From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Inside the dilapidated temple.

Hu Xiaoqing was leaning against the door, looking at the moon.

She wore a white dress and looked melancholy, like a beautiful woman waiting at her doorstep for her husband to return home.

"Mountain God, when will that person arrive?"

Hu Xiaoqing couldn't help but turn her head and ask.

"How would I know?"

An aged voice rang out from the clay statue, a point of golden light fell, and the old mountain god emerged from the clay statue.

He was still an old man holding a cane.

He said, "I have manipulated the mountains here to cut off your way down the mountain and led the immortal to the temple. This is already a great disrespect to the immortal. If the immortal blames me..."

"I will bear this alone."

Before He finished speaking, the woman spoke.

The old mountain god paused, then looked at the woman.

The woman's eyes were firm and resolute.

"..."

The old mountain god paused for a moment, then tapped his cane on the ground, his brow furrowed.

"Foolish child, foolish child."

"That person is gentle in temperament. If you talk to him properly, explain the reason, and sincerely beg for only a little spiritual liquid to help you cultivate, he... should agree."

"But you insist on seducing him! What do you take this immortal for? Do you think he's just like those ordinary mortals down the mountain, unable to resist a beautiful face and easily falling for your tricks?"

"Foolish child! What a foolish child!"

The old mountain god, holding his staff, slammed it heavily on the ground several times. Judging from his expression, he seemed furious.

Hu Xiaoqing smiled softly, but her eyes held a hint of helplessness:

"Lord Mountain God..."

"It is not that I want to resort to such a low tactic, but it is springtime, and animals mate. This is due to the nature of the species. As a fox, every frown and smile of mine is alluring. Even if it is unintentional, it will be seen as seduction by others."

"If I were to directly ask the immortals for the spiritual elixir, wouldn't that... break the rules and regulations of my clan's path?"

As she spoke, she suddenly blushed and said shyly:

"Besides... this is the first time I've encountered such alluring temptation, and I have absolutely no experience. May I ask, Your Majesty, is it better to start with a kiss, or... perhaps it would be more sensual to take off your pants first?"

"!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The old mountain god froze upon hearing her question and suddenly coughed.

His face flushed red, and he abruptly turned his back.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

"I am but a humble mountain god, in charge of the land and its rivers; how could I possibly know such matters of the bedroom!"

Even so, some images unconsciously flashed through the old mountain god's mind.

That was many, many years ago.

It was also a moonlit night.

A misty haze hung in the forest. There, a white fox, also in human form, with a seductive figure and alluring eyes, leaned against an old pine tree, generously undressing...

One by one, the clothes were taken off.

Her tender hands were revealed.

Exposing her jade-like arms...

"Ahem!"

The old mountain god shook his head violently, forcibly dispelling the unbearable scene.

His white beard moved without wind, clearly indicating that he was troubled by unrest.

"You...you should consider it yourself. Don't ask me anymore. I don't know anything."

He finished speaking.

The old mountain god's figure flickered, transforming into a golden light that vanished into the clay statue with a whoosh, never to reappear.

The dilapidated temple was deserted.

In an instant, only the woman remained.

Suddenly, the voices of men and women came from outside the temple.

"We've arrived! We've finally reached the mountain god's temple!"

"Huh? Is someone in the temple?"

Qiao'er peeked out.

Inside the main hall, the candlelight was dim.

A slender figure stood leaning against the door.

The woman had exquisite features, snow-white skin, and stunning beauty, no less than that of my young lady!

Qiao'er was stunned after reading it.

My gaze shifted downwards, and a jolt of surprise shot through me.

The woman was dressed in a white dress, the fabric of which was as thin as a cicada's wing. Under the cold moonlight, her jade-like body was faintly visible beneath.

Her chest was slightly open, revealing a heavy, snowy sheen.

The white dress trailed on the ground, yet had an extremely high slit, revealing a pair of long, slender legs as she walked.

Such attire is extremely daring and certainly not the behavior of a respectable woman.

"Huh! A ghost?!"

