From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

P.S.: Yesterday's chapter was suspended again, so I'll post it together with today's.

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"To act on your orders?"

Li Nian raised an eyebrow, his narrow eyes suddenly narrowing as he looked at Zhao Jiaren as if he were a villain.

He said coldly:

"Does Young Master Zhao think that he can lure me with profit and make me do something as treacherous as betraying my master for personal gain? Ha... He greatly underestimates the character of Li Nian!"

He stopped referring to him as "Master Zhao" and started calling him "Young Master Zhao," clearly indicating that he was genuinely angry.

Before he finished speaking, Li Nian suddenly raised his hand and pressed his five fingers down hard on the hilt of the sword at his waist, like iron clamps!

"Clang—!"

The scabbard collided with the guard, producing a sharp sound.

The car was cramped, as if the sound of the sword's cry would pierce through it.

Li Nian pressed his sword without moving, but this action made the maid beside him feel as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

Her gaze sharpened, and her hands, which had been clasped in front of her abdomen, suddenly separated, revealing two daggers in her hands. Holding one in each hand, she shielded Zhao Jiaren behind her.

Her sharp eyes were fixed on Li Nian's hand on his sword, as if she would chop it off on the spot if it dared to move.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and hostile.

Zhao Jiaren smiled, concealing his inner panic, "Young Master Li is righteous, I admire him, but... I heard today that the Xu family has produced an extraordinary figure who has attracted the favor of Thunderbolt Hand Chen Kun, who has taken him as his last disciple."

"Young Master Li, is this true?"

Li Nian frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Jiaren grinned, with a hint of malice. "It's just that I saw him go into a secluded alley just now, and he hasn't come out since."

"Young Master Li, what do you say?"

"!"

Li Nian's expression tightened; he sensed the coercion in those words and coldly replied:

"Young Master Zhao, are you trying to threaten me?"

"Hahaha, no, no."

Zhao Jiaren waved his hand and flattered, "Brother Li has heroic qualities, how could I dare to coerce you? In my humble opinion, if Thunderbolt Hand Chen Kun were to take on a disciple, in terms of aptitude and temperament, Brother Li should be the one who catches his eye the most."

After Zhao Jiaren finished speaking, he slowly sipped his tea and glanced at Li Nian with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Li Nian remained silent.

Zhao Jiaren's words, though seemingly flattering, actually struck at his sore spot, causing him to turn pale and grit his teeth in anger.

hateful!

They've got a hold of them!

If the murder and arson at the tavern are exposed, not only will the Xu family not tolerate me, but even if the government investigates, with so many experts in the underworld, even a mere constable would not escape my death!

Should we kill him first...?

Li Nian looked at Zhao Jiaren with a sinister gaze.

As he thought of this, a chilling killing intent suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. His hand on the hilt of the sword tightened abruptly, his five fingers working together so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"Crunch!"

The scabbard rubbed against the guard, producing a piercing, sharp sound.

It seemed as if he was about to launch a sudden attack at any moment and stab Zhao Jiaren, who knew too much, to death with a single sword!

However, just as Li Nian's murderous intent was at its peak, a dangerous aura quietly spread out.

Li Nian's heart tightened, and he quickly glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

The maid who had been blocking Zhao Jiaren's way suddenly found herself staring intently at him with cold, icy eyes, as if she were looking at fish on a chopping board.

A suffocating sense of death crept in.

Even though the maid hadn't moved, Li Nian felt his neck being slashed by a sharp blade, and blood was gushing out.

He dared not make a move.

The carriage, however, carried him gradually towards the Xu family's residence...

Not long after, at the entrance of a small alley near the Xu family, Li Nian got off the carriage, his left hand on the hilt of his sword, his face deathly pale.

"Don't go any further."

"I'm afraid you'll misunderstand, Miss."

Li Nian glanced back at the man in the carriage.

Zhao Jiaren half-lifted the carriage curtain and laughed:

"Young Master Li, it's better to have more friends than more enemies. You should think it over carefully."

"..."

Li Nian pursed his lips and remained silent.

