From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Shh... shh..."

Outside the window, the shadows of trees sway gently; beneath the tent, two figures stand side by side.

Xu Rong finally got her wish and drank the chicken soup from the man.

"Hmm..."

The beautiful woman arched her neck, like a swan raising its voice.

Jiang She kept his eyes straight ahead and moved straight up to her.

His movements showed no mercy, but rather a skillful and experienced determination, as he was solely focused on retrieving the magical power left in the woman's body.

The bed creaked and groaned for a long time.

Finally, the rapid breathing stopped in the storm, gradually turning into panting after strenuous exercise.

"call--"

"Young Master Jiang, how come you know so many embarrassing moves? Have you been cheating on me?"

"Wait a minute, the rules in this household are always strict, and you've always stayed in the back room... so you must be born knowing how to pamper women... Ah! I'm so lucky!"

Xu Rong laughed dreamily.

Jiang She did not reply.

He closed his eyes, focused his mind on his body, and carefully felt the flow of magical power in his Qihai acupoint.

really!

After the repair, he "harvested" back the magical power that had inadvertently remained in Xu Rong's body.

However, what alarmed him even more was that as soon as the magical power returned to its place, it was as if it had undergone the fusion of water and milk in a woman's body, becoming even thicker and more solid than ordinary magical power.

Its inherent "quality" and "quantity" seem to have been solidified and expanded through repeated cycles of yin and yang complementation, becoming more powerful and resilient. Upon closer inspection, Jiang She discovered that the magical power was twice as wide as an ordinary magical power!

The magical power, which was originally as fine as a stream, now had a babbling quality, like a babbling brook.

This is not a simple addition, but a qualitative change.

Jiang She could clearly sense that the warm and gentle feeling brought by this "widened" magical power when it circulated in his meridians was more obvious. Presumably, the power it brought when activating his cultivation techniques and casting spells would also be greater.

"So this is the wonder of 'sexual cultivation'!"

Jiang She's mind raced, but his face remained calm. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the pillow.

Beside the pillow was the woman's face, still flushed.

At this moment, the woman's alluring eyes were fixed on the man, as if she wanted to etch his heroic figure into her mind.

"Young Master Jiang~"

Seeing Jiang She open his eyes, Xu Rong's voice became even more affectionate, carrying a languid sweetness after the event. Her fingertips lightly traced his sweaty chest as she chuckled softly.

"Why is my lord not speaking?"

"Is it because I haven't served you well?"

As she spoke, her buttocks restlessly rubbed against the man's waist, creating a soft, smooth sensation.

Jiang She glanced at her.

His gaze swept over the woman's sweaty, smooth back, feeling its soft, warm touch, then settled on her inner thighs. He stared at the sheets for a while, but saw no blood. He frowned and said:

"Sister Rong..."

"Um?"

"Didn't you say you've never been with a man?"

"Yes, my lord is the first one♡~"

The woman gazed at the man with alluring eyes, her gaze filled with deep affection.

The man raised an eyebrow:

"Then why isn't there any blood on your bed?"

"Ah, this..."

Xu Rong blushed and said shyly, "To be honest, my lord, I... I picked the red pill out myself..."

"..."

Jiang She remained silent.

He glanced at the panel.

"Two days have passed. Shall we sell that slutty hussy Xu Rong?"

Jiang She chose to ignore it.

To him, Xu Rong was an indestructible furnace, though of low rank, she was resilient and hardy!

Right now, he still needs to leave his magic power in her perineum so that his magic power can become thicker and wider.

Xu Rong, too, is enjoying the blessings of good fortune.

However....

While the man and woman in the room were each lost in their own thoughts, a major event was taking place in the Xu family mansion.

Xu Ningyuan returned from the Black Yamen and was summoned by the servants in his Third Uncle's room. They went straight to the South Courtyard together.

The Xu family's south courtyard was where a group of elders lived together.

The Third Uncle's courtyard was particularly secluded, located at the deepest part of the South Courtyard, far from the residences of the other clan elders. A narrow cobblestone path, just wide enough for two people, led directly to the gate. The walls were covered with lush vines, creating a verdant and shady scene. From a distance, it lacked the grandeur and bustle of the other residences.