Qiao'er's inner alarm bells rang loudly.

She had heard many folk tales since childhood, many of which described how white-clad female ghosts often appeared in desolate mountains and wild groves, dilapidated temples and ancient monasteries, using their beauty to lure people and drain their yang energy.

The woman before me was extremely beautiful, dressed in strange clothes, and alone in a dilapidated temple late at night...

Isn't this exactly the same as what's described in the storybooks?

"∑(O_O；)!"

She froze in fright.

Her feet were rooted to the spot, and she dared not move forward even an inch. Instinctively, she shrank behind Jiang She.

Only a small head peeked out:

"Jiang...Young Master Jiang..."

Her voice was soft, filled with barely suppressed fear.

The old woodcutter standing nearby was also terrified, his face turning ashen.

He had lived most of his life, and had never seen such a bewitching and strange woman.

Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but having encountered something evil just after coming down the mountain, he was even more apprehensive. Looking at the woman inside the temple gate, he felt that although she was breathtakingly beautiful, she exuded an inexplicable and inexplicable evil aura.

It's as if if you look at it for too long, your soul will be stolen away.

The old woodcutter dared not look any longer.

His old eyes widened in fear, and he and Qiao'er looked at Jiang She's face simultaneously.

But Jiang She's expression remained unchanged.

Step forward and give a slight bow:

"Young lady, we were unaware that anyone was inside the temple. We apologize for the intrusion and apologize for the late hour."

Inside the temple gate, Hu Xiaoqing's eyes were alluring.

She had already heard the commotion before the group entered the temple.

Seeing the composed demeanor and handsome appearance of the leading man, she was immediately delighted, thinking that receiving this immortal's elixir was not a waste of her own life.

Then she smiled brightly.

That smile was extremely gentle and charming.

Her eyes, shimmering like water, gazed upon me with tender affection.

"You flatter me, my lord."

"I was just passing through this place, and seeing that it was getting late, I decided to stay here for the night."

As she spoke, she stepped aside, gently raising her hand in a "please" gesture:

"The night is cold in the deep mountains, with heavy dew and strong winds. If you gentlemen do not mind, please come into the temple for the night and take shelter for a while."

These words evoked the image of a poor scholar encountering a female ghost in a dilapidated temple in a remote mountain village.

Qiao'er suddenly shivered.

She glanced over and saw Jiang She take a slight step. She quickly grabbed his sleeve and shook her head frantically.

"Young Master Jiang... don't go, don't go."

"This woman is probably..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang She said with a smile, "Don't worry, she's human."

Ok?

Is it a person? Or a ghost?!

Qiao'er was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at the old woodcutter, only to see that he also looked blank.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

call....

Not a ghost.

Thankfully, it wasn't a ghost.

"Aren't you all coming in?"

The woman's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of seductive charm that was irresistible to listeners.

She spoke softly.

His gaze, seemingly casual, swept across Jiang She's handsome face before finally settling on his calm eyes.

The cool moonlight shone on the stone steps in front of the temple.

One inside, one outside; a man and a woman standing facing each other.

"In that case, we shall respectfully comply."

Jiang She smiled, raised his hand in a salute, and his expression seemed somewhat harmless.

The woman also bowed slightly in return.

She cannot be worshipped by immortals.

She can't afford it.

"Please come in, everyone."

Jiang She nodded slightly and stepped across the threshold first.

The old woodcutter hesitated for a moment, then followed in with his bundle of firewood. Qiao'er grabbed Jiang She's sleeve and followed closely behind, but she was still a little nervous. Her almond-shaped eyes blinked incessantly, and she couldn't help but glance at the woman in white.

Inside the temple.

The match crackled and burned, its orange-red flame blazing brightly.

Several people sat down around the fire.

The firelight cast varying shadows on everyone's faces.

Jiang She casually poked at the fire, added a piece of firewood, and asked casually:

"Why is the young lady alone in this mountain temple in the dead of night?"

"well......"

Upon hearing this, Hu Xiaoqing let out a deep sigh.