Just now in the carriage, Zhao Jiaren had patiently persuaded him, promising him many benefits. Li Nian was indeed tempted, but he couldn't... couldn't let the young lady down.

"Knock knock knock!"

The sound of the carriage wheels rang out again as they rolled over the bluestone road. Zhao Jiaren lowered the curtain and retreated back into the carriage.

In the blink of an eye, only Li Nian remained, standing blankly at the alley entrance. His hand, which had been gripping the sword hilt, was already aching and numb, yet he hadn't dared to draw the sword from the beginning...

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"Shh..."

The bright moon shines over the mountains, and the lights are dim.

Jiang She returned to the back room and pushed open the door to enter.

"Um?"

As soon as Jiang She entered the room, he smelled a faint woman's fragrance, lingering and permeating the air.

He recognized the scent; it carried a hint of a woman's natural fragrance, mixed with a touch of cosmetics and soap. It was the same honey-scented fragrance he had smelled on Xu Rong last night.

A quick glance revealed that the room was furnished as usual, with no signs of being disturbed. Only the mattress on the bed was slightly dented, as if flattened by a woman's buttocks, forming two semicircles. It was still warm to the touch, indicating that someone had just left.

Jiang She immediately understood.

Xu Rong, that flirtatious hussy, wasn't satisfied with just offering him soup during the day; she probably wanted to come back at night to warm his bed. Unfortunately, seeing that Jiang She wasn't there, she had no choice but to leave dejectedly, leaving behind this bothersome fragrance.

Jiang She smiled and brought up the control panel.

Before long, the woman's bedroom came into view.

Inside the bedroom, Xu Rong was sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing a light, thin shirt that partially exposed her shoulders and her long hair was loose.

She closed her eyes, placed her hands on her knees, formed a lotus mudra, and guided the faint energy within her body with each breath.

"Practicing martial arts again."

Jiang She admired the woman's perseverance.

Upon seeing this, he had a thought, and a warm, gentle stream of magical power separated from his dantian, ignoring the distance in space, and went straight into the depths of Xu Rong's dantian.

"Buzz...!"

The moment the magic entered her body, Xu Rong's delicate body trembled violently, so much so that she hurriedly squeezed her legs together and shook twice.

"Alas!"

Xu Rong, who was immersed in cultivation, suddenly felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, as if a warm current had been inserted into her. In her Qihai acupoint, the tiny speck of light that was originally as small as dust gradually became brighter as she experienced waves of tingling and numbness.

"It worked! It worked again!"

Xu Rong opened her beautiful eyes, her heart filled with uncontrollable joy. She felt the light spot in her Qihai acupoint suddenly grow larger, but she did not notice the magical power that was sinking into her Qihai acupoint.

That's not her fault.

If anyone is to blame, it's Jiang She.

When Jiang She was writing the "Qi-Inducing Scripture of the Next Month", he only intended for this technique to be used exclusively for furnace cultivation. Therefore, he deliberately omitted the mention of magical power and subtly changed the concept.

Therefore, Xu Rong could only judge her cultivation progress by observing the size of the light spot in her Qihai acupoint.

Seeing that the light spot in her Qihai acupoint had noticeably grown larger, Xu Rong immediately beamed with joy.

"whee!"

"Indeed, being close to Young Master Jiang brings good fortune! My buttocks haven't been wasted on his riding!"

Xu Rong slowly finished her practice and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Then she reached out and gently stroked her flat stomach, as if she could touch that spot of light on her skin.

She had spent several nights practicing to create a ring of light spots.

Now, however, everything is going smoothly, and in no time, the light spot has grown larger.

Thinking of this, Xu Rong couldn't help but think to herself, "I only had one night of passion with Young Master Jiang, and I've already received such good fortune. If I were to conceive more and bear his child, wouldn't all this good fortune... be mine?"

"Ah! Young Master Jiang is truly a remarkable person..."

Xu Rong laughed dreamily.

Her gaze drifted to the deep night outside the window, but her thoughts had already flown to Jiang She's room, and she couldn't help but blush.

"No, we can't just wait like this..."

After thinking it over, she suddenly stood up, tidied her slightly disheveled hair in front of the bronze mirror, picked up rouge, and added a touch of vibrant color to her lips. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her soft, alluring figure exuded charm, completely opening her legs for anyone to take.