Xu Ningyuan walked steadily to the door.

I looked up.

Under the moonlight, the eaves of the courtyard were upturned, the door was ajar, and a bright yellow candlelight shone through the crack, casting shadows on the window paper.

"Squeak—"

Xu Ningyuan raised his hand and pushed the door open.

He walked into the courtyard and went straight to his uncle's room.

Pushing open the door again, one sees a simple interior furnishing. A table, a chair, and a couch are all made of old rosewood, gleaming with a warm luster. Several calligraphy and paintings hang on the wall, all signed with the three characters "Li Chenfeng" in a casual and hasty manner. On the table is a bronze incense burner, which is emitting a clear and refreshing sandalwood fragrance.

The old man did not sit upright in the armchair as usual, but leaned against the couch, wearing only a brocade outer robe embroidered with auspicious and longevity patterns. The collar of his inner garment was slightly open, revealing his dry, wrinkled skin covered with age spots.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating his ashen face.

Who would have thought that just a few days ago, the old man, who exuded an imposing aura in the family law hall, now had droopy eyelids, deep wrinkles, and obvious weariness between his brows, shrouded in a lingering fatigue. His breathing was also heavy and short, like a tree trunk that had suddenly been drained of moisture, showing a sense of abrupt decline that had nothing to do with age.

"uncle!"

Upon seeing this, Xu Ningyuan felt a chill and quickly stepped forward.

He was burdened with destiny, and as a fellow "pharmacist," he had even worked at the Imperial Hospital in his youth, saving many high-ranking officials and nobles. His eyesight was incredibly sharp; with just one glance, he could tell that his third uncle's complexion was unusual, with a slight bluish-black tinge in his pupils.

It was clearly the appearance of someone who had been poisoned!

"uncle!"

Xu Ningyuan exclaimed anxiously, "Uncle, you've been poisoned? Who on earth would dare to be so audacious?!"

"I'll go and capture him right now!"

As he spoke, he walked out.

"No need..."

The old man forced open his eyes, struggled to raise his arm, and stopped his hot-tempered nephew, saying in a hoarse voice:

"No need, Ningyuan, I... know that my body... is poisoned."

"!"

Xu Ningyuan's expression changed drastically: "Uncle, since you already suspected it, why didn't you say so sooner? Nephew..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man interrupted him.

The old man spoke calmly, as if stating a trivial matter: "The reason I haven't mentioned this matter is because I did it intentionally."

"Was it done intentionally?"

Xu Ningyuan looked astonished.

Third Uncle nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the deep night outside the window, and slowly said:

"Although you were not present at the family law hall the other day, you must have already seen what happened there. The brothers in the family seem to be of one mind, but in reality... they each have their own thoughts."

"At my age, I am nearing the end of my life. Whether I live or how long I live is no longer important. I am only afraid that once I die, some villain will jump out and make a fuss."

Cough cough cough...

At this point, the old man coughed a few times.

A maidservant stepped forward to pat his back, but he waved her hand, indicating it was unnecessary. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"But my death will still serve some purpose."

"I'll take this opportunity of dying from poisoning to thoroughly expose those filthy and disloyal people in my family! It will also allow my descendants to rectify the family's atmosphere."

Xu Ningyuan was stunned upon hearing this.

He was both shocked and heartbroken, his throat tightening as he said, "Uncle, why did you have to do this! The family's situation can be improved gradually, how could you risk your life..."

At this point, Xu Ningyuan's lips trembled.

He couldn't continue.

The old man gave a bitter smile and shook his head:

"With Ninghe bedridden, the family was already in disarray. Now that Qingyue is in charge, the foundation is not yet stable. Some people... I'm afraid they can't wait any longer. As long as I'm alive, they still have some reservations. But once I die, they will definitely show their true colors. At that time, it will be the perfect opportunity to eliminate internal troubles and truly take control of the family..."

The old man gasped for breath, his voice even weaker. His withered, rough hand gently patted Xu Ningyuan's hand, as if entrusting his dying possession to someone:

"Ning Yuan, you are Ning He's younger brother and Qing Yue's uncle. This matter... I entrust it to you."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ningyuan took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, nodded emphatically, and said:

"Uncle, please rest assured."

