From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

As the sky grew dim, Jiang She descended the mountain.

There is a large area of ​​pine and cypress trees along the mountain path. After the rain, they are even greener and the air is fresh and the grass and trees have a pleasant fragrance.

Occasionally, weary birds return to the forest, perching on branches and preening their feathers while chirping. When they see people approaching, they do not fly far away.

Jiang She withdrew his gaze and continued down the mountain.

Suddenly, voices came from behind.

"Young Master Jiang, wait! Wait!" It was Qiao'er's voice, coming from afar, sounding somewhat anxious.

Jiang She looked back.

Then Qiao'er and the old woodcutter came hurrying up from the mountain path. When the old woodcutter saw Jiang She, he kowtowed and bowed.

"Forgive me, immortals! I was blind and failed to recognize you as a celestial being..."

Jiang She moved aside.

Qiao'er watched from the side.

She had just heard from the old woodcutter that Jiang She had held an umbrella for him while he was sheltering from the rain, and she thought that the umbrella must have been big enough to cover him well, which kept the bundle of firewood in the old woodcutter's basket dry.

But as she looked at it, her eyes suddenly widened in surprise:

"Did you forget your rain gear, sir?"

"I brought it."

"What about the rain gear?"

"It was put away before it rained."

Jiang She said softly.

Qiao'er, however, did not believe it: "But the rain was so heavy just now, how come Young Master Jiang came in the rain without getting his clothes wet?"

"Perhaps the fire dried it out."

"Can......"

Qiao'er hesitated for a moment, but before she could finish speaking, Jiang She suddenly turned his head.

A breeze comes uninvited from among the pine and cypress trees.

A slight, barely perceptible breeze rustled through the woods without making a sound. Qiao'er looked bewildered, unaware of what was happening, and turned to look with Jiang She.

Then, an old man with a human head and a deer body appeared in the woods. As he walked, roots broke through the soil beneath his hooves, and patches of fragrant grass grew.

The vegetation grew wildly, as if urged by the gods.

It is divine and sacred, its green color like dye.

But when Qiao'er saw it, she opened her mouth wide in shock.

She had grown up in a secluded mansion since childhood; how could she have ever seen such a sight? That old man had a human head and a deer body; wasn't he a monster?

Jiang She, who was standing to the side, was also quite shocked. He turned his head and saw a line of small characters gradually appearing before his eyes.

"Today you have encountered the Jade Mountain God—Lu Lusheng. You can control this deity by spending 10,000 coins."

Ok?

Mountain God?

Jiang She was slightly taken aback.

The old deer walked up to the group, bent its front hooves, and bowed deeply to Jiang She:

"I am the mountain god of Jade Mountain. Thank you for the incense stick you offered, sir, for mending my tattered golden body."

The golden body is the root of the life of the deity.

To mend the golden statue is to prolong its life.

Jiang She was unaware of these secrets, but that didn't stop him from showing off in front of others. He cupped his hands in greeting and waved his sleeve:

"Mountain God, you needn't be so polite."

The old deer was lifted up by an invisible force, like a gust of wind blowing over the newly sprouted grass beneath its hooves.

Qiao'er listened intently.

Jiang Langjun lit the incense in front of her. She had brought the incense herself up the mountain, buying it only for its practicality and not for any supernatural purpose.

But it was precisely this unassuming, delicate fragrance.

They actually mended the golden body of the mountain god, saving his life?

If this were to spread, wouldn't it be considered as becoming an immortal?!

The old deer stood up again.

Seeing the woman beside Jiang She looking horrified, He figured that His half-human, half-deer appearance had frightened her. So He raised His hoof and gently stomped it, and with a whoosh, blue smoke rose from the grass.

Within the smoke, the old deer transformed into human form.

The human form was also an old man, his face unchanged from before, except that he now held a cane.

An old man stood holding a cane.

His beard and hair were as white as frost, and his long eyebrows drooped down his cheeks.

He resembled an old immortal from a folk tale.

Qiao'er was stunned.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

Just moments ago it had a human head and a deer's body, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into this venerable old immortal with an air of otherworldly grace.

What kind of method is this?!

The old woodcutter was utterly shocked by what he saw.

His knees buckled, and he was about to kneel down again.

Jiang She raised his hand to support him, and an invisible force, like the wind, supported the old woodcutter, preventing him from kneeling down.

This old woodcutter was very old and looked withered; he was no younger than the mountain god.

Everything in the world has a cause and effect. The old mountain god came for his own benefit. If he makes the woodcutter kneel down and kowtow now, the consequences will eventually fall on his own head.

It would be better not to let him worship at all.

The old mountain god, however, believed that Jiang She was a good person.

He had come to express his gratitude, stroked his beard, and lightly tapped the ground with his cane.

With a thud, the soil broke open.

A blade of grass, no different from a wild grass, sprouted from the soil, its leaves glistening with dew, and its tender shoots grew into a small tree about half a person's height in an instant, with fruit hanging from its branches, looking exactly like a child, its features vaguely visible.

