From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

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Magic power?

Shouldn't it be the smell of incense?

Jiang She frowned, somewhat puzzled.

But he didn't think much of it. Since the panel indicated "Hidden Mana," then...

Receive!

"Boom—!"

As Jiang She's thoughts stirred, his vision suddenly blurred, and he felt a pair of transparent palms suddenly emerge from his dantian, drill into Dong Yunqi's body, and pull out a blurry yet bright circular object from the other party's dantian.

"What is that?"

Jiang She subconsciously focused his mind and looked inward at himself.

But then, inside the Qi Sea acupoint, the azure water surface formed by the interweaving of hundreds of magical powers suddenly had an extra object.

A bright moon!

A bright moon shrouded in a yellowish-white aura!

"This...this is Dong Yunqi's inner vision of the moon?"

Jiang She was taken aback. He looked closely and saw through the yellowish-white mist to focus on the bright moon itself.

The bright moon was not hanging high in the sky, but fell into the water, a reflection, a moon in the water.

At this moment, the moon's reflection rippled with the gentle waves on the water.

But Jiang She knew perfectly well that this moon shadow... was the moon shadow in Dong Yunqi's inner vision.

"What's going on?"

Jiang She was puzzled.

He thought about it for a moment, and then it dawned on him.

Taking advantage of the tens of thousands of people watching the ceremony and absorbing the incense's fragrance, Dong Yunqi integrated this fragrance into his inner world. However, no sooner had he integrated the fragrance into the moon's reflection than it was forcibly taken away and pulled away.

...

...

at the same time.

On the high platform, Dong Yunqi's expression suddenly changed.

His eyes widened in fear and disbelief as he stared at his lower abdomen, at the Qihai acupoint.

Just now, he clearly sensed that something was missing from the inner landscape of his Qihai acupoint.

The moon's shadow, shrouded in a yellowish-white aura, was suddenly and unexpectedly scattered by the waves from the sea surface, leaving only broken silver light that rolled into the deep sea like stardust, leaving no trace whatsoever.

"What... what's going on? Where's the moon's reflection in my inner vision? Where's the incense smoke?!"

Dong Yunqi stood there dumbfounded, his face turning deathly pale with shock, his pupils filled with utter horror and bewilderment.

How...how is this possible?!

That moon shadow was an image he had painstakingly crafted, but now...

The incense smoke had just entered the body.

But the moon's shadow... has vanished?!

How is that possible?

How could it possibly be gone!

Dong Yun was so angry that his lips trembled, and his cheeks were still shaking with disbelief. His divine sense frantically scanned the calm, azure sea in the inner view image again and again.

No.

There was nothing there.

The moon shadow that contained part of his cultivation and inner vision was truly... gone!

Dong Yunqi felt a tightness in his chest.

But he couldn't appear flustered.

Right now, he is "borrowing the tiger's might" and if he loses his composure and reveals his weakness... not only will he be unable to absorb the incense smoke and become a Qi Refining Immortal, but his disguise as the mountain god's messenger will also be exposed, and all his previous efforts will be in vain.

At that time, his cultivation will regress instead of progress, and he will truly be a homeless dog.

Thinking of this, Dong Yunqi forced himself to remain calm.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her face had returned to calm.

Dong Yunqi turned his head slightly and subconsciously glanced at the crowd below the stage, wanting to see how much incense offerings were still available. But his gaze met someone's.

It was that young man who was the King of Xiang.

"What's wrong, messenger? You look so pale. Did you encounter the mountain god, which put you in a difficult position?"

The boy's voice was not loud.

However, due to his noble status, his very words naturally attracted countless gazes from those around him.

Many officials and gentry also looked in the direction of the sound.

Look at the white-clad figure on the high platform.

He looked at Dong Yunqi.

Dong Yunqi's heart skipped a beat.

He's nothing but a fake, unorthodox Zen master.

Please grant me a visit from the mountain god?

Where should we ask for one?

But he couldn't say these words, much less show any cowardice or guilt in front of everyone.

He took a deep breath and gave Zhao Jiaren a wink. Zhao Jiaren, seeing this, quickly ran out to smooth things over:

"Your Highness!"

"The messenger just used his supernatural powers to exorcise the evil spirits, which must have exhausted his energy. Perhaps we should have him invite the mountain god to meet Your Highness another day..."

After Zhao Jiaren finished speaking, he maintained his bowed posture.

He bowed his head and waited quietly.

But the young King Xiang ignored him.

He didn't even lift his gaze from the high platform, only slightly turning his head to nod to one of his attendants beside him.

The attendant understood, immediately stepped forward, his face darkening, and shouted sternly:

"presumptuous!"

"Who are you? How dare you interrupt His Highness! Get out of here!"

Zhao Jiaren trembled with fright, bowed even lower, and apologized, "Your Highness, please forgive me!"

"This humble subject... acted rashly in the heat of the moment, and my words were not intended to offend Your Highness. I hope Your Highness will forgive me..."

The attendant snorted coldly, ignoring his apology, and stared at him with cold eyes, as if waiting for him to introduce himself.

Zhao Jiaren broke out in a cold sweat.

He dared not be negligent. After taking a deep breath, he said in a trembling voice, "This humble one... Zhao Jiaren, is the current head of the Zhao family of Wangyue Trading Company."

"Oh? Mochizuki Trading Company?"

As soon as Zhao Jiaren finished speaking, the King of Xiang, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Zhao Jiaren's back which was trembling slightly with fear, and said with a flippant look:

"I wondered who it was."

"So... it was Zhao's stray dog ​​barking here."