Seeing that he agreed, the old man slowly said:

"Among the family members, though some may be disloyal, not all are necessarily evil. You must not generalize and exterminate their entire lineage. But if there are truly those who are stubborn and determined to bring chaos to the family... then do not Don't forget to nip them in the bud!"

After speaking, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He closed his eyes slightly, a complex expression on his face, and murmured:

"But... I'm afraid I'll have to make things difficult for you, to play the bad guy..."

Xu Ningyuan shook his head.

It's just a little stigma, nothing to worry about.

Wasn't he also falsely accused by court officials of drinking the Empress Dowager's foot bath water?

For the sake of the family, these things... are nothing.

...

...

The next day.

As soon as dawn broke, Jiang She noticed that the woman who had been moaning beside him all night was gone.

It was as if they had never been there.

Stepping out the door, I was greeted by a bright and sunny view.

Before they could even step out the door, they saw shadowy figures moving about on the various passageways and corridors leading to the main courtyard and side courtyards.

The servants and maids in the mansion were constantly moving about, and several teams of laborers and craftsmen hired from outside were carrying various materials out in a line, shouting their work songs.

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

The laborers, chanting in unison, moved in groups of five or six, carrying thick, smooth-polished cedar poles, toward the open space on the east side of the mansion.

The cedar poles looked quite heavy, pressing down on the laborers' shoulders, causing sweat to roll down their dark faces and bare backs, glistening in the sunlight.

"Hey! Watch your step, you over there, don't bump into the pillars!"

"Over here! Over here! Move the incense table and banners to the west corner storeroom for inventory."

"..."

The sounds of shouts, footsteps, and the clanging of timber filled the air.

Jiang She listened intently and heard the sounds of people talking noisily outside the wall, carried on the wind:

"Have you heard? In four days, the Xu family will invite that mountain god messenger to perform a public ritual to cure Master Xu's illness!"

"How could I not know! The whole capital is buzzing about it now! My neighbor, Aunt Wang, spent half yesterday arguing with someone at the alley entrance, betting two taels of silver on whether that messenger really had supernatural powers!"

"The Zhao family really put in a lot of effort this time. It's said that the mountain god's messenger was invited because of the Zhao family's influence."

"Tsk tsk, the Xu family is really grasping at straws in their desperation. By making Old Master Xu's condition public, aren't they just throwing away all their dignity?"

"Well, you can't say that. I think it's a good thing that's about to happen between the Xu and Zhao families."

"What good news?"

"Heh! In the capital, who doesn't know that Young Master Zhao Jiaren has long coveted the beauty of Xu Qingyue from the Xu family?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense..."

"Tch, that's exactly right."

Outside the wall, the discussions rose and fell like waves. Although separated by the wall and carried by the wind from afar, making them indistinct, Jiang She could still hear them clearly with his divine sense.

really....

After several days of fermentation, especially with the Zhao family's intentional or unintentional encouragement, this "ritual" has now become a hot topic, known to all the people in the capital.

Jiang She walked through the busy courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the mountains of timber and bundles of colorful silk.

His mind stirred slightly, and his divine sense quietly spread out.

The enormous mansion instantly came into his view.

He could see and hear: inside the steward's room, several elderly servants were frantically checking the list; at the door of the side room, Qiao'er was frowning as she supervised the laborers carrying boxes of incense, candles, and offerings in and out.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

They ended up in an inconspicuous dormitory room.

The boy's excited voice rang in his ears:

"It's done! It's done!"

"I did it!"

"I've mastered that boxing manual!"

"I'm going to become Coach Chen's last disciple!"

Ok?

Is there really a genius who can master the Xu Family Boxing Manual?!

Jiang She was startled.

Looking around.

The man was none other than the newly arrived servant, Qin Lie.

...

...

"Hahaha!"

"I did it! I did it!"

The man's maniacal laughter echoed repeatedly in the dormitory, and his almost insane madness could be heard from a distance.