The old mountain god held a staff, the tip of which touched the fruit tree:

"I want you to know, sir, that this is a small ginseng fruit. It flowers once every three hundred years, bears fruit once every three hundred years, and takes another three hundred years to ripen. It is truly a rare treasure in the world. I have nothing of value to offer but this spiritual treasure from the mountains."

"I hope you will accept this, sir."

After saying that, he tapped his cane again.

The sapling swayed without wind, and three ginseng fruits, as white as jade, fell off automatically, floating lightly as if lifted by an invisible hand, and slowly flew to Jiang She's front.

The aroma of fruit grew stronger and spread throughout the forest.

Jiang She raised his eyes and looked at the spiritual fruit floating in front of him, but there was no greed or desire in his eyes.

Instead, it was calm and serene, as still as water.

"I appreciate the mountain god's kindness."

"But this ginseng fruit has grown for a thousand years, which is not easy. Let it continue to grow on the tree."

With that, he raised his hand, and the fruit flew back to the branch.

Seeing his calm expression, and how he showed no covetousness towards such a spiritual fruit that could drive ordinary people and cultivators mad, the old mountain god couldn't help but admire him even more.

He has lived for thousands of years and has seen far too much human greed.

But someone like the one before us, who doesn't care about material things, is truly rare.

But if we do that...

If you want to express your gratitude now, that will be difficult.

The old mountain god pondered to himself, his white eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Little did He know that Jiang She did not accept the spiritual fruits because he was only waiting to sell them later. Even the mountain god's cultivation was his, so why would he worry about not being able to get these spiritual fruits into his possession?

...

...

"Sigh..."

The old mountain god sighed deeply.

Since he won't accept the fruit, I suppose he might not accept these beauties that are actually foxes in disguise.

Gold and silver are common items, and are not worth mentioning.

How can I repay this kindness?

He was lost in thought.

But then Jiang She suddenly spoke again:

"Mountain God".

"Hmm? Please speak, sir."

"I have a few questions that have been lingering in my mind for a long time. I wonder if the mountain god can answer them for me?"

Ok?

The old mountain god was startled upon hearing this.

If we can repay kindness by answering questions, that would be a good way to do so.

He immediately nodded and said seriously:

"Sir, may I ask?"

Jiang She's eyes flickered slightly: "Recently, I've often heard of messengers from the mountain god. I wonder if the mountain god knows anything about them?"

Upon hearing this, the old mountain god was taken aback.

He immediately gave a wry smile, let out a long sigh, and unconsciously tapped the ground with his staff. As the tip of the staff touched the soil, several tender grasses sprouted, their green color like dye.

"well......"

"To be honest, Immortal, I am indeed aware of this matter."

He suddenly stopped addressing Jiang She as "Mr." and instead respectfully called him "Immortal": "That man who walks in the streets is named Dong Yunqi. He does have some cultivation and has barely managed to cultivate his inner realm, but he cannot be considered an immortal."

"If we consider the path of immortality..."

"If the gentleman is a celestial being above the clouds, then Dong Yunqi cannot even be considered a 'lower celestial being'."

As the old mountain god spoke, his tone became increasingly solemn, even somewhat respectful, and he bowed to Jiang She.

These words immediately revealed the difference in their social standing.

Qiao'er, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned.

What did He say?

An old immortal said that another person was a celestial being?

Then isn't Jiang Langjun even more real than a true immortal?!

Qiao'er's heart was churning with emotions, as turbulent as a stormy sea.

She suddenly remembered that ever since Miss and Young Master Jiang traveled eight thousand miles back to the capital, the way Miss looked at Young Master Jiang... had always been tender and affectionate.

Although I seem to be a little jealous lately.

But she used to think that the young lady only felt favorably towards her because of her merit in protecting her mistress, but now that she thinks about it...

Alas!

Could it be that Miss... already knew that Young Master Jiang was a deity?!

That's why it was like that...

Why didn't she notice it sooner?

Jiang Langjun is not only handsome, but also an immortal. Do immortals also need to engage in sexual relations?

If needed, she wouldn't mind being a bed warmer.

No.

If the young lady succeeds, she will become her roommate.

At that time...

Hehe, I can also take advantage of the girl being tired or having leaked urine while playing to rub against her a couple of times!

Once the thought arose, it spread like wildfire, making her panic and disoriented. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further.

The forest fell silent for a moment.

Only the wind rustles through the treetops.

Amidst the pine and cypress trees, the old mountain god stood with his staff, patiently awaiting Jiang She's next question.

But Jiang She did not ask any more questions immediately.

He glanced at Qiao'er and the old woodcutter beside him, his face showing hesitation, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Upon seeing this, the old mountain god immediately understood.

So I smiled apologetically:

"It was my oversight that led to this."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the ground with his cane.

"Thump!"

With a soft click, the tip of the staff touched the ground.

The soil trembled slightly, cracking open a thin fissure, and a pale purple wildflower emerged from the crack, its bud tightly closed, its petals slightly curled, and glistening with dewdrops.

The old mountain god bent down and gently blew on the flower bud.

