is not the kind of shallow and impatient man. Just swaying my hips and striking poses won't catch his eye. I must... I must let him know how moist and lustrous my body is..."

As she pondered this to herself, she unconsciously brought her legs together and rubbed them together slightly, as if simulating some more intimate act.

Her buttocks swayed gently on the couch, bobbing back and forth, releasing an alluring fragrance. The neckline of her thin dress opened slightly with her swaying, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a cleavage in the middle, which shone with a lustrous sheen under the lamplight, white and tender enough to make one feel as if water could be squeezed out of it.

"Hmm...Young Master Jiang♡~~"

Facing the lamplight, Xu Rong felt as if Jiang She were right in front of her. Her voice was soft and sweet, unconsciously carrying a coquettish and probing tone: "This servant truly did not mean it today. If my lord is angry, please feel free to punish me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang She's voice suddenly echoed in her mind:

"Where to hit?"

Xu Rong was stunned for a moment, thinking she was just imagining things.

She lowered her head, turned her face away shyly, but her eyes secretly glanced at the lamplight, sending flirtatious glances, like a young woman secretly meeting her lover.

She glanced at it, then put her jade-like finger into her mouth, pulling out a sweet strand, and pressed it against her soft red lips, saying in a coquettish voice:

"Wherever you say, my lord, you will strike."

Before she could finish speaking, another voice rang in her head.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out abruptly in the quiet bedroom.

Xu Rong's cheeks flushed, and she felt a moment of disorientation. When she looked at the flickering lamplight in front of her, it seemed as if it had truly transformed into Jiang She's eyes, calmly watching her and waiting for her to be punished.

"Yes, yes, I deserve to be beaten..."

Xu Rong murmured, her eyes misting over, lingering and dreamy.

She raised her delicate hand and obediently slapped her other cheek, this time with even more force, leaving a hot handprint.

"Shh..."

The shadows of trees swayed on the window paper.

The lights inside flickered.

The red marks on Xu Rong's face gradually increased, but her oval face only became more charming because of the pain and shame.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling, as if the slap was not from her, but from Jiang She under the lamplight, who was choking her neck and raising his arm again and again.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three more slaps.

A man's voice echoed in my head:

"Did I make a mistake?"

"Um...My lord, I know I was wrong..."

The woman let out a soft moan, her voice moist and sticky.

As she sweetly apologized, the slapping stopped, but the punishment continued.

Following the voice in her head, she slowly rose from the couch, turning her voluptuous body, clad only in a thin gauze undergarment, toward the lamplight. Then, she placed her hands on the edge of the couch, softly lowered her waist, and raised her round buttocks high, gently swaying them to the left and right in front of her illusory lover.

Under the light, the thin undergarment was stretched taut, the inside almost transparent, clearly outlining two full buttocks and the deep crevice in the middle, white and without any pubic hair, the waves of the buttocks gleaming with an alluring fleshy sheen under the dim light.

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound rang out, not from a real object, but from Xu Rong mimicking the feeling of being slapped. She slapped her buttocks hard, causing a wave of flesh to roll across them.

She let out a short, delicate "ah," and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it was pain or something else. Her hips swayed from side to side, twisting restlessly.

"Duāng! duāng! duāng!"

Her buttocks swayed dramatically, creating waves of flesh.

The woman's moans, initially shy, grew increasingly languid, and finally... became wanton:

"Ouch...it hurts, please be gentle, my lord..."

"Do you dare?"

This is the voice in my head.

"Waaah, I'll never dare to do it again..."

Xu Rong speaks in a coquettish tone.

She pleaded for mercy intermittently, but her voice became increasingly seductive and alluring, almost melting the man's very bones.

Despite making such indecent and even somewhat erotic gestures, Xu Rong felt no embarrassment whatsoever. She was even a little excited, focused solely on pleasing the voice in her head, as if some hidden attribute had been unearthed.

finally....

Through her tireless efforts.

She has tamed herself...

The next day.

The sky is dimly bright.

