From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"And you are...?"

The sudden appearance of the two people startled everyone present.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Jiang She slightly raised his hand in a salute: "My name is Jiang She, an ordinary person in this world."

laity?

Can an ordinary person appear out of thin air?

Dong Yunqi looked surprised and couldn't help but look him up and down.

He was able to completely conceal his form and aura. Before he finished speaking, none of the people present, not even their own spiritual senses, could detect the slightest breath or footstep.

Such a method of Taoism...

He had never heard of such a thing.

"hiss......"

Dong Yunqi secretly gasped.

He had a good memory, and when he heard the girl beside the man in the blue robe say that he was deceitful, he knew that the newcomer was up to no good.

These two people are a man and a woman.

They are enemies, not friends.

"Gentlemen, what brings you here?"

Dong Yunqi's expression was solemn.

Qiao'er, however, was much more spirited. Having met the Jade Mountain God yesterday, she felt confident and spoke loudly upon hearing this:

"What for? What else could I be doing but exposing your true colors as a fake messenger!"

Whoosh—!

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

"What did she say? That the mountain god's messenger was a fake?"

"She's talking nonsense."

"But she just appeared out of thin air..."

"..."

The people spoke aggressively, and a great deal of discussion ensued.

Qiao'er glanced at the crowd below the stage.

She was pleased with this scene.

The bigger the commotion, the more people will doubt the authenticity of the mountain god's messenger, and as a result, the Zhao family, who support the fake messenger, will also suffer a great loss of reputation.

Dong Yunqi remained calm and solemnly said:

"You accuse me of fraud, but do you have any evidence?"

evidence?

Qiao'er smiled and looked at Dong Yunqi: "I can't say I have any evidence, but I happen to know a master who has some connection with Yushan and can save my master."

"If he can save you, you can't."

"Aren't you just committing fraud?"

By the end, Qiao'er's face was flushed with anger.

After she finished speaking, Jiang She smiled slightly, walked to Qiao'er, and bowed slightly towards the platform. Unlike Qiao'er, he did not speak aggressively; he appeared to be of a gentle and kind nature.

"Sir, you are very fond of Taoist practices. I admire them greatly and would like to ask you for some guidance. I hope you will not hesitate to teach me."

"Oh? My lord wishes to compete with me in magic?"

"Exactly."

"Have you thought it through?"

"Why not?"

Jiang She smiled slightly.

The market suddenly became lively.

The gentry huddled together and whispered amongst themselves, while the common people craned their necks to watch closely, afraid of missing a single detail.

The maidservant waiting in front of Master Xu's bed also tilted her head and stared in disbelief.

There was a flurry of discussion both on and off the stage.

The affairs of immortals have always been mysterious and profound, not something that ordinary mortals like them can easily glimpse. To be able to see one today is already a great fortune.

But as Dong Yunqi used a golden light to cut away the little ghosts, and then saw the man in green appear out of thin air, his figure ethereal and illusory, for a moment, everyone was unable to distinguish who was the true immortal.

What exactly is the path to immortality?

The people, unable to resist their inquisitive gazes, all looked toward the high platform and at the two who were about to compete.

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the viewing platform.

Xu Qingyue stood there on the stage, stunned and speechless for a moment. After a long while, she finally moved her fingers and touched the maid beside her.

"That...that's Qiao'er?"

"And...Young Master Jiang?!"

Xu Qingyue's eyes widened in surprise.

Weren't the two of them still trapped in the mountains, with hundreds of servants unable to find them even after going up the mountain? How did they suddenly come here?

It appeared out of thin air and showed itself to people in that same incredible way.

When did the two of them arrive?

How long have you been here?

Xu Qingyue was filled with surprise and doubt, and wished she could ask all the questions at once.

Before this, the merchants, gentry and officials on the viewing platform were all watching Dong Yunqi perform the ritual, but none of them noticed that there was someone else on the platform.

They were standing right in front of them, alive and well!

Xu Qingyue knew best how much knowledge Qiao'er possessed; this method couldn't be Qiao'er's, it must be...

Young Master Jiang?!

Xu Qingyue's face tightened.

Impossible! Could Young Master Jiang possibly possess magical powers?

Is Jiang Langjun capable of magical arts?

Xu Qingyue found it hard to believe, and while she was still in shock, Jiang She turned his head and glanced at Zhao Jiaren.

Sure enough, Zhao Jiaren was still trying to argue his way out of things.

"The messenger was born into the Daoist sect and is over a hundred years old. He has experienced the mortal world, but only seeks the Dao."

"But I never expected that this would attract such nonsense from a coward like you."

"Young master, you are of upright appearance; why act in this way?"

Zhao Jiaren was upright and honest. Although he had a penchant for playing with things, he had not lost his ambition. He was deeply involved in affairs and always remained calm in the face of adversity. When he spoke, he was eloquent and his words were quite reasonable.

