From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

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Magic weapon?

Jiang She looked at the panel, his face slightly taken aback.

"This Fang Zheng is just a martial artist, how come he has a magical artifact on him?"

Jiang She couldn't figure it out, but he still chose to take it back.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The next instant, something fell into the satchel.

Jiang She scanned the object with his divine sense and immediately saw it clearly.

It was a scroll of silk, its jade-like surface gleaming faintly, with gold thread patterns on the silk that resembled neither words nor pictures.

It inspires awe and contains great terror.

"This...this is...a visualization diagram?!"

Jiang She glanced at the panel.

The painting bears five large characters: "The Evil Dragon Enters the Phoenix"!

The name of this visualization diagram is concise and to the point: men cultivate the evil dragon, and women cultivate the phoenix, but the path they follow is different from the practice of sexual cultivation.

Some of them are fraught with difficulties and obstacles.

Either you devour the phoenix and become a true dragon, or you are devoured by the phoenix and watch helplessly as she transforms into a celestial phoenix.

Fang Zheng'a did not notice that the edict hidden in his chest had disappeared. The soft, muscular coat clung to his skin, and the sensation remained the same. He only felt the usual coldness on his chest, nothing different.

Jiang She lowered his gaze slightly, as if he were pondering.

Fang Zheng'a dared not delay, and quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Jiang She, and said:

"gentlemen."

"I, Fang, have taken the liberty of visiting you today, and I hope you will forgive me."

However… I am here on the orders of Prince Jing. His Highness heard that you have invoked the mountain god and held you in high esteem, and therefore specially ordered me to come and respectfully invite you to come.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang She's face showed a slight surprise.

Everyone in the Great Qian Dynasty knows that Prince Jing is the Grand Preceptor's disciple, and he just received the Grand Preceptor's edict.

If we go now...

This...this is like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

Thinking of this, Jiang She flicked his sleeve, his expression lazy, deliberately putting on a rather domineering air:

"Your timing is unfortunate, sir. I am exhausted today and fear that if I enter the Prince's residence, it will displease Prince Jing."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng'a assumed the other party was trying to establish their authority, but dared not say anything more, and could only smile apologetically:

"Since you are feeling tired, you should rest and recuperate. It was my oversight that I came here so abruptly today."

After saying that, he smiled and made some more perfunctory remarks.

Finally, after a long period of rambling and small talk, the group agreed to go to Prince Jing's residence three days later.

With everything completed, the man in black took his leave.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang She and Xu Qingyue remained in the large courtyard.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

The sunlight slanted gently, filtering through the pine and cypress branches and casting dappled shadows that fell on Xu Qingyue's dress, making her look captivating—a woman who could steal one's heart.

She stood quietly for a moment, her gaze fixed on Jiang She, as if she had a thousand words to say, yet didn't know where to begin.

The woman abandoned her usual efficient and authoritative demeanor when managing household affairs. She raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, which had been ruffled by the wind, and said softly:

"Young Master Jiang".

"Recently, many aristocratic families have sent portraits of women to our door. Is there anyone you fancy, young master?"

As she spoke, she glanced up briefly at Jiang She, then quickly looked away, as if it were just a casual remark.

But I was extremely anxious.

She didn't know how Jiang She would respond.

I just hope this answer won't disappoint her.

Jiang She was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

These past few days he's been busy studying the inner moon imagery, and he's only been dealing with the portraits of beauties sent by aristocratic families. After receiving them, they've been left on the table to gather dust, and he hasn't had time to examine them closely yet.

Only when Xu Qingyue asked about it did he remember this matter. After a moment's thought, he frowned and said:

"There are a few that I can find appealing."

"Hmm? How many? How many more do you want to marry?"

"Miss, you've misunderstood. I didn't say I wanted to marry you."

"Oh? So it was just a fling? Pshaw, you scumbag!"

Xu Qingyue glared at him and stormed off.

Jiang She was slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

He stared at the woman's retreating figure, speechless for a moment.

What's wrong, Miss?

Why did you just leave like that?

Women really do change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book.

Jiang She silently complained to himself.

Without giving it much thought, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and bolted it shut, plunging the room into darkness.

Only the bright sunlight filtering through the window paper remained.

Jiang She walked behind the table, sat down on the stool, and reached for the satchel at his waist.

My fingertips touched a scroll of silk; it felt slightly cool to the touch, with a subtle, warm, jade-like quality.

He took the item out and placed it on the desk.

He then extended two fingers, pinched the edge of the silk scroll, and intended to unfold the image of the evil dragon.

However....

No matter how hard he tried, the silk scroll remained motionless, as if an invisible force was holding it firmly in place.

Jiang She frowned slightly.

If this road is blocked, then we'll take another one.

He pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes, and a wisp of divine consciousness, like a gentle stream, quietly emerged from between his brows.

In the blink of an eye, he reached for the scroll on the table.

"Buzz—"

With a soft sound, the jade light rippled slightly.

When divine sense touched the surface of the silk book, the jade-like light on the surface seemed to come alive, and the patterns on it moved gently like fish.

The fish swam faster and faster, and Jiang She's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, Jiang She felt a blur before his eyes, as if his consciousness was being pulled in by an irresistible, immense suction force. In an instant, the world spun around, and all things vanished.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the dimly lit room.

Instead, it is like being in a boundless ocean.

Jiang She stepped onto the sea as if walking on flat ground. He glanced around and saw no light, only endless cold and darkness. Gravity pressed down from all directions, squeezing his soul and almost crushing him.