Jiang She got dressed and got out of bed early again.

He pushed open the door, and before he could even look up, he smelled an alluring fragrance.

"Young Master Jiang~"

The woman, carrying a food box, waited outside the door.

"Um."

Jiang She nodded coldly, his voice indifferent.

Before Xu Rong could even finish saying the sweet "I've made soup again today," he raised his hand and closed the door.

"Huh?!"

Xu Rong froze, her smile turning to blankness. Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion, and the food box in her hand suddenly felt heavy; she couldn't lift it no matter what she did.

"What...what does this mean?"

Xu Rong's heart skipped a beat. The embarrassment of overstepping her bounds yesterday and the awkwardness of practicing martial arts at night surged into her mind.

The morning breeze swept through the corridor, chilling her heart. All the words and gestures she had carefully prepared vanished without a trace.

"As expected, they're angry with me..."

Xu Rong's eyebrows were curved, and a sense of loss clung to her heart like vines. She bit her lip, but refused to leave.

Midday...

Xu Rong changed into a more elegant dress, but it still couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. She then stewed the soup again and came to Jiang She's room once more.

She took a deep breath, her face breaking into an even sweeter smile, and was about to knock on the door when she noticed it was slightly ajar.

Squeak!

"Young Master Jiang!"

Her voice carried a sweet surprise.

Jiang She glanced at her.

Without saying a word, he closed the door again.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut, sending out a gust of wind that swept across our faces!

Xu Rong was stunned for a moment, her hair was blown into disarray.

The smile on her face vanished completely, and her delicate hands gripped the handle of the food box so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white.

That silent response was like a bucket of cold water poured over her from head to toe. The sense of loss in her heart plummeted rapidly, as if she were falling off a cliff, almost shattering her.

She always prided herself on her excellent looks and figure, and was willing to lower herself to please others. In the past, she had never been treated coldly and turned away in this house.

But unfortunately...

But in front of this Mr. Jiang, all her pride and joy were completely rendered useless.

Xu Rong walked back dejectedly, carrying the food box. Her steps were no longer light, and her hips no longer swayed deliberately.

Occasionally, servants would pass by in the corridor, gloating and calling her a "slut." Those words that had once made her proud now sounded extremely grating to her ears.

"No...we can't just let this go!"

A sudden surge of determination rose within Xu Rong, and she felt she could no longer continue like this.

We need to... use some drastic measures!

...

...

"Coo coo coo!"

The night was quiet, and only the mournful cry of owls could be heard.

Today marks the third time Xu Rong has visited Jiang She's house.

This time, she didn't mention the food box. She was only dressed in a nearly transparent gauze dress, with the landscape inside partially revealed. Her face was not made up, only lightly powdered. Yet, her eyes held a seductive charm and a resolute determination.

As she approached the door, she gently raised her hand, then lowered it again.

She wanted to knock on the door, but she didn't dare.

The coldness of being turned away twice during the day now felt like icy needles piercing her chest.

They say things shouldn't happen more than three times; if we're turned away again this time...

Xu Rong stared at the tightly closed door, her heart pounding. She looked at her nearly naked outfit and wondered if the drug had been too strong.

If... if Young Master Jiang dislikes it or hates it, wouldn't I be pushing him away with my own hands?

Xu Rong dared not think about it anymore.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

She even began to regret it, regretting her impulsive decision to wear such shameful clothes.

Although... she also hoped to be loved and pampered by Jiang She, just as she had fantasized about last night.

But right now...

"Maybe... we should just go back..."

She started to have second thoughts and took a step back, but before she could take more than a few steps, the wooden door that she had been staring at for so long creaked open and was slowly pushed open.

"?!"

"Young Master Jiang?"

Xu Rong froze, her expression turning blank.

Jiang She blinked:

"Sister Rong, are you not bringing chicken soup anymore?"

Xu Rong was stunned for a moment: "No, I didn't bring it."

Jiang She nodded and waved his hand.

"Come in."

"Want to come in for some chicken soup?"

"Come in and have some chicken."