The merchants who knew him well nodded in agreement.

Someone recognized the man's clothes as the blue robes commonly worn by the Xu family's servants, and burst into laughter:

"Ha, who do we have here? It's just a servant."

"Miss Xu, how can you let your stray dog ​​bark here for no reason? Disturbing the peace and quiet, what are you up to?!"

Xu Qingyue was quite angry when she heard him insult Jiang She.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang She stepped forward.

His imposing presence was so overwhelming that the merchant, visibly terrified, stumbled backward, stammering:

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Nothing much. I just want to inform you that a noble person will be visiting you."

Ok?

The merchant was taken aback upon hearing this and couldn't help but turn around to look.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a hand the size of a vinegar basin slapping towards him like a gust of wind.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the merchant's left cheek instantly swelled up and flew away as if he had been slapped in a circle.

He landed dizzily.

Then I heard someone speaking righteously:

"presumptuous!"

"You petty wretch, how dare you block King Xiang's path?"

"You're asking for it!"

Snapped--!

Another slap.

The merchant's cheeks were red and swollen, and burning with pain.

King Xiang raised his hand, signaling to the attendants that that was enough.

The attendants immediately stopped and retreated behind King Xiang.

While everyone was still astonished by the sudden appearance of the man and woman before them, who were about to engage in a magical duel with the mountain god's messenger, they were completely unaware that King Xiang had already led his entourage to the viewing platform.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness!"

Everyone bowed down.

King Xiang slightly raised his hand: "Gentlemen, there is no need for such formalities."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang She, who stood silently, and asked with a smile, "Young master, why do you not bow to me?"

Jiang She remained unmoved.

He now had to adopt the air of a celestial being, glancing casually at the young man in the python robe, and said directly:

"These knees of mine."

"I only kneel before my parents and worship heaven and earth in my entire life."

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, one of the attendants hurriedly drew his sword and faced the attacker.

But when he had only drawn the knife halfway out, it got stuck in the scabbard and couldn't move, as if it were being blocked by an invisible force. The force gripped his hand and forced the blade back into the scabbard.

The attendant still tried to resist.

But the next moment.

"Clang—!"

The long sword was sheathed.

"Sir, you are skilled in Taoist practices."

King Xiang couldn't help but praise it.

He couldn't possibly understand any of this Taoist or non-Taoist doctrine, but he knew that these two were definitely going to have a showdown today.

Taking advantage of the situation, he bowed to both sides and said:

"Gentlemen, since you're going to compare your Taoist practices, why not simply invite the mountain god to meet you?"

King Xiang always kept in mind the divination of the astronomical official.

Dong Yunqi knew he couldn't summon the mountain god.

Therefore, he deliberately declined.

"If you wish to demonstrate your Taoist skills, I am willing to learn a thing or two. However, it would be inappropriate to invite the mountain god."

"Oh? Is there something wrong with it?" Jiang She asked.

Dong Yunqi said calmly:

"With its golden statue damaged, how can the mountain god manifest its divine power before the people?"

He had visited the Yushan Mountain God Temple beforehand.

Only after seeing the mountain god's golden body shatter like broken porcelain did they dare to act as a fox borrowing the tiger's power and passing themselves off as someone else.

But his words gave others an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Qiao'er chuckled, "You're quite the evasive messenger, but I'd like to ask, are you truly concerned for the Mountain God, or are you afraid of giving yourself away and failing to summon him?"

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the crowd.

"Yes, why is the messenger making excuses?"

"Could it be that he can't summon the mountain god?"

"Is he really a fake messenger of the mountain god?!"

"..."

The people fired a barrage of cannon fire, which made Dong Yunqi's ears ache.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Zhao Jiaren quickly turned his anger towards the man in the blue robe standing to the side:

"Arrogant!"

"The messenger is willing to compete with you in law, but you want to take this opportunity to stir up trouble and make a name for yourself."

"Are you perhaps some charlatan trying to deceive us? What are your intentions? What are your intentions?!"

Zhao Jiaren, taking advantage of the situation, was about to launch into a tirade of insults.

Public opinion has shifted back to Jiang She's side.

Despite being accused of being a fraudulent charlatan, Jiang She showed no sign of anger.

He just smiled and said:

"If I want to make a name for myself, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes."

"I have come here today only to show you all what a true messenger of the mountain god is."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yunqi on the high platform felt a vague unease.

He was about to intervene.

Then Jiang She faced west and gave a slight bow.

He said calmly and casually:

"Mountain God of Jade Mountain, why don't you come and pay your respects quickly?"

...

...

Meanwhile, the bamboo forest of Yushan.

The white fox, disguised as a beautiful woman, was sitting in a bamboo forest with the mountain god of Jade Mountain, chatting on the ground.

"Did you manage to swallow the immortal's elixir?"

"I swallowed it."

"How much did you swallow?"