She had anticipated this and had already prepared her response. Upon hearing this, she remained calm, raising a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. As she did so, her white sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her jade-like arm. Her eyes lowered as she spoke softly:

"My lord, you are unaware of this."

"I am originally from Hujia Village at the foot of the mountain. Today I am returning to my parents' home to visit my relatives, but I was caught in a heavy rain on my way home and got lost in the mountains, which is why I am in such a sorry state."

"Oh? Going home to visit relatives?"

Jiang She stirred the fire again, igniting the firewood. Sparks crackled and scattered a few red sparks.

He raised his head and looked at the woman in white opposite him:

"Returning to her parents' home to visit relatives, but only the young lady is there?"

"I see the young lady is dressed quite... well, appropriately. Why isn't she accompanied by a maid?"

Hu Xiaoqing smiled upon hearing this:

"My lord is very thoughtful. This time when I go back to my parents' home, I will not be alone. There will be several maids accompanying me."

She pointed to the outside of the temple gate, where the night was pitch black, and said in a natural tone, "When I entered the temple just now, I noticed that there was not enough firewood, so I told them to go to the nearby woods to gather some dry branches and some wild fruits to eat."

"Judging by the time, they should be back soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, as if to confirm her words, a series of clear and delicate female calls suddenly came from outside the temple gate, in the deep night.

"Sister! Sister!"

"We're back!"

The sound came from afar, carrying the vitality of the mountains and fields.

Immediately afterwards, several slender and graceful figures entered gracefully from outside the temple gate.

There are red and green, blue and purple.

They were all beautiful young women, around seventeen or eighteen years old, each with exquisite features, a graceful figure, and extremely curvaceous.

They were each holding something in their arms.

Some were piles of wild fruit, others were piles of firewood.

The firewood was dry wood that hadn't been wetted by the rain, and the wild fruit was fresh fruit, red and green, still damp from the rain.

A girl in red was the first to enter. She ran excitedly to Hu Xiaoqing's side and dumped all the fruit she was carrying on the ground.

"Sister, look! These wild berries in the mountains are big, red, and so sweet!"

Another woman in green stepped forward, holding up several greenish-yellow wild fruits as if presenting them as treasures:

"And this! Although this fruit looks green, I've already tasted it; it's juicy and sweet!"

They chattered amongst themselves, surrounding Hu Xiaoqing, each offering their own opinion.

The somewhat stagnant atmosphere inside the temple was quickly dispelled by the sudden burst of liveliness and noise.

Qiao'er's eyes widened.

She had just thought the woman in white was suspicious, like a ghost from a storybook, but in the blink of an eye, these living maids actually appeared.

Is she really a beautiful woman visiting her parents' home?

Sigh, forget it. Even if she really is a female ghost, she can't take advantage of me. At most... at most, we can only rub against each other like clams!

The old woodcutter was also stunned.

He was wary.

He had lived to such an old age, and had never seen anything like it before.

A beautiful woman in white, as lovely as an angel, would be fine.

Another group of beautiful women arrived, each one delicate and lovely, like fairies stepping out of a painting.

If they're not female ghosts, could they be a group of fox spirits?

The old woodcutter shifted his position closer to Jiang She.

whisper:

"Young Master Jiang..."

"Um?"

"How many can you eat?"

"What?"

Jiang She was taken aback. He turned his head and saw the old woodcutter staring intently at the group of beautiful women opposite him.

"I've heard it before, old man. If you encounter a woman in a dilapidated temple in the dead of night, she's either a female ghost or a fox spirit."

"Um?"

Jiang She smiled and asked, "How did you know, old man?"

The old woodcutter blushed.

"Young man, don't let my rough appearance fool you. When I was young, I was once tricked by a vixen."

"That time, unlike today, it was just two women, but it almost cost the old man half his life."

As he spoke, the old woodcutter suddenly blushed and scratched his head:

"Hehe, my lord, I'm a little ashamed to say this. I've spent my whole life chopping firewood in these mountains, hoping that one day I'll run into a few vixens and get to enjoy their company."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang She was speechless for a moment.