Thinking:

"Go later in the night... wait until he's sound asleep... then..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Xu Rong smiled, covering her face with her sleeve. She was determined to give Jiang She a surprise, hoping to use her most sincere offerings to exchange for more and more real blessings.

Not long after.

The night was deep and all was quiet.

Jiang She blew out the oil lamp and lay down fully clothed.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound outside the window. He scanned the area with his divine sense and saw a graceful woman who had taken off her outer garment. She was wearing only a thin, see-through gauze dress on her upper body and two long, bare legs on her lower body. Like a nimble cat, she silently slipped into the room.

Only a dim lamp remained on the table in the room, its yellowish light outlining the man's sleeping profile.

Looking at that handsome profile, the woman's heart pounded like a drum. She was afraid of waking him, but with a resolute determination and allure, she moved step by step to the bedside.

"Rustling..."

With a gentle lift of her jade-like hand, she parted the gauze covering her shoulder, revealing her smooth, delicate shoulders, like jade with wax dripping onto them. Large swathes of snow-white skin shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the dim light, white and tender as snow. Her round, full breasts seemed about to burst out of her clothes.

The woman bent over, sticking out her buttocks, her warm, fragrant breath wafting into the man's ear:

"My lord Jiang, it's late. Your servant has come to... serve you until you rest.♡~~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, both coquettish and alluring.

Suddenly...

Jiang She seemed to be startled awake, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Two people in one room, their eyes meeting.

Seeing this, the woman was no longer shy, but became even bolder. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently traced the man's firm chest with her fingertips. She closed her beautiful eyes and felt the taut muscles and burning body temperature under the fabric.

Immediately, the woman, like a boneless water snake, nestled against him, pressing her voluptuous, soft body against his, her buttocks rubbing restlessly against him, where two red handprints remained...

"My lord, you've worked hard all day. Let me... serve you well..."

As she spoke, her hands were also busy, rustling and caressing the man's chest for a while before switching to her mouth. Her soft hands then quietly reached down and drew circles on the man's waist and abdomen through his clothes.

"Young Master Jiang, come here!"

The woman blinked, breathed into his ear, and her sweet voice carried a blatant provocation and invitation.

Her gauze dress had already slipped down to her navel during the rubbing, revealing the soft, white flesh on her waist, like a carnivore's trap, arousing a carnivorous desire and vitality unique to mature women.

"Sister Rong, haven't you had enough to eat yet?"

Jiang She looked directly into the woman's eyes.

The woman giggled sweetly, her red lips close to Jiang She's ear, her voice both soft and seductive: "Hehe! I can never get enough of you, my lord~"

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed the dragon with his five fingers!

Jiang She frowned.

His magic had only been in Xu Rong's body for a short time and had not yet widened. If he were to remove it, it would be a waste of his effort.

Thinking of this, Jiang She felt as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Ugh, another wasted effort tonight.

Having thought it through, he no longer hesitated. Instead, he looked at the woman in a calm voice, with a hint of command, and said:

"Get in."

"Oh! Yes~"

The woman responded sweetly, then swayed her hips and began to eat heartily.

One day, two days, three days...

The brief latter half of the night was divided into three days by the woman's demands.

She felt her way in through the wall, and walked while holding onto it. Her legs trembled so much that they couldn't come together, and she could barely take a step.

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It was the hour of Chen (7-9 AM) at the Xu family mansion.

Several guards who had finished their shifts gathered in the courtyard, talking amongst themselves about the fire that had occurred the previous night.

"Have you heard? A tavern in Niwa Lane burned down last night!"

"Of course! There are dead people inside! Burned to a crisp, completely unrecognizable..."

"Huh?" One of the young guards suddenly remembered something, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, "Brother Qin from last night, he seems to still be out drinking. And several other brothers, they seem to be... nowhere to be seen either?"

The courtyard fell silent for a moment after he said that.

The group exchanged glances, a hint of unease creeping into their eyes.

A fire broke out in Niwa Lane last night...

Qin Lie and his companions drank all night and did not return home...

