From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Ok?

As expected, they came to see Jiang She.

Xu Ningyuan's heart tightened.

In the past few days, countless prominent families have come looking for Jiang She, something he has long been accustomed to.

But the arrival of the underworld officials might not be a good thing.

But since Jiang She was a member of the Xu family, Xu Ningyuan couldn't say much, and only apologized:

"Officer Fang, you flatter me."

"But... I wonder if it was one of my servants who acted recklessly outside and unintentionally offended you, sir?"

"If he is truly ignorant of his own limitations and has offended you, I am willing to apologize to you on his behalf."

As Xu Ningyuan spoke, he secretly glanced at the black-robed man at the head of the table, only to see the man shake his head and say:

"Master Xu is overthinking it."

"When you were an imperial physician, you were kind to Prince Jing, and His Highness often remembers this. How could we ask you to apologize?"

"Moreover... Jiang She and my Black Court have never had any dealings before, so how could he have offended me?"

"I have come here on the orders of Prince Jing to invite Young Master Jiang to my residence for a chat."

Ok?

Is this Prince Jing's intention?

Xu Ningyuan was taken aback.

Who is Prince Jing, Nangong Muxue?

She lived a secluded life, her whereabouts were unpredictable, and she would never reveal herself to others unless it was something of utmost importance. Even for officials of the first or second rank in the court, getting an audience with her was extremely difficult, akin to climbing to heaven.

Even though he had done a favor for Prince Jing and cured his illness, his requests for an audience were always answered by the old ghost servant by Prince Jing's side.

now......

Prince Jing actually wanted to meet with Jiang She in person?

Why is that?

Xu Ningyuan's mind raced.

He felt a chill rise from his spine and instantly spread throughout his body.

The fact that Prince Jing personally intervened means that the matter of Jiang She is no longer just a power struggle among the aristocratic families of the capital.

Instead, they were drawn into the heart of the vortex of imperial power.

This matter is a thousand times, ten thousand times more important than any attempt by a powerful family to win someone over, or even a routine interrogation by the underworld!

Can the Xu family really handle this...?

Thinking of this, Xu Ningyuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

As he was pondering this, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from outside the door.

I turned my head and looked.

Xu Qingyue stepped lightly across the threshold.

Xu Qingyue had clearly arrived in a hurry; her temples were slightly damp with sweat, but this did not diminish her radiant beauty.

She wore a waist-length, cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), its color vibrant and its fabric extremely thin and soft, like water or mist, clinging to her proud and graceful figure, clearly outlining her heavy chest and slender waist.

At the collar of her dress, a section of her delicate, jade-like neck was revealed, her long, graceful neck glistening with fragrant sweat; beneath the dress was a pleated long skirt, wide and trailing on the ground, her hips swaying with each step, creating wafts of fragrance.

Xu Qingyue entered the guest room.

She first bowed slightly to the man in black robes at the head of the table, then spoke softly:

"This humble woman, Xu Qingyue, greets the two esteemed gentlemen."

The man in black robes nodded slightly in return.

Xu Qingyue straightened up: "The two lords have come on orders to see Jiang She, and my family will certainly not refuse. However... whether Jiang She is willing to see the two lords or not is not something my family can decide with a single word or action."

The moment these words were spoken, the guest room fell silent.

Fang Zheng paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically:

"I understand what Miss Xu has said."

"To be able to invoke the mountain god's divine intervention, one must possess a certain character and temperament, and it is only right that one is somewhat aloof and does not meet with outsiders."

"But with the king's command before me, I cannot disobey."

"I hope Miss Xu can lead the way."

well....

Xu Qingyue let out a long sigh.

The social hierarchy was strictly defined, with scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. Since imperial power was supreme, she dared not contradict it and could only nod in agreement.

"In that case, please follow me."

After speaking, Xu Qingyue turned slightly to the side, and with a slight gesture of her jade hand, she made a "please" gesture towards the door.

The man in black robes at the head of the table stepped down from his seat.

He walked along, clasping his hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for leading the way, Miss Xu."

Xu Qingyue nodded and led the way.

Before long, they arrived at the front courtyard's rear building.

Fang Zheng stopped and paused.

A quick glance revealed a row of low houses with gray tiles and walls, simple doors and windows, and only an old locust tree and a few stone benches in the courtyard. Compared with the carved beams, painted rafters, pavilions and waterside terraces of the Xu family's inner courtyard in the distance, the houses looked cramped and shabby.

His dark face showed a look of surprise.

"Miss Xu, this place... seems to be the courtyard where servants and waiters live?"

"Yes."

Xu Qingyue nodded slightly.

Fang Zheng'a was stunned. He asked questioningly, "That Young Master Jiang lives here? He's an immortal, and you let him live in a place like this? He's not angry or annoyed?"

Inquiring glances were cast upon them.

This question made Xu Qingyue break out in a cold sweat.

Instead of avoiding the question, he answered frankly, "What Constable Fang said is true. My family did prepare a separate, elegant courtyard for Young Master Jiang, with all the furnishings and utensils provided. We dared not neglect him in the slightest. However, Young Master Jiang... just likes to stay here."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng'a glanced at the courtyard environment—blue tiles, gray walls, and the smell of earth—and said with a serious smile:

"Young Master Jiang is a kind-hearted man."

As he spoke, a servant stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Who?"

A gentle voice came from inside the door.

The servant said, "Young Master Jiang, Miss requests an audience."

Alas!

Xu Qingyue?

Wasn't she busy dealing with those noble families in the guest hall? What is she doing here?

inside the house.

Jiang She sat cross-legged on the couch, frowning slightly.