"This is so incredibly boring."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiaren's face immediately turned red.

The word "wild dog" was like a red-hot branding iron, leaving a deep and humiliating mark on his heart.

But he...

But they didn't even have the courage to raise their heads and argue back.

They could only bury their heads even lower, almost touching the ground.

Seeing that Zhao Jiaren remained silent, King Xiang waved his hand to indicate that he was bored, turned his back, but did not intend to leave.

His gaze remained fixed on the high platform.

Look at that little white-clad figure.

During the Daqian Dynasty, the Imperial Observatory was established, which was staffed with astronomical officials who were responsible for observing the seasons, interpreting horoscopes, and interpreting the stars to ensure the longevity of the nation.

Not long ago, King Xiang had a dream.

In his dream, he entered the palace, only to find the throne of the Great Qian Dynasty hanging empty in the Golden Palace. The supreme dragon throne was completely empty, with no emperor sitting there. Only outside the palace, a wicked dragon and a golden phoenix were entwined, their union causing the heavens and earth to darken.

King Xiang awoke with a start, drenched in cold sweat.

He was filled with shock and unease.

So the next day, he went to the Imperial Observatory and sought out a close astronomical official to interpret his dream. The official told him:

"Your Highness's dream is no small matter. The throne is vacant, which is an omen of the country's foundation being shaken. This matter... may be related to the mountain god's messenger who recently appeared. If he can summon the mountain god for a meeting, Your Highness may have some opportunity at that time."

King Xiang had long noticed the rumors circulating in the capital that if there were messengers from the mountain god, then there must be a mountain god himself.

The mountain god is a deity.

What are deities?

It can communicate with heaven and earth, bring blessings to the region, enjoy the incense offerings of the people, and receive imperial decrees.

Only those who are enshrined in the main ancestral temple can be called gods.

The imperial decree to confer titles upon deities was an authority of the emperor. Only emperors whose achievements surpassed the world and whose virtue matched that of heaven and earth, and who could perform the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to the heavens, were qualified to guide the country and, in the name of the Son of Heaven, issue decrees to confer titles upon deities.

It has been several hundred years since we have seen an emperor who could be deified.

Even his ancestor, the founding emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, was unable to reach the level of performing the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai.

Furthermore, it has never bestowed a title upon a single mountain or river deity.

Right now, even if the Jade Mountain God doesn't perform any miracles and is a deity from a previous dynasty, he is as precious as an ancient antique in this world where true gods are dwindling.

If one could see the true god, if one could form a connection with him, then the dragon throne that hangs empty in the dream... would it then have a place to rest?

King Xiang's heart tightened.

Although he was a young man, he already had lofty ambitions. Today, he was determined to force the messenger to invite the mountain god to meet him!

Just then.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the crowd:

"Look, Master Xu!"

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The voice was abrupt and carried a clear sense of skepticism.

moment.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up ripples among the crowd.

"That's right! Just now, that golden light killed the little devil and dispelled the evil spirits. Master Xu's complexion has gradually become rosier. Logically, he should be awake by now, so why... is he still keeping his eyes closed?"

"Could it be that the ritual was not completed?"

"How is that possible?"

"That is indeed possible."

"..."

Countless gazes turned towards them.

The discussions spread like wildfire.

On the viewing platform, a group of officials and gentry also looked surprised and suspicious, whispering among themselves.

Xu Qingyue's expression tightened even more.

Her hands were clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh. Her eyes were fixed on her father on the bed. She hoped he would open his eyes immediately, but she also had a vague sense of foreboding.

Zhao Jiaren had straightened up, his face flushed, still feeling ashamed of being jokingly called a "wild dog," but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the high platform, and then at Dong Yunqi.

But Dong Yunqi's expression darkened slightly.

He was already in a state of great confusion because the moon's shadow in the inner scene had mysteriously disappeared. Now, he was caught off guard by this sudden change.

Just as he was about to explain, the young King of Xiang preemptively turned around, glanced at the murmuring crowd, and then looked up at the figure on the high platform:

"We failed to save lives and couldn't even summon the mountain god."

"You...are you really the messenger of the mountain god?"

Boom—!

These words were like a thunderclap in someone's ears.

The crowd below the stage was stunned at first, but then erupted into a tremendous uproar.

"Yes... if he were truly a messenger of the mountain god, how could he have failed to revive Master Xu? How could he have failed to summon the mountain god for a meeting?"

"Could this messenger be an imposter?"

"Hush! Be careful what you say! Be careful what you say!"

"But... even His Highness Prince Xiang has said so."

The people whispered among themselves, each offering their own opinion.

Countless gazes, initially filled with awe and fervor, gradually shifted to doubt, inquiry, and even... distrust.

They all looked at Dong Yunqi.

Dong Yunqi remained calm and said in a clear voice:

"I just noticed something was wrong. Master Xu is still unconscious because there is still a key point on his body that hasn't been cleared."

"Oh, I see..."

Xu Qingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though it felt somewhat like she was deceiving herself.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a familiar female voice.

"You Taoist priest, stop your deceitful tricks! I know a master who can save my master."

On the viewing platform, in front of Xu Qingyue.

Suddenly, two figures appeared from below.

A man and a woman, one in a green robe and the other in a lotus-leaf skirt.

It was still early, the sun was high in the sky, the sky was bright and clear, the wind was high and the clouds were low, and the sky was a clear blue. Under the golden sunlight, everyone present watched as two figures appeared in front of Xu Qingyue.

Her aura was ethereal, like that of a celestial being!