These thoughts, like cold threads, were subtly strung together.

"No, it can't be..."

Someone chuckled dryly, but their voice sounded weak. "He probably drank too much and was resting somewhere, so he missed the roll call..."

"Rest outside?" another person immediately retorted, their face darkening. "The master doesn't have such a rule. We servants wouldn't dare rest outside all night..."

"Something must have happened."

"I'm afraid so..."

As they were discussing this, they suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from the front yard.

A quick-witted guard was about to run over to investigate, but before he could take a few steps, a gatekeeper, pale-faced, rushed over, panting heavily, and said:

"Quickly! Report to the steward! The yamen...the yamen officials are here!"

"!"

These words caused everyone's hearts to tighten.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see several constables dressed in black uniforms standing under the moon gate in the front courtyard.

The leader was about forty years old, with a yellowish-black complexion, two mustaches, a black turban, and an official knife hanging at his waist, with one hand on the hilt.

His expression was solemn, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Behind him were two young constables, also dressed in black uniforms, but with tense expressions, their hands on the hilts of their knives, looking like they were doing official business and not to be negligent.

The head constable, seeing someone approaching, cleared his throat and spoke in a loud, official tone:

"By order of the Jingzhao Prefecture, a fire broke out at a tavern in Niwa Lane last night, and more than ten charred corpses have been recovered. Upon investigation, several of the bodies were found to contain waist tags and short blades bearing the character 'Xu'. The Xu family is hereby ordered to immediately send a person in charge to accompany us to the morgue to identify the bodies and verify their identities!"

After these words were spoken, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

The guards, who had only been speculating moments before, turned pale upon hearing this.

A charred corpse, weapons bearing the Xu family's inscription, Qin Lie, and his guards...

The answer seems obvious.

Before long, the old steward, along with two guards and a group of yamen runners, went to the morgue to claim the body.

The morgue was dimly lit, with high, narrow windows that let in only a few slivers of pale light.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell. A dozen straw mats were placed side by side on the ground, each covered with a rough white cloth. Underneath the cloth were human-shaped figures, all of whom were victims who had died violently and whose bodies had not yet been claimed.

The constable led a few people to several mats and used his scabbard to lift a corner of the white cloth.

"vomit--!"

One of the guards glanced at it, then abruptly turned away, covered his mouth, and barely managed to hold back his vomit.

The old steward forced himself to look, and saw several charred corpses. Their features were indistinguishable, their skin was cracked like charcoal, and their eye sockets were just two black holes, dark and emitting white smoke.

"Here you are."

The constable pointed his scabbard at the corpse's waist, where a half-melted metal waist tag could be vaguely seen. It was charred black, and the character "Xu" engraved on it was burned to only half. The unique cloud pattern markings of the Xu family were also burned black.

"Are these people from your esteemed household?"

The constable asked a question with a blank expression.

The old steward nodded:

"Yes, sir, it is indeed my family's guard."

Upon hearing this, the constable sheathed his sword, reattached it to his waist, and said calmly:

"In that case, sign and seal the document, and take it back." With that, he handed over a register.

The old steward took the pen, affixed his seal to the register, turned around, whispered a few words to the two guards, and then hurried back to the Xu residence to find someone to move the body.

Before long, the news spread like wildfire throughout the Xu family mansion.

Inside the Sanchong-yuan...

Xu Qingyue was frowning as she held a brush and carefully wrote down the details of the "ritual" to be held a few days later.

Suddenly.

A series of hurried footsteps approached, followed by the girl's panicked, panting breaths:

"Huff huff..."

"Miss! Miss!!"

"What is it?" Xu Qingyue asked without looking up, continuing to write on the paper with her pen.

Qiao'er stopped abruptly, panicking, "Miss...something terrible has happened! News just came from the yamen that a huge fire broke out in Niwa Lane last night, killing many of my servants!"

"What? How is Jiang She? Is he hurt?"

Xu Qingyue looked nervous.

Qiao'er shook her head: "Young Master Jiang is fine. There was another roll call at the mansion just now, and it was Qin Lie and a few others who died."

"Hmm...that's good."