This feeling of burden has always been there.

It was as if they were testing the aptitude of the person who came.

Jiang She felt dizzy and lightheaded, almost unable to breathe. He struggled to keep his eyelids open to prevent himself from fainting, but his vision gradually became blurred, as if he were looking at something underwater.

"hold head high--!"

A dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Upon hearing the dragon's roar, Jiang She felt his soul tremble violently, as if his head had been struck hard by an invisible hammer.

The consciousness, already on the verge of collapse, finally teetered on the brink of collapse under the roar of the dragon.

Just as the dragon's roar resounded, the water surface beneath Jiang She's feet, which had been as smooth as a mirror, suddenly trembled violently.

He looked down and saw a huge black shadow swimming past his feet.

Its appearance and its contents are unknown.

Yet it carries a sense of earth-shattering power.

It inspires awe and fear.

If viewed from above, Jiang She's figure on the water appears as small as a bean, while the black shadow beneath his feet sways like a dragon, each dragon scale as large as a floating mountain.

It is unknown how many hundreds of feet wide or how many hundreds of feet long it is.

The chill of death was palpable.

Jiang She felt a jolt in his heart; a fear stemming from his very survival instinct pierced his spine like an ice pick.

This is not the caution one displays when facing a powerful foe, nor the tension one feels when confronted with danger. Rather, it is the absolute, irresistible, and utterly horrifying feeling of an ant looking up at the collapsing sky, or dust watching stars fall—a feeling that transcends even the will to resist!

"This...this is the evil dragon?"

Jiang She felt a chill run down his spine and was horrified. His soul could no longer withstand the overwhelming dragon's might and suffocating feeling. His vision suddenly went black, and his soul fell out of the visualization diagram.

The abyss, the black dragon, the boundless darkness and pressure—all these images receded and vanished rapidly like the tide.

The next moment.

Jiang She suddenly opened his eyes.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with even greater fear, and his back was covered in sweat that clung to his clothes.

The scroll of "The Evil Dragon Enters the Phoenix" still lay quietly on the table, its surface smooth and lustrous with flowing dark gold patterns.

It was as if that earth-shattering dragon roar was just a dream, but the lingering pain and tremor deep in his soul told Jiang She with unmistakable clarity.

What I just saw was definitely not a dream!

"This 'Dragon Enters Phoenix Diagram' is by no means an ordinary method of visualization. Those with weak spirits and minds will only go insane if they practice it."

Jiang She lowered his head slightly.

He focused his mind on his Qihai acupoint.

Within the Qihai acupoint, a moon-shaped shadow enveloped in yellowish-white energy quietly merged with magical power, like light entering water, or the moon reflected in water.

This is the inner moon image that was forcibly taken from Dong Yunqi.

Jiang She pondered this carefully.

I felt that the moonlight was as warm and gentle as water, and that magical power flowed within it, endlessly and continuously.

The beauty of the moon rising over the sea lies in its nurturing and enduring nature.

The emphasis is on the continuous and ever-renewing flow of magical power, aiming to maintain magical power in battle for a long time.

The "Dragon Enters Phoenix" painting depicts battles and violence.

"Contemplate the evil dragon and receive its supreme power. It is through great terror and majesty that the cultivator's soul is forged and tempered, making it as hard as iron, until it becomes harder than diamond and indestructible. Then it nourishes the physical body, enabling it to become a saint."

Jiang She's breathing quickened slightly.

Using the panel, he figured out that the Demonic Dragon Visualization Diagram was a path to physical immortality.

We must not be impatient for quick results.

Don't be impatient for quick results!

Jiang She pondered to himself.

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, soft and tingling, with the allure of a mature woman.

"Young Master Jiang, are you there?"

"Who?"

Jiang She became alert and probed with his divine sense, only to find that it was Xu Rong from the Big Wave Horse.

"What's she doing here?"

"They're not here to get me, are they?"

Jiang She pushed open the door and looked up.

The woman stood gracefully outside the door, her figure swaying, exuding a mature, feminine fragrance.

She had clearly dressed up deliberately again today.

She wore a bright pink, narrow-sleeved, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the fabric of which was extremely light and soft gauze. Under the clear sunlight, her fair skin was faintly visible underneath.

The dress was cut to fit perfectly, clinging to her breasts and buttocks. Her high, prominent chest was bulging from the high waistband, creating a breathtakingly full curve. The fabric was so tight that it seemed as if it would burst open at any moment.

Below, her waist was bound so slenderly with a silk ribbon that it could be grasped in one hand, making her appear round at the top and narrow at the bottom, with wide hips.

If the dress is damp with sweat or soaked through by rain, it will accentuate the dress's unrestrained nature and her voluptuous, licentious figure.

Upon seeing Jiang She open the door, the woman's watery eyes immediately lit up. Her breath, sweet and fragrant, mingled with a hint of cloying sweetness as she spoke in a coquettish voice:

"Young Master Jiang~"

"I just heard a commotion in the courtyard, it seems that some distinguished guests have come to visit. I was worried, so I came to check on them."

"Young Master Jiang, are you alright?"

After she finished speaking, her charming eyes flickered, and she looked directly at Jiang She with just the right amount of worry in them.

Jiang She raised his hand in a salute:

"I am fine, thank you for your concern, Sister Rong."

The woman chuckled softly.

"Hehe, why are you being so formal, my lord? I felt so heartbroken during the nights you were gone~"

As she spoke, she pulled Jiang She aside and closed the door...