Um... It's good that someone would die for a true friend.

But no sooner had the old woodcutter finished speaking than several maids turned around angrily, put their hands on their hips, and cursed:

"You old bastard, you're the vixen!"

"Your whole family are vixens!"

"Yes! How can you look at us women like that!"

Several maids took turns berating the old woodcutter, leaving him speechless and unable to refute their words.

Hu Xiaoqing stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright~, you guys really took what I said seriously, really~"

That being said, those women really were vixens.

They all had the opportunity to take human form because the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty lacked dragon energy. However, they preferred to be called fox spirits rather than fox demons.

Or perhaps... a fox spirit.

Hu Xiaoqing pondered.

What she just said to the mountain god was indeed true.

Among all the foxes in Yushan, she was the most senior.

She is the great-grandmother of foxes.

But when it comes to seducing men and women, she has absolutely no experience to share.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these maids around her look younger than her; they all have a strong fox-like smell about them and have gone into the streets to work in brothels.

To see them on a regular basis, you have to spend a lot of real money.

But now...

In order for their great-grandmother to successfully absorb a man's yang energy, this group of fox spirits eagerly rushed to help their great-grandmother serve the man before her.

"Grandma, it's very simple. Just get on, rock it a few times, and you'll be out."

"If all else fails, you can use your mouth."

Hu Xiaoqing recalled the words of these young girls as if they were teachings, and kept them firmly in her heart.

She looked at the man with seductive eyes, thinking, "If I can climb up to this immortal's high branch, then when people from the upper sect come... my clan will finally have an owner."

"Let's do it this way."

Thinking, he exhaled a fragrant breath.

It has a pink scent, like an aphrodisiac.

A delicate fragrance wafted from her red lips, instantly filling the dilapidated temple.

Qiao'er was secretly watching the group of maids when she suddenly felt a sweet smell on the tip of her nose. She took a sniff and her body suddenly swayed.

"Huh? I feel so dizzy..."

Before she could finish speaking, everything went black, and she slumped to the ground, losing consciousness.

The old woodcutter beside him did the same.

With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

For a moment, snoring filled the temple.

"Whoosh—!"

The chattering maids fell silent, turning their heads to reveal fox-like faces.

He looked at Jiang She.

"Huh? Why isn't this man unconscious?"

"Grandma, is your aphrodisiac not working?"

"Nonsense! Great-Grandma's skills are the highest. She can bewitch people with just her aphrodisiac. Unlike you, one sip of your aphrodisiac will only make people fall under some illusions and have some wet dreams."

The group of girls chattered away again.

One of the women in blue frowned:

"Who cares? Tonight is Grandma's first time. Even if she doesn't faint, we'll still force ourselves on her."

"Yes! Ladies, still pretending to be reserved?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

A woman's voice, in a different tone, rang out.

Before he finished speaking, the group of women chuckled and stood up.

Red, blue, green...

Several graceful figures, like butterflies flitting among flowers, carried wafts of fragrance and instantly surrounded Jiang She.

They all stretched out their soft hands and rubbed against the man's body.

Jiang She felt itchy.

He glanced at the woman who was demanding things from him.

There were a total of eight women.

The distribution was extremely even, with four people on each side. At a glance, each one was like a slender branch bearing abundant fruit, exuding a sweet fragrance, breathing out a fragrant breeze, and with a body as soft and tender as water.

The woman in red extended her slender fingers, her fingertips lightly brushing against the man's neck.

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, and her voice was soft and gentle.

"My lord, it is late at night and the dew is heavy. Aren't you lonely sitting alone? Why don't I warm you up?"

The woman in green went around to the other side, bent over, and slightly opened her chest, pressing a large patch of her snowy skin against the man's nose, almost suffocating him. Several other women went crazy, sitting down in the man's lap, raising their soft hands to wrap around his neck, and blowing air into his ear, making his ear tickle.

Jiang She, however, remained calm.

"Ladies, what is the meaning of this?"

"Heh, can't you tell?"

"We slaves will naturally eat you~"