"Hmm? That's good. Miss...didn't you say that Qin Lie has mastered the boxing manual and should be taking it seriously from now on?"

"...cough cough."

Xu Qingyue realized her lapse in composure, coughed awkwardly a few times, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"So what? No one in my family for generations has ever mastered that style of boxing. Who knows if it's real or fake?"

"..."

Qiao'er stopped talking and secretly pouted.

Just yesterday, they were saying that Qin Lie had truly mastered the boxing manual...

Miss, you really have double standards!

Xu Qingyue's voice rang out again: "Qiao'er, do these families have any relatives? Have they received any compensation?"

"Miss."

Qiao'er curtsied.

"Qin Lie was an orphan, with no one to rely on. The others all sent their bodies home. Those with wives, children, and parents received three times the market value in compensation, enough to feed several families."

"Um."

Xu Qingyue nodded slightly: "That's very good. It's worth it for my family and his servants to serve each other."

Xu Qingyue had shown some double standards when she mentioned Jiang She earlier, but now that she's relaxed, she's become serious again.

After a pause, Xu Qingyue suddenly asked:

"Where is Jiang She?"

"It should be in the rear room."

"Please ask him to come over."

"?"

"Miss...you've made chicken soup again?"

Qiao'er asked blankly, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She remembered how her mistress had put salt in the chicken soup instead of sugar...

"Of course!"

Hearing Qiao'er's words, Xu Qingyue covered her cheeks with her hands, her face flushed with an alluring blush and pride: "Jiang She said that the chicken soup I made tastes delicious~"

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Meanwhile, Qiao'er went to find Jiang She, but Jiang She had already left the back room.

After leaving the Xu residence, he thought he would go to the Zhao family.

For no other reason than that when Jiang She came with Xu Qingyue earlier, he only cared about looking through the Zhao family's wealth and treasury, but did not pay any attention to the mountain god's messenger, Dong Yunqi.

Right now, we must go and see.

"I wonder what this fellow is doing, impersonating the mountain god's messenger."

Jiang She pondered this as he made his way to the Zhao family's house.

Before long, the distant market gradually drew closer.

Jiang She strolled along the long street.

People come and go, it's bustling and noisy.

Suddenly, the sole of the black boots beneath my feet felt hard against my skin, as if I had stepped on something.

Jiang She looked down and saw that the sole of his black boots was stepping on a piece of silver weighing about two ounces. Although the silver ingot was small, it was as bright as new and shone with a snowflake-like white light in the sunlight.

He paused, glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he casually bent down, flicked his finger, and with a flick of his magic, he tied the silver to a rope and swiftly snatched it into his palm.

The movements were fluid and natural, and the silver ingot felt slightly heavy in the hand.

Jiang She was about to put the silver into his sleeve and continue walking when suddenly a furious shout came from not far behind him:

"Huh? Where's my money? It was clearly in my sleeve pocket just now!"

"Who?! Which blind fool stole my silver ingot?!"

Jiang She followed the sound and turned around.

Behind them, in front of a cosmetics stall, stood a finely dressed young man holding a folding fan, currently embracing a woman with large buttocks, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding passersby:

"What are you looking at?"

"Did you steal my money? Ten taels of silver, hand it over now!"

The young master grabbed a dull-witted man by the collar and immediately accused him of stealing ten taels of silver from him.

Jiang She remained calm and ignored the mess.

He continued walking towards the Zhao family's house, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

The shouts and curses of the young master behind them were gradually drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the marketplace.

Instead, Jiang She found more silver!

"Huh? That's strange, how come I've been getting silver all the way? Is this some kind of incredible luck?"

Jiang She paused for a moment, then picked up the silver and put it into his sleeve pocket. He had collected more than ten taels of silver ingots on this trip.

Before long, they arrived at a long street.

Across the street was the Zhao family mansion.

The Xu and Zhao families already disliked each other, so it was even less likely that Jiang She would foolishly step forward and knock on the door.

He strolled around and chose a teahouse nearby.

He lifted the curtain and entered.

The tables and chairs inside the teahouse were old, but they were wiped clean and meticulously. The air was filled with the astringent aroma of tea, along with the fragrance of snacks such as fried pastries and melon seeds.