Jiang She glanced at it, and a line of small characters slowly appeared:

"Today you have encountered a cultivation talent that appears only once in a century—Qin Lie. You may spend 10,000 coins to control this talent."

Ok?

Talent?

Jiang She's eyelids twitched, and his expression shifted slightly.

Qin Lie is a newly arrived guard who has only been working for a month or so. He doesn't know much about self-preservation, but he is indeed a talented individual.

Jiang She developed a love for the material.

"Buy!"

With a thought, a small piece of the gold brick in his pocket disappeared instantly, but in its place, lines of small characters appeared.

Qin Lie

"Background: A down-on-his-luck youth who fled from the north bank. He is skilled in cultivation and has a proficiency panel that can handle anything. He entered the Xu family by practicing his fist techniques, and plotted to step on the Xu family to rise to power."

"Evaluation: Self-proclaimed as destined for greatness, arrogant and complacent, yet a superior talent in cultivation. Can be sold in two days."

"North Shore..."

Jiang She frowned slightly.

The Great Qian Dynasty was located on the south bank of the Tongtian River, while the north bank was the territory of the Buddhist Kingdoms. Qin Lie came from the north bank...

Does the Xu family know his background?

Jiang She was deep in thought.

Looking up, he saw a maid in a flowing robe walking towards him. Upon seeing Jiang She, the maid gave a slight curtsy and said:

"Young Master Jiang, Miss invites you in."

"Okay, sure."

Jiang She nodded and followed the maid to the Three Courtyards.

Along the way, he couldn't help but inquire:

"Good sister, do you know why Miss is looking for me?"

"Alas! Young Master Jiang, this servant does not know..."

"I see. Who else did Miss call?"

"It seems they also summoned a new servant."

The maidservant pondered for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, and added, "That servant is also a guard in the young lady's courtyard."

Jiang She nodded silently.

He roughly figured out the reason.

Before long, he followed the maid to the young lady's courtyard.

The maidservant left on her own.

Jiang She nodded in agreement.

He looked up and saw a screen in the pavilion above, with twelve or thirteen beautiful maids standing on either side of it.

Behind the screen sat a woman with a slender figure, her head slightly lowered, as she held a pen and flipped through the account books on the table.

The woman's hair was loosely tied up, with a jade hairpin protruding diagonally from the side of her bun. Her swan-like neck was snow-white and smooth. Even through the screen, she exuded a quiet and graceful charm.

"Miss."

Jiang She raised his hand in a salute.

"Um."

Xu Qingyue's head twitched slightly.

Then she waved her hand, dismissing the maids around her. Once the women were far away, she blinked her beautiful eyes, like a resentful woman secluded in her boudoir, and gave Jiang She a reproachful look, saying softly:

"Come in and talk to me~"

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Jiang She shuddered.

Why is Miss speaking in such a high-pitched, affected way?

He stood outside the pavilion, separated by a screen, listening to the voice that sounded both resentful and yearning. For a moment, he was at a loss for what to do, and could only clasp his hands, bow his head, and stammer:

"How can a servant be allowed to act so presumptuously in front of the young lady?"

"This humble servant... will reply here."

Behind the screen, Xu Qingyue was gently tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. Hearing his refusal, her jade-like fingers holding the brush paused slightly. She raised her head and looked at the man with a resentful gaze:

"Just come in when we tell you to. What are you refusing for?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"Then why aren't you coming in?"

"Yes."

Jiang She sensed a hint of reproach in her words, which made his scalp tingle. He could only agree and then stepped into the pavilion.

The pavilion is furnished in an elegant style.

There was only a small table and a desk, and two embroidered stools.

Xu Qingyue gently sat down on the embroidered stool, closed the account book, glanced at Jiang She, and seeing that he was only standing in the pavilion and did not approach, the resentment in her eyes deepened, and she said sadly:

"What's wrong? You won't come forward?"

"I asked you to come behind this screen."

"No, I wouldn't dare..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang She hurriedly apologized.

Xu Qingyue muttered, "Then how dare you... with other women..." She frowned and asked, "..."

Do you know why I've come to find you?

Jiang She did not hesitate:

"Miss is probably concerned about the boxing manual."

"Yes, that's right, it's for the chickens... huh?"