A few days ago, Jiang She obtained a round inner vision moon shadow from Dong Yunqi. In the following days, he stayed in his room, busy with spiritual union with it, carefully feeling the effects of the inner vision.

Whether it was due to incomplete inner vision or something else, the moon's shadow merging into the Qi Sea acupoint only brought Jiang She the benefit of rapid recovery of his magical power.

Previously, when he exhausted one strand of his magic power, it would take him three to five days to fully recover. But since he acquired the Moon Shadow, he can now fully recover one strand of magic power in just half a day.

Jiang She was delighted with this.

Just as he was about to try out the magic, he heard a summons slip through the crack in the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Who?"

"Young Master Jiang, the young lady requests an audience."

"Miss? What brings you here, Miss?"

As Jiang She spoke, he got out of bed and pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, several people were standing outside. Among them was a man with a towering figure, a dark face, and a black robe, making him stand out from the crowd.

Jiang She glanced at the man.

Suddenly, small print appeared before my eyes:

"Today you have encountered Fang Zheng'a, one of the six great constables of the Black Court. You can control this top-notch martial artist for ten thousand coins."

Ok?

Top martial artist?

Jiang She's heart skipped a beat. His gaze swept over the top of the man's head, where he saw bright, gleaming numbers:

——81!

He just happened to reach the second rank of martial arts.

Jiang She looked at himself again.

He wears a bracelet on his wrist, and his attack power is "520".

Even if the other party suddenly attacks, he is fearless.

He then bowed slightly and said:

"My name is Jiang She. I greet you both. May I ask what business you have with me, sirs, coming from the Black Court?"

"Oh?"

Fang Zheng'a looked surprised: "How did you know I was a member of the Black Court?"

He arrived today not dressed in official robes, but wearing a black robe over a soft undergarment.

Pei Yubei, who was behind him, was also dressed in her usual clothes.

The two men were dressed casually, and even if they walked down the street, no one would know that they were members of the underworld.

But the person in front of me saw through it.

How could he tell?

Could it be the work of an immortal?

Fang Zheng'a questioned inwardly, his hand, hidden under his robe, unconsciously touched the soft, black-clad garment.

He touched his chest, but it was ice cold to the touch; the scroll of edict hidden inside did not radiate warmth.

"How could this be? He's not an immortal?!"

Fang Zheng was deeply shocked.

The edict he hid under his soft, muslin-covered coat was written by the Imperial Preceptor. Its power was enough to kill a Qi Refining cultivator without breaking a sweat. However, although the edict was powerful, it was extremely troublesome to execute.

In order to enable the martial artists to use their skills, the Imperial Preceptor set many restrictions. For example, each time this edict is summoned, it must choose a person from the Black Court. If anyone else touches it, their flesh and blood will be destroyed. Also, because Qi Refining Immortals are extremely difficult to kill, this edict can kill Qi Refining Immortals by exchanging lives for lives.

Every time the imperial edict kills a Qi Refining cultivator, many people in the Great Qian Dynasty will die suddenly due to natural disasters or man-made calamities.

This number is not fixed; it varies depending on the person's fate, ranging from tens to hundreds, or even thousands to tens of thousands.

Last time, we used the imperial edict to kill a foreign cultivator who wanted to seize the country and become king. It was winter then, and the Great Qian Dynasty experienced a month of blizzards, freezing tens of thousands of people to death.

This time, the imperial edict selected Fang Zheng A Shi Zhan.

So he came with a written order.

But once inside the Xu family's residence, upon meeting them, the imperial edict showed no hostility. What does this mean?

Jiang She is not an immortal.

His cultivation level was not yet at the Qi Refining stage.

"Before even mastering Qi cultivation, he could summon deities..."

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng'a was deeply shocked.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty achieved her status as a Qi Refining Immortal by relying on the dragon's energy and the dynasty's destiny. Once she entered this realm, the path of Qi Refining was forbidden. Even if someone in later generations walks this path, as long as she is not dead or destroyed, no one can surpass her.

This was true for both the North and South banks of the river, and for all dynasties and countries.

Furthermore, each Qi cultivator possesses different "Qi" and thus exhibits unique abilities and supernatural powers.

Among them, the most common and ubiquitous is the practice of inviting gods.

Once you enter the Qi Refining stage, almost everyone can do it.

Some people ask their predecessors on their own path to possess them, while others ask mountain spirits and wild monsters that have attained enlightenment.

Yet no one could compare to Jiang She...

Invoke the gods!

But right now, what shocked Fang Zheng the most was that Jiang She was not a Qi cultivator, yet he was able to summon a deity.

Yet it can summon deities...

How...how could he do that?

This doesn't make sense.

This is unreasonable!

Fang Zheng was still stunned when Jiang She pressed him further:

"My lord? My lord?"

"......Um."

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Um... I was so afraid of the immortal that I forgot to speak for a moment. Please forgive me, immortal."

Fang Zheng A murmured.

Jiang She waved his hand and laughed, "You flatter me, sir. I am no immortal. What immortal doesn't dwell in the deep mountains and clouds, accompanied by white clouds and cranes?"

Fang Zheng smiled but didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that he was not a Qi cultivator, the imperial edict had lost its hostility, but Fang Zheng'a still dared not gamble.

I bet he's not an immortal.

Their faces were covered in sweat, and they didn't know what to say, so they remained silent for a moment.

Jiang She, however, had a sudden thought and bought Fang Zheng A into the panel.

However, at the very moment of purchase...

"despair!"

Suddenly, water burst open before Jiang She's eyes, and small characters spread out in circles from the ripples, revealing:

"Should your slaves confiscate their privately possessed magical artifacts?"