From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Three Corpses?

Jiang She was taken aback.

Dong Yunqi's voice rang out again. He withdrew his magic, bowed respectfully towards the room, and asked:

"May I ask, madam, which of the three corpses are you referring to?"

Shen Nianci didn't argue with him, but simply smiled faintly and said, "It seems that even Master Dong can't do anything about me~"

Her voice was somewhat flippant, with a hint of provocation.

Dong Yun frowned, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The so-called Three Corpses are the desires, attachments, and turbid energy that a Qi cultivator must sever from their body when building their foundation, so that they cannot report their sins to Heaven on the Gengshen day, thus reducing their lifespan. Some cultivators even stay up all night on the Gengshen day, which is called "guarding Gengshen," to prevent the Three Corpses from ascending.

Therefore...

Even if Dong Yunqi truly possessed the means and ability to subdue or even kill Shen Nianci, he would never dare to do so.

He dared not expel the three corpses.

They dared not offend a Qi Refining Immortal.

"Oh, Madam is too kind." After a long silence, Dong Yun forced a not-so-pleasant smile and said humbly:

"This junior merely wishes to borrow the interior view diagrams from Madam for a look, not to possess them. A generous reward will surely follow!"

"No need for a generous reward."

Shen Nianci shook her head and said regretfully, "However, I really have no scrolls or paintings. Master Dong, please return."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yunqi remained silent.

"besides."

The woman's voice rang out again.

"Um?"

Dong Yunqi raised an eyebrow, thinking the woman had changed her mind, but unexpectedly she gave him a reproachful look:

"Master Dong, please don't come when I'm bathing next time, it's easy for people to misunderstand."

"......yes."

Dong Yunqi raised his hand in a salute, not daring to show any anger.

After a while...

The woman finished bathing.

The heat and filth on my body were washed away by the warm water with floating flower petals.

She stretched out her delicate hand and clung to the edge of the bathtub.

He immediately stretched his legs, twisted his waist, and stood up...

"Splash—!"

Water splashed everywhere, and the warm water flowed down the woman's snow-white body like a waterfall across the valley, before splashing back into the bucket, creating ripples.

She stepped barefoot out of the bathtub, her wet, jade-like feet landing on the cool floor of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints.

Water droplets slid off her body in a rush.

The water flowed down his legs and pooled at his feet.

Shen Nianci tilted her head slightly.

She didn't get dressed in a hurry.

Instead, she stood still for a moment, letting the remaining moisture on her body mix with her fragrance, releasing an alluring aroma. Only when all the water droplets on her body had dripped away, leaving only a thin, moist sheen, did she move gracefully to the edge of the bed.

A long dress and undergarments had already been prepared on the couch.

The long dress was still moon white, with a simple design, while the undergarment was a soft pink, looking like peach.

Shen Nianci stretched out her slender hand and picked up the thin, soft undergarment.

Then she stretched out her jade-like arms, and her undergarment was draped over her fragrant shoulders, neatly covering half of her body.

The same applies to the other side.

Then, she reached behind her back with both hands and skillfully tied the undergarment, making her two heavy breasts round and bulging.

She then picked up the long skirt and slipped it on with a rustling sound, tying the sash around her waist to accentuate her slender figure.

The dress covered the woman's body perfectly.

"Tap tap tap..."

After dressing, Shen Nianci walked to the dressing table by the window.

She sat down lightly and looked at the bronze mirror on the platform.

The woman in the mirror had slightly damp hair, which fell over her shoulders and draped diagonally across the left side of her neck.

She raised her hand, took a comb, and gently combed her hair. Then she took a jade hairpin and loosely tied up her slightly damp long hair, but only tied it into a low bun with a low ponytail, draped over one shoulder, with a few strands of hair hanging down her cheek, a typical hairstyle of a widow.

"Ju'er".

Shen Nianci called out.

"exist."

A maidservant immediately responded from outside the door.

I looked up.

"Squeak!"

The door opened.

...

...

Meanwhile, inside the Zhao family's main hall.

Zhao Jiaren leaned back in a grand chair, one hand resting lightly on the armrest, his fingertips tapping lightly, while the other hand casually played with a white jade thumb ring.

He was dressed in brocade robes, with intricate cloud patterns embroidered in gold thread on the collar and sleeves, and a brocade belt inlaid with black jade around his waist, exuding an air of wealth and luxury.

He was born with fair skin and no beard.

He was a dashing and debonair young master from a prominent family.

Beside him stood a maidservant dressed in a moon-white, double-breasted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hands folded in front of her abdomen, her eyes lowered, her face calm. She simply stood there without offering tea or water, like an emotionless jade sculpture, unapproachable and aloof.

At this moment, Zhao Jiaren's eyelids were slightly lowered, his expression calm and composed, as if he was waiting for someone's reply.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door:

"Tap tap tap—"

A young servant in blue hurriedly knelt by the door.

"House, head of the house..."

"You're back?"

Zhao Jiaren lay on his side with one fist, squinting as he looked toward the door.

"What did that scoundrel Li Nian say?"

He asked slowly.