Xu Qingyue raised an eyebrow, interrupting her own words. Her pretty face froze, and she stared blankly at Jiang She for a while. She had originally intended to follow Xu Rong's example and invite Jiang She to drink chicken soup, but she didn't expect... that the other party would misunderstand.

no way.

The girl was shy and could only go along with what he said:

"Hmm...you're right, I invited you here precisely because of the boxing manual."

"But Young Master Jiang, you have a kind heart."

"I wouldn't dare."

Jiang She apologized, completely oblivious to the jealousy in the woman's words. Instead, he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and inquired:

"However... it's inconvenient for Miss to summon me here, as this matter is entirely entrusted to Instructor Chen. Besides..." He turned and looked around, "Where is Instructor Chen?"

"Hmm... Instructor Chen will be here shortly."

Xu Qingyue gave a vague answer.

"Oh." Jiang She nodded.

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Qingyue raised her hand and called out, "Someone! Quickly go and invite Instructor Chen."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang She was immediately stunned.

Wasn't Instructor Chen supposed to arrive soon? Why are you only going to invite him now? Apparently, you didn't call him...

Did they only call me?

They only called me!

This...this doesn't seem right.

Jiang She's eyelids twitched, and he instantly sensed something was wrong.

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

Jiang She remained silent.

Xu Qingyue wanted to find a topic to talk about, but she didn't know where to start, so she remained silent and pretended to be looking at the account book.

Jiang She glanced at her and frowned.

"Miss."

"Um?"

"You've got your ledger upside down."

"...I like to do things the opposite way."

"..."

Jiang She remained silent.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Qingyue secretly straighten the account book that was upside down in her hand.

"!"

Jiang She did not turn his head, but Xu Qingyue's expression tightened, as if she had sensed his gaze. She immediately picked up the account book in embarrassment to cover her blushing face.

The pavilion was completely silent.

The atmosphere became subtle.

...

Not long after.

Qin Lie and Chen Kun both arrived.

Qin Lie walked ahead, head held high, his slightly immature face filled with barely suppressed excitement and high spirits. He had specially changed into a new outfit today; although the fabric was not expensive brocade, it was still starched and clean.

Chen Kun followed closely behind, still dressed in martial arts attire.

He entered the courtyard, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and without stealing a glance at the beauty behind the screen, simply said:

"Miss Xu."

Qin Lie, however, took a half-step forward, even more so than Chen Kun, and secretly glanced at the beautiful figure behind the screen. He licked his lips and said:

"This humble one, Qin Lie, greets Miss."

Although he said this, there was not a trace of humility in his words. It was as if after today, he would be like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, no longer needing to be subservient to others. He would take every step of the way and make all the beautiful maids and noble ladies of the Xu family kneel and bend over!

Xu Qingyue put down the account book and looked at the two of them:

"Gentlemen, there's no need for such formalities."

As she spoke, her gaze swept across the screen, first glancing at Qin Lie, then at Chen Kun, who was half a step behind him, and said, "Instructor Chen, this young master Qin claims to have mastered the boxing manual. Qingyue dares not believe him lightly, nor dares to bury talent. Since you taught him the manual, Instructor Chen should personally verify it."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lie immediately became excited.

His chest was puffed out, his eyes full of anticipation, and he bowed respectfully to Chen Kun, saying:

"Instructor Chen, please offer your guidance!"

However....

Chen Kun's face showed no sign of taking it for granted.

Upon hearing Xu Qingyue's words, his heart sank, and his lips went dry, leaving him speechless for a long time.

Inspection?

What are you checking?

I haven't even mastered it myself, how can I check others' work?

How would I know what it would look like, what kind of imposing presence it would have, once I've mastered this boxing style? I haven't even learned it yet...

Chen Kun felt caught in a dilemma.

If Qin Lie was just boasting, that would be fine. He could use his years of martial arts experience to find fault with his stance and power. But what if... what if this kid really had something strange about him, and he, as the instructor, couldn't see it?

This...this is a complete loss of face...

Chen Kun became increasingly panicked, and his lips twitched involuntarily. After a long pause, he had no choice but to give up and do whatever he wanted.

