From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"W-what?"

"How could the messenger commit such a despicable act?"

Hearing Zhao Jiaren's self-destructive words, the people were dumbfounded and looked at each other in shock.

What kind of beings are immortals?

How could anyone insult a married woman?

"You...you're spying on me?"

Dong Yunqi's face darkened, and he looked quite annoyed.

He did visit Cihang Nunnery several times, but only to ask Shen Nianci for the visualization diagram to strengthen his cultivation.

Where did the word "insult" come from?

Dong Yunqi thought he had done a careful job, but he was still discovered. He was surprised and asked the question, but little did he know that this question was exactly what Zhao Jiaren wanted to hear.

He saw Zhao Jiaren lower his head and give a sly smile.

A sense of foreboding washed over me.

It's not that I'm making baseless accusations, but rather that you're spying on me. This statement confirms that what Zhao Jiaren said is true.

As expected, the people began to discuss it amongst themselves upon hearing this.

"Alas!"

"He admitted it."

"Is what Patriarch Zhao said just now truly true?"

"this......"

The crowd exploded like boiling oil being poured into water.

Dong Yunqi felt countless gazes directed at him, which shifted from surprise and doubt to horror, and then to... contempt.

"Even gods...would do such vile things?"

"And then they went and insulted the young woman who was a nun on behalf of others."

"Is...is this still a celestial being?"

"I'm afraid they're some kind of evil spirit or heretic."

"Pah! How filthy! And we even kowtowed and knelt in worship."

In an instant, murmurs, accusations, and scorn, mixed with disappointment and anger, surged towards the platform and towards that one figure in white.

Dong Yunqi's face turned ashen.

His lips trembled as he tried to explain, but Zhao Jiaren suddenly looked up, his sorrow vanishing and replaced by a pained and righteous expression.

Kneel down and say:

"Mountain God, please see the truth! I was confused for a moment and was deceived by this villain, manipulated by him, and helped him to commit this fraud."

"Please, Mountain God, have mercy."

"We beg the Mountain God for mercy!"

He kowtowed three times.

The sincerity of their feelings is so profound that it makes one feel ashamed.

The old mountain god frowned.

He calculated with his fingers and said, "Your lifespan is twenty-one, and you have now reached twenty, yet you are still so shameless?"

"You think you can just get away with it by saying you were deceived? Don't you feel even the slightest bit of shame?"

Boom—

These words were like a bolt from the blue.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiaren was immediately stunned.

He was startled when he heard that he was only twenty-one years old. Then, when his age was revealed, he was even more terrified. He stammered for a long time but still couldn't say a word.

He only knew that he was about to die.

I'm about to die...

"Ah, those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish."

"Zhao Jiaren, you deserved it!"

Hearing the old mountain god's words, Dong Yunqi laughed loudly, thinking that he had finally vented his anger.

Now that his scheme has been exposed, he has no reason to stay any longer.

Then Dong Yunqi swept his sleeves sharply.

"call--"

The cuffs billowed, creating a rustling sound in the wind.

The next instant, a wisp of cloud slipped from his sleeve, landed at his feet, and transformed into a white crane.

"Hey!"

The white crane spread its wings and let out a cry.

With a light tap of his toes, Dong Yunqi soared into the sky on a crane. His figure rapidly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a white shadow and disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

This white crane was a spirit pet he acquired in his early years.

They are adept at flying and escaping, and are extremely fast.

The old mountain god couldn't react at all.

As soon as He frowned, Dong Yunqi had already disappeared. Just as He was about to use his supernatural powers to chase after him, Jiang She stopped him.

"Mountain God, wait!"

"Alas! Why are you stopping me, sir?"

The old mountain god looked at Jiang She in bewilderment.

Jiang She shook his head: "If the gods leave their territory, their strength will be greatly diminished. Don't fall for this treacherous scheme."

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

The old mountain god was taken aback upon hearing this.

He only thought he should make a good impression on Jiang She, but he never expected that this immortal would be so meticulous.

He only thought about how to do it, without considering the consequences.

But this immortal... had already foreseen the future.

He is truly a divine being.