"call--"

As if a spring breeze were blowing, the flower buds burst open!

Layer upon layer, revealing tender yellow stamens, a delicate and unique fragrance wafts from the stamens.

"what?"

As Qiao'er was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a sweet sensation on the tip of her nose.

She blinked, and the scene before her eyes gradually blurred. She felt as if she had drunk fine wine, and her head was spinning. After only a few breaths, her body went limp and she fell backward.

The old woodcutter beside him did the same.

He was already old and frail, and now, inhaling the fragrance of flowers, his eyelids became even heavier, and he yawned repeatedly.

"thump!"

The two collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, the old mountain god gently stomped his foot.

Tender grasses grew beneath their feet, gently lifting the two who were fast asleep. The supple grass leaves intertwined and wove together to form two thick, soft cushions, which were placed beneath them. Slender grass leaves hung down like curtains, half-concealing and half-shading them, keeping them from the wind and cold.

In no time, Qiao'er and the old woodcutter were sleeping as if on a natural grass bed, their bodies wrapped in soft grass leaves, only their peaceful sleeping faces showing.

His breathing was even, and his expression was serene.

Having done all this, the old mountain god withdrew his gaze, turned to Jiang She, and bowed respectfully: "This old man acted on his own initiative, and I hope the immortal will not blame me."

Jiang She opened his mouth, but instead of answering, he asked a question:

"Mountain God, why did you just call me a celestial being?"

The old mountain god was taken aback upon hearing this:

"So that's how it is. The immortal's wisdom has not yet awakened, and his memories of his past life are clouded, so he is still unaware of his origins."

Ok?

I am a time traveler, yet I don't even know my own origins?

Jiang She raised an eyebrow, finding the remark somewhat amusing.

He secretly glanced at the old mountain god.

But the other party looked serious and said in a very earnest manner:

"Immortal, you may not know this, but your Qi Sea is vast and boundless, something no ordinary person could possess. Cultivators refine their power like trickling streams, barely forming small pools, let alone lakes or seas. Even those who have cultivated their inner realm have Qi Seas that are merely like lakes or ponds, vast yet limited. But your Qi Sea surges forth like a boundless ocean, such a magnificent sight..."

"It is impossible to obtain without being a celestial official reincarnated."

"Only those who have cultivated for ten thousand years can possess this skill."

Ok?

Jiang She was taken aback upon hearing this.

He knew that the vastness of the Qi Sea acupoint mentioned by the old mountain god referred to the hundred streams of magical power he had condensed.

But he acquired this magical power extremely easily.

It's just sleeping with women and taking poison pills.

How come in the eyes of the mountain god, it became the appearance of an ancient immortal?

Could it be... that I'm some kind of genius?!

As Jiang She pondered this, he saw the old mountain god bow respectfully:

"Immortal, there is no need to be troubled."

"It is common for one's innate wisdom to remain unawakened and one's past life to be forgotten. As one's cultivation deepens, one will naturally be able to see one's true self."

As he spoke, he bowed again with his hands clasped in greeting:

"To meet the immortal today is truly my good fortune."

"If you ever need my help, just call my true name in your heart, and I will come to you across the mountain."

"My real name is..."

"I know, his name is Lulusheng."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang She interrupted him.

His eagerness to answer was a deliberate attempt to display his divine abilities in front of the old mountain god, so that the other party would truly believe him to be a reincarnated immortal official.

As expected, the old mountain god was horrified upon hearing this.

Alas!

This person is indeed a reincarnated celestial official.

Yes, if he wasn't a reincarnated immortal, how could he mend his broken golden body with just a stick of incense?

Yes.

Be sure to do good to him, and don't turn against him.

Jiang She nodded slightly:

"I appreciate the mountain god's kindness, but it is getting late, and I should descend the mountain now."

The old mountain god understood and lightly tapped the ground with his staff.

The grass that had enveloped the woman and the old woodcutter slowly unfurled, gently placing the two sleeping figures on the ground.

"Rustling..."

The grass blades retreated to the ground, and the fine seams on the ground closed up.

The fragrance of the flowers gradually dissipated.

Before long, Qiao'er and the old woodcutter slowly woke up.

The two looked around blankly, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Huh? How did I fall asleep?"

"We're the same."

Faced with the two men's self-pity, Jiang She did not say anything, but simply bowed to the distant woods.

far away....

The old mountain god bowed, returned the greeting, and, with a slight bow, retreated step by step.

Between heaven and earth, only a low poem remains:

Today, after the rain, I encountered a fairy again; why should Zhuangzi dream of becoming a butterfly again?

They say that we, mere commoners, can also ride a blue phoenix into the heavens.

That was a gift from the mountain god of Jade Dragon Mountain.

now......

But it should be called the God of Jade Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, only three people remained on the mountain path.

Jiang She glanced at the distant woods, where the old mountain god's figure had already disappeared.

He was turning his gaze away.

But then Qiao'er straightened her robes, her expression solemn, and gave a slight bow.

She performed a deep, pleading curtsy: "My daughter Qiao'er begs the immortal... to save my young lady!"