The servant in blue looked extremely frightened and stammered, "Master, I have already done as you instructed and promised him many benefits, but that scoundrel Li Nian... he is still unyielding! He says that his family has been loyal servants for three generations and would never be a traitor who sells out his master for personal gain."

"And they even said things like 'So what if we fight to the death'..."

After he finished speaking, the servant's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"hehe."

Zhao Jiaren's hand, which was holding the thumb ring, suddenly stopped.

He smiled, but his expression was somewhat angry:

"What a desperate act! This scoundrel really is going to refuse a polite offer and then drink the penalty cup!"

As he spoke, he abruptly stood up, slamming his right hand heavily on the armrest with a dull thud.

"Snapped!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

The air suddenly stopped.

The servant kneeling on the ground trembled, not daring to raise his head, much less daring to utter a sound.

But then a woman's voice rang out.

She was a maid who remained silent throughout.

"Young master."

"Should I... go and kill this bastard?"

She spoke in a flat tone, touching the dagger hidden in her sleeve, as if she were talking about something trivial.

As early as that night in the carriage, this woman had already harbored murderous intentions towards Li Nian.

Zhao Jiaren shook his head and said, "According to your rules for calming the storm, I can only order you to kill one person. I don't want to waste this quota on Li Nian."

"Miss Liu, please don't trick me into killing someone."

"..."

The maidservant fell silent.

Her name is Liu Yin, and she is the second-ranked top assassin in "Calming the Storm".

The reason I'm here is because a few days ago, I learned that a few months ago, assassins from the "Stabilizing the Storm" gang appeared in the capital. They not only killed someone but didn't handle the matter properly, but also exposed their whereabouts and were ambushed by the Black Police in the morgue, almost losing their lives.

Liu Yin, besides taking on assassination missions within the sect, also had the responsibility of eliminating useless assassins.

At present, although she does not know who the assassin who exposed her whereabouts is, she is convinced that the assassin is useless and needs to be eliminated.

But she is also a person of great principle.

Before fulfilling her employer's mandate, Liu Yin, this taciturn woman, would never do anything on her own.

However, Zhao Jiaren paid the deposit but delayed in ordering her to kill anyone, which made Liu Yin, who always valued efficiency, quite anxious.

After all, she only knew that the assassin was hiding in the Xu family, but she didn't know the assassin's name or appearance.

But you can't blame her for that.

The only thing to blame is that Ding Fengbo acted too secretly, never showing his true face even to his fellow disciples.

But she remembered vividly the number one assassin inside the door who had always been superior to her.

Its name...

—Xu Lian.

Of course, this name is probably fake as well.

After all, no assassin would be foolish enough to leave their real name on the roster in the sect.

"Achoo!"

Inside the kitchen of the Xu family home.

Madam Xu was squatting by the stove, holding a blowpipe, puffing out her cheeks, and blowing hard into the stove opening.

Suddenly.

She felt a tickle on her nose and sneezed loudly.

"Achoo!"

"Who's talking bad about me?"

Madam Xu's almond-shaped eyes widened as she rubbed her nose, which was blackened by smoke, her brows furrowed slightly, her face full of confusion.

Her intuition has always been extremely accurate.

If she feels someone is cursing her, then it must be because someone is talking badly about her behind her back.

Madam Xu glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes.

She stuck out her buttocks, turned her head and looked around, trying to find the "gossipy guy" who was talking badly about her behind her back.

As a result, a glance revealed Jiang She passing by the door.

"Huh? Ginger color!"

Madam Xu's eyes lit up, and she no longer cared about finding the "person who scolded her".

He casually tossed the bellows onto the stove, took long strides, and rushed to the kitchen door, his face covered in soot as he faced Jiang She.

"Ginger color! You've gotten so muddy, it's been quite a while!" The woman blinked, and perhaps because of the soot on her face, her eyes looked bright and clear.

"Yes, Madam Xu, how have you been?"

Jiang She raised his hand in a salute.

Based on Dong Yunqi's words, Jiang She also became somewhat wary of the Qi Refining Immortal behind Shen Nianci. Therefore, in order to avoid being discovered, he decided to hide inside the house and continue to monitor the enemy's situation.

Unexpectedly...

Before you know it, you've run into an old acquaintance.

Madam Xu nodded, her eyes showing a hint of surprise mixed with a touch of reproach:

"Hmm! Haven't seen you in ages! I thought you... had run away to escape punishment!"

"Hmm? Fleeing from justice?"

Jiang She was slightly taken aback, clearly confused by her abrupt remark, and frowned as he said:

"Madam Xu, I don't understand...what brings you to this?"

"Hey! Stop pretending!"

Seeing his reaction, Madam Xu pursed her lips, her face showing an expression that said, "I already knew that."

Road:

"Old Ma passed away months ago! He disappeared so quietly, we can't find him anywhere!"

"He's gone, but you're nowhere to be found."

"I knew it! They must have killed him!"

"..."

Seeing her analysis so logical and reasonable, Jiang She was speechless. "Madam Xu, why do you use all your intelligence on me?"

What is this?