The old mountain god was immediately awestruck, filled with admiration for Jiang She, and nodded, saying:

"What you say makes perfect sense."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang She.

Jiang She's gaze, however, was elsewhere.

"Right now, there are more important things to do."

More important things?

The old mountain god was taken aback.

Looking back, he saw a woman behind him with a sorrowful expression, yet still pitying her own beauty, looking charming and touching.

Feeling the mountain god's gaze upon her, Xu Qingyue's pretty face trembled, then she gave a slight bow, a curtsy, and a deep bow, saying in a mournful voice:

"This humble girl, Xu Qingyue, greets the Mountain God."

The old mountain god lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the woman.

He calculated with his fingers and immediately knew the reason behind it.

Stroking his beard, he laughed:

"So it's Xu Changqing's younger brother."

"Your ancestors were kind to me back then. How can you call yourself a human being if you don't repay that kindness?"

"How could they possibly be considered immortals or gods?"

Having said that, the old mountain god raised his left foot and took only one step, moving from the viewing platform to Master Xu's bedside.

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at each other.

But then the old mountain god, holding a staff, gently tapped it on the ground.

"Thump—"

The tip of the cane touched the ground, and suddenly a strong wind arose, like waves rising from flat ground, instantly sweeping across the entire square.

The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise and raised their hands to cover their faces.

But the wind didn't hurt them; it just blew so hard they couldn't open their eyes. When they could open their eyes again, they were stunned.

What was once an empty space around the sickbed has now been transformed into a sea of ​​flowers.

Countless exotic flowers and plants, growing from who-knows-where, densely covered the ground.

Dewdrops rolled on the petals, refracting seven colors in the sunlight, and a unique fragrance filled the air, refreshing and delightful.

A riot of colors, each vying for attention.

"What... what is this?"

Everyone was taken aback.

It felt as if I had stepped into a fairyland.

Many people were shocked and speechless, and many couldn't help but rub their eyes, wondering if they had seen things wrong.

However, even more breathtaking sights were yet to come.

"Rumble, rumble—"

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, which is to the right of Mr. Xu's sickbed.

Suddenly, the ground rose up, and a tender green sapling broke through the soil. The sapling grew rapidly in the wind, and in an instant, it had grown into a towering tree with a thick trunk that required ten people to encircle it. A tiger leaped down from the tree and brought a sprig of dew.

The old mountain god accepted it.

Pour the floral dew into Master Xu's chapped mouth.

The next instant, Mr. Xu, who had regained his color but remained unconscious, suddenly felt his eyelids twitch...

I opened my eyes!

"Father!"

"Qing... Qingyue."

With tears in her eyes, Xu Qingyue rushed over.

Mr. Xu looked stunned, clearly unaware of what had happened, but his cheeks were healthy and rosy, no longer as lifeless as before.

"They are immortals or gods."

"They are true gods and immortals!"

The people knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

The old mountain god returned to Jiang She's side, glanced at the incense smoke swirling above the heads of the people below the platform, bowed to Jiang She, and said, "Thank you, sir, for granting me this blessing of incense smoke."

Offering incense to deities is beneficial and harmless.

The old mountain god was naturally delighted to receive the incense offerings.

Jiang She smiled slightly:

"The mountain god saved a life, so he should be treated with respect."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard loud laughter coming from beside him.

"Hahaha! Sir, your Taoist skills are excellent. I admire you greatly." The young man, who was the King of Xiang, strolled over.

He said:

"Sir, with such extraordinary abilities, why do you serve as a servant?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Jiang She.

King Xiang had his own destiny, called "Breaking Through Illusions," which enabled him to distinguish right from wrong, truth from falsehood, and to discern whether what others said was true or false.

Jiang She saw it through the panel.

Seeing the other man's fate, he knew he couldn't tell him a single lie. So he simply cupped his hands in greeting and smiled:

"The reason I was able to summon the mountain god is not so much due to my supernatural powers, but because I have recently formed a connection with the mountain god."

He's right.

I have indeed only recently formed a connection with the mountain god.

When King Xiang saw that there were no warning signs of his fate, he knew that this was the truth and immediately felt bored.