He addressed the eager Qin Lie:

"Just demonstrate that fist technique once."

"Um?"

Qin Lie's eyes widened in surprise: "It's that simple?"

Simple?

Upon hearing this, Chen Kun was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Simple? This kid... is way too arrogant. I've practiced for so long and I still can't throw three punches. You want me to perform the entire boxing manual? That's not simple, is it?

Chen Kun was instantly enraged, feeling that the young man in front of him was extremely disrespectful to his teacher. He frowned and said irritably:

"If you want me to hit you, then hit me."

"Whether it is true or false, I can tell for myself."

"it is good."

Having said that, Qin Lie could no longer refuse and immediately assumed a boxing stance, ready to throw a punch.

Unlike the "Eight Great Boards" which were regarded as the standard in the Great Qian Dynasty, the boxing style used by Qin Lie did not have the horse stance of Changquan or Tongbei, but emphasized "freedom and ultimate intent".

"Snapped!"

Qin Lie lightly lifted his left foot, lightly touched the ground with the toes of his right foot, turned his body slightly to the side, stood on one foot, and his fists were loosely clenched, darting out from under his ribs in a cunning manner.

His boxing stance is really strange.

The upper body moves with fists and arms, like a nimble monkey picking peaches.

His lower body is on one leg, like a golden rooster standing on one leg.

She was like a crane ready to take flight at any moment, a strange blend of lightness and composure.

Suddenly...

He moved.

The body movements are no longer stiff and rigid, but rather fluid and natural, like flowing clouds and water. The fists and feet are like snakes and monkeys, agile and cunning. The footwork is even more unpredictable, seemingly without any rules, taking one step east and one step west, but always able to support the body's center of gravity steadily at the most unbelievable angles, and using the force to generate power to drive the next punch.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Qin Lie's muscles and bones crackled together, producing a popping sound like popping beans. His breath was long and steady, his fists followed his body, and his intentions moved with his fists. His set of fist techniques was smooth and seamless, as if it were a natural skill.

When it came to the final move, Qin Lie suddenly took a half step back, twisted his waist and hips, and his spine swung like a dragon's tail, sending all the power of his body along his arm to his right fist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, a fist, like a shooting star, slammed into a bare pear tree in the yard, devoid of any petals.

The pear tree did not break; instead, it swayed from side to side, shaking down a snowflake.

It's snowing?

In the courtyard, everyone was slightly taken aback.

Do not!

It's not snow, it's pear blossoms!

But why would pear blossoms be blooming at this time?

It's only early spring now, and pear blossoms shouldn't be blooming at this time.

Before everyone could react, a rustling sound rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw the pear tree that Qin Lie had just punched was visibly falling apart at an alarming rate...

--flowering!

"Rustling..."

Flowers bloom like turning the pages of a book.

In the blink of an eye, the entire pear tree, from top to bottom, was covered with hundreds of pear blossoms!

"hiss......"

Chen Kun was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His large, bell-like eyes were fixed on the pear blossoms that were blooming in an instant. His lips trembled, his face was horrified, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

What... what kind of boxing style is this?

He... he really mastered it?!

Thinking of this, Chen Kun's mind went blank, and his two sunken eyes were filled with deep shock.

Behind the screen, Xu Qingyue's account book fell to the ground with a "clatter." Her lips parted slightly, her almond-shaped eyes widened, staring at the snow-white pear blossoms, and she murmured:

"It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong! It can make an iron tree bloom... It's truly my family's martial art!"

"how?"

Qin Lie's voice rang out.

The boy's lips curled into a hint of arrogance.

He glanced at the crowd and, seeing their astonished looks, seemed to enjoy them.

However, Chen Kun remained silent.

He was stunned, his mouth agape.

Xu Qingyue nodded: "Excellent! What do you want? I can grant you anything that can be resolved with gold and silver."

Qin Lie smiled.

"I want a woman."

"A woman? Who?"

"Xu Rong".

Before Qin Lie could finish speaking, small characters suddenly appeared before Jiang She's eyes:

"Your slave has discovered your furnace."

Ok?

Jiang She was taken aback.

You dare try to steal my woman?