Is it intermittent wit?

Jiang She blinked, mentally preparing his words, and was about to speak when Madam Xu interrupted him:

"Shh!"

"Ginger color, you saved me, I won't hurt you, okay? Wake up, no one but me knows about this pot of four."

Her words were easy to understand and hear; they roughly meant, "Jiang She, you saved me, I won't harm you, okay? Don't worry, no one knows about this except me."

But for some reason, Jiang She couldn't be happy even after receiving Madam Xu's guarantee.

He forced a smile and insisted:

"Madam Xu, you have truly misunderstood me. I know nothing of martial arts; how could I possibly kill Ma Laosan?"

"Oh! This is exactly what I wanted to ask you, Jiang Se!" Madam Xu blinked and cast a curious glance.

Her eyes, innocent yet adorably naive, truly resembled those of a young girl who had never known the ways of the world.

Seeing this made Jiang She want to lie to her again.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ju'er helping a beautiful woman in a white dress enter the Zhao family's residence.

He hurriedly made a few excuses, said goodbye at the kitchen door, and went back to the back room.

Only Madam Xu remained standing there, scratching her head as she watched the man's departing figure. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"Oh dear! Xu Rong asked me to make chicken soup, but I haven't finished making it yet!"

...

...

"Tap tap tap—"

Their footsteps were hurried.

Jiang She returned to the back room.

He bolted the door, sat down on the edge of the couch, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on the panel.

"Splash—"

A sound of water reached my ears.

Immediately, the scene before my eyes changed, abruptly switching from the furnishings of the back room to the Zhao family's mansion.

The Zhao family...

The courtyard walls are high and the corridors are deep and secluded.

Inside the main hall, Zhao Jiaren frowned, glanced at the young servant in blue at the door, and asked:

"Is there anything else urgent?"

The servant knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and said anxiously:

"Go home, Lord; all is well here."

"Since there is nothing else, you may leave."

"Yes."

The servant in blue was about to leave.

But then came the sharp, beautiful voice of a woman beside him:

"Wait! I have something to say."

"Huh? Who?"

Zhao Jiaren turned his head to look.

But then a woman in white walked in through the door.

The woman wore a simple, moon-white long dress that trailed on the ground. Her steps were unhurried, but her hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands of black hair falling diagonally from her left shoulder and brushing against her cheek.

A maid followed behind him.

With lowered eyes and meek demeanor, he followed closely behind.

Zhao Jiaren was taken aback: "Young lady?"

"Your mistress is back?"

The atmosphere in the hall was originally somewhat tense because of Li Nian's matter, but the arrival of Shen Nianci made Zhao Jiaren deliberately feign a surprised shout.

Shen Nianci continued walking into the hall without stopping.

"Jiaren".

"I heard... you locked Qiaoling in her boudoir, confining her and preventing her from leaving the mansion?"

Shen Nianci's straightforwardness surprised Zhao Jiaren slightly, after all, this woman had never meddled in other people's business since her father died.

Why are you suddenly thinking about the majesty of a mistress today?

Zhao Jiaren frowned almost imperceptibly as his gaze swept over the maid behind Shen Nianci.

It turned out to be the case.

You, Zhao Qiaoling, even know how to use the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao"!

"hehe...."

Zhao Jiaren smiled, put on the thumb ring, sat up straight in the armchair, and said gently:

"Young lady, to tell you the truth, that girl Qiaoling is unruly and has been causing trouble lately. She even thought of going to my family's nemesis to buy some servants."

"As her elder brother, I placed her under house arrest for a few days to allow her to reflect on her mistakes. This is for her own good, so that she won't make an even bigger fool of herself in the future and damage the reputation of the Zhao family."

"Young lady, what do you say, is it or isn't it?"

Zhao Jiaren spoke leisurely, giving a grand and respectable reason, but his eyes were fixed intently on Shen Nianci's pretty face, as if he were looking at a delicacy.

Shen Nianci chose a chair and sat down gently.

Road:

"For her own good?"

"For the sake of the Zhao family's reputation?"

"When your father was alive, did he teach you what the Zhao family's reputation was? Have you ever disgraced the Zhao family?"

The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Even the air seemed to have turned colder, as if it were about to freeze.

Zhao Jiaren's face froze, as if someone had touched a sore spot. He stared at Shen Nianci, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean by this, young lady?"

"Could this be an implication... that I murdered my father?"

These words startled the kneeling servant, who lowered his head even further.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground right then and there, terrified that he had overheard some unspeakable secret of his master's household.

Shen Nianci shook her head and smiled, saying:

"Jiaren, I never said that about you. Your sharp words... could it be that you're feeling guilty?"

Ha! I feel guilty?

Zhao Jiaren sneered inwardly.

If I had a guilty conscience, I wouldn't have been thinking of killing you, you bitch, after my father died!

Zhao Jiaren secretly hardened his heart.

He was not a womanizer.

It's just a bit perverted.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and grew up in luxury. He never suffered hardship or injustice, so he felt that all the luxury cars, beautiful women, wealth and treasures in the world should belong to him!