"It must weigh about a pound."

Ok?

One pound?!

Upon hearing this, the old mountain god's white beard trembled, clearly not expecting this reincarnated immortal to be so generous.

"This is truly your good fortune."

The old mountain god swallowed hard.

For some reason, He felt a certain envy towards women.

Just as he was about to give the woman a few more instructions on refining the spiritual liquid, a voice called out to him.

"Mountain God of Jade Mountain, why don't you come and pay your respects quickly?"

The old mountain god appeared on the viewing platform in the next instant.

He was taken aback. Before he could even reach out to calculate, he saw a familiar man in a blue robe standing beside him.

The old mountain god quickly cupped his hands in respect:

"This humble god, the Jade Mountain God, greets you, sir."

Fearing that Jiang She would be displeased, he stopped calling him "Immortal" and instead followed worldly etiquette, addressing him respectfully as "Sir".

Jiang She, however, paid no attention to these things.

He simply nodded and looked at the old mountain god.

The old mountain god was very old, perhaps hundreds or thousands of years old. His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, yet his expression was serene. His beard and hair were all white, and he was very old. He held a staff and wore a pleated robe, all of which was green.

The pleated garment was embroidered with auspicious clouds and white deer, yet there were no needle holes or gaps, making it seem like a seamless celestial garment.

The Mountain God of Jade Mountain respectfully inquired:

"Sir, why have you summoned this humble deity?"

Upon hearing this, all the whispers in the room instantly ceased. Everyone was stunned. They watched as the man in the blue robe who called himself Jiang She casually raised his hand in a bow. Before they could react, the old mountain god suddenly appeared on the viewing platform, with white hair and beard, dressed like a deity.

What incredible power this is!

Who was that person?

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other in disbelief.

The vast market town became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Looking down from above, the crowd inside looked like ants, dark and motionless, with no one moving or making a sound.

Only the pounding of everyone's hearts remained, like the beating of drums. Many people stared intently at the high place, not daring to blink. This morning, they not only witnessed the magic of immortals, but also saw the mountain gods of the land.

It is foreseeable that today's events will be recorded in the annals of legend, becoming an interesting anecdote that will be remembered for generations.

Many people were also thinking about it and were already planning to go back and tell their wives and brothers about it, and then invite their relatives, friends, and neighbors to come and listen.

Some are happy, while others are sad.

Who would have thought that this mere servant, a peasant who had to be subservient to everyone, would actually manage to invite the Jade Mountain God?

What should I do?

Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but keep looking at Dong Yunqi.

Dong Yunqi's expression was still unpleasant.

Having seen many people and experienced many things, he could naturally distinguish whether the mountain god was real or fake.

it is true.

Unlike him, who impersonates others.

So, does that mean Jiang She is a messenger of the mountain god?

Thinking of this, Dong Yunqi's face fell. If he really was the messenger of the mountain god, then his painstaking efforts to gain power by impersonating the tiger would be completely ruined by Jiang She's appearance.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die."

Dong Yun groaned in frustration, still unwilling to give up.

...

...

"You are too polite, Mountain God."

Jiang She addressed the spirit of Laoshan.

"Recently, there have been many rumors circulating about a messenger of the mountain god, skilled in saving lives and healing the wounded. I wonder if the mountain god has ever seen such a person?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Dong Yunqi in the distance.

Following the direction of the finger, the old mountain god spotted Dong Yunqi. Unlike the mortals present, who could only see a glimpse of white on the platform, the old mountain god had sharp eyes and could even see the embarrassment on Dong Yunqi's face.

He knew perfectly well what was going on.

Whether this white-robed Taoist priest proclaimed himself or inherited his reputation from somewhere, on this Jade Mountain...

There has never been any mountain god messenger.

The old mountain god glanced at Dong Yunqi, then looked away and at Zhao Jiaren standing to the side.

After calculating with his fingers, he said:

"So it was the two of you who were carrying out this fraudulent scheme?"

The old mountain god's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. His face was indifferent and cold as he looked over, a stark contrast to his earlier conversation with Jiang She.

Faced with such a gaze, Zhao Jiaren immediately trembled, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"Mountain God, please calm your anger. It was I who was blind and did not recognize Mount Tai, and was thus deceived by this villain, who made me believe him to be a deity."

Zhao Jiaren pointed towards the high platform in the distance.

His tone was firm, and with one sentence he completely absolved himself of any conflict of interest with Dong Yunqi.

Upon seeing this, Dong Yunqi flew into a rage.

Just as he was about to rebuke him, he saw Zhao Jiaren kneel and move a few more steps, until he reached the mountain god, whereupon he said sorrowfully:

"So that the mountain god may know that Dong Yunqi is heartless and treacherous. My family will treat him well and regard him as an honored guest."

"But unexpectedly... he would go to Cihang Nunnery every few days to insult my mother, who had taken vows to become a nun."