Yet, having only recently formed a connection, they were able to summon the mountain god himself. Such a predestined connection... is something that ordinary cultivators cannot obtain.

He dared not underestimate him at that moment, so he smiled and said:

"Sir, you are very lucky. I envy you."

"I also wish to form a connection with the mountain god."

King Xiang was fascinated by matters of immortals and almost traveled to learn the Tao. He had hundreds of retainers, all of whom were Taoist priests and sorcerers, but he was repeatedly deceived. His retainers only knew a few tricks and had no real skills. This was already common knowledge in the court.

Having now met a true immortal, how could one not want to form a connection with him?

Not to mention the King of Xiang, even the merchants, gentry, and common people around him all had the idea of ​​forming a connection with the mountain god.

The old mountain god frowned slightly.

He hasn't come out for hundreds of years.

Unexpectedly...

A century later, the landscape at the foot of the mountain remains the same.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and looked up at the boy:

"King Xiang, please don't make fun of this little god."

"Human wealth and honor are hard to come by. Does King Xiang also want to learn the Tao? This Tao of mine is not easy. One must give up one's physical body, die first and then be reborn, and from then on, one's golden statue in the temple will take its place, eating people's incense offerings and fulfilling people's wishes. It's very troublesome, very troublesome."

"Why not learn to be an immortal?"

"But where in this world are there immortals..."

King Xiang frowned slightly.

In his view, even the Grand Preceptor in the court was not necessarily a celestial being. He was constantly hampered by others and had many concerns and calculations. He did not live as well as the man in the blue robe in front of him, who could come and go as he pleased, living a carefree and unrestrained life.

He longed for it and remembered the dream interpretation.

Therefore, he couldn't help but take notice of Jiang She.

They were plotting and planning to take things slowly.

Seeing that King Xiang had finished speaking with the immortal, a group of merchants and gentry rushed forward, each clasping their hands in self-recommendation.

"Your humble servant Liu Shide greets the immortal."

"This humble official... greets the immortal."

"My name is Wei Jinhai, and I pay my respects to the esteemed... Master."

A flood of compliments poured in, all addressing him as an immortal, except for one person who called him "sir".

Jiang She immediately became interested.

Looking up, I saw a portly merchant.

The merchant was about forty years old, with a plump figure and fair skin. He wore a royal blue robe with brocade patterns, exuding an air of wealth and nobility. A black leather belt was tied around his waist, with a piece of Hetian white jade the size of a pigeon egg inlaid on it.

Most strikingly, the portly merchant wore jade thumb rings on every finger, which looked priceless.

"You're Wei Jinhai?"

Jiang She asked an interesting question.

Seeing the other person's gaze fall upon him, Wei Jinhai hurriedly bent his already hunched back even lower, but because he was too fat, he could not bend down any further.

His face was covered in cold sweat, and he apologized:

"Yes, yes, I am Wei Jinhai."

Jiang She smiled:

"Master Wei, there's no need for such formalities."

"My young lady has some business dealings with your family, so you could say she's a friend."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Jiaren.

As expected, Zhao Jiaren's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty upon hearing this.

Business? What kind of business?

How could I not know?

Could it be... that Wei Jinhai is going against my wishes?

Zhao Jiaren stared indignantly at the fat man, completely unaware that this was Jiang She's scheme to sow discord.

Wei Jinhai was also caught off guard.

He simply attributed it to his extraordinary good fortune, thinking to himself:

"Thank goodness I didn't listen to that old coward Liu Changbing and come to witness this ceremony, otherwise... even if I were incredibly lucky, how could I have had the chance to speak with an immortal?"

Wonderful, wonderful.

Wei Jinhai was secretly delighted. Hearing Jiang She's words, he knew that he was referring to the resale of the ginseng ointment.

This was a closely guarded secret. Jiang She revealed it in a single sentence, and Wei Jinhai immediately understood, realizing he had grasped the other party's temperament.

He thought that he was just like himself, a hungry ghost obsessed with beauty.

He stayed in the Xu family for Xu Qingyue's health.

So, wanting to please him, I stepped forward, smiled, cupped my hands in greeting, and said:

"Sir... do you want a wife?"