Jiang She looked around and chose a seat by the window.

He sat down, and could just catch a glimpse of the Zhao family's gate.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter, with a towel draped over his shoulder, approached solicitously.

"A pot of tea and two plates of melon seeds."

Jiang She said casually, tossing a few copper coins onto the table.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir!"

The waiter took the copper coins and hurried to the kitchen.

A moment later, a pot of steaming coarse tea and two plates of freshly roasted melon seeds were served.

Jiang She picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

The tea was bland, but he didn't care. He just stared at the stage with his head tilted, listening to the storyteller shouting the excerpt of "Ximen Qing's Night Battle with Pan Jinlian." His mind had already calmed down and quietly dispersed from between his brows.

In the blink of an eye, the teahouse, the long street, and the Zhao residence across the street all came into view.

"call--"

His divine sense moved like the wind, swiftly sweeping across the pavilions and terraces, searching carefully deep within the Zhao family compound.

Suddenly, his consciousness paused, locking onto a quiet and elegant villa.

Inside the courtyard, a young Taoist priest dressed in white, like an old monk in meditation, sat on a futon facing the window.

"Found him... Dong Yunqi!"

Jiang She's divine sense found him, but he was unaware of it.

Logically speaking, when cultivators of the same level use their divine sense to take pictures of each other with a flash camera, they will be discovered sooner or later.

The reason Dong Yunqi did not notice was entirely because Jiang She possessed the "Insightful Eye" of destiny, and his spiritual awareness was far superior to Dong Yunqi's.

When viewing slaves using the control panel, one is even less likely to make calculations.

"You have encountered a Daoist cultivator from the Great Qian Dynasty today—Dong Yunqi. You can control this cultivator by spending ten thousand coins."

"Buy!"

With a slight thought, most of the silver he had just picked up from his sleeve pocket was gone.

In an instant, small words appeared before my eyes:

"Dong Yunqi"

"Background: A legitimate cultivator of the Xuanmen sect, whose name was recorded in the Great Qian Daoist register. However, due to fear of the power of the National Preceptor, he abandoned his original path and started anew. Now he has attained the cultivation of a wild fox Zen. He needs to find a place of outstanding natural beauty and use the reputation of others to strengthen himself. Only by borrowing the power of the fox and the tiger can he have the opportunity to achieve Qi cultivation."

"Evaluation: He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and has cultivated thirty-six magical powers, which have been condensed into an inner landscape."

"It can be sold in two days."

Upon seeing this, Jiang She felt a sudden sense of clarity.

"So this fellow was impersonating the mountain god's messenger to achieve Qi Refining, but what... is this Inner Landscape Diagram?"

Jiang She felt suspicious upon seeing this word.

He searched his memory thoroughly, but none of the several chapters of "The Qi-Inducing Classic of the Last Month" mentioned the term "Inner Landscape Diagram".

It was as if they were deliberately hiding it.

He only knew that to condense a stream of magical power, one needed to absorb eighty-one strands of spiritual energy, but he never knew that this magical power... could also be condensed into an inner landscape.

Curiosity and a thirst for knowledge prompted Jiang She to make his decision.

With a thought, he used the panel to probe into Dong Yunqi's body.

In an instant, the scene inside the Qihai acupoint came into view.

Within a cultivator's Qi Sea acupoint, there should be a place where magical power resides, with countless strands and roots.

But when Jiang She saw Dong Yunqi's Qihai acupoint...

He was completely stunned.

My consciousness seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue, leaving me in a complete blank.

There, in that Qihai acupoint...

There was no flow of magical power as he had anticipated, no wisps of spiritual energy, and no traces of magical power.

On the contrary...

It's an ocean!

A vast and boundless sea, its surface shimmering like a mirror!

Above this tranquil sea, a bright, clear moon hangs, its silvery light illuminating the entire surface, creating a scene of water and moonlight that holds boundless Taoist wisdom.

What is this? The moon rising over the sea?

Do not!

Jiang She swallowed hard.

He knew what it was.

This is... Dong Yunqi's interior!