From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the door slammed shut, and Jiang She was gently pressed against the door panel.

The woman stretched out her soft hand and leaned it close to Jiang She's ear, her warm breath mixed with her body fragrance, spraying onto his nose.

Ok?

I got pinned against the wall!

Jiang She's expression froze.

This sudden scene left him somewhat bewildered. Before he could speak, Xu Rong, her eyes filled with seductive allure, sucked on her finger and touched Jiang She's face, saying sweetly:

"Ugh, my lord is so heartless."

"Since you are an immortal, then your cultivation techniques... must have been deliberately bestowed upon me by you, right?♡"

Ok?

Gongfa?

Jiang She frowned slightly.

He knew in his heart that the technique Xu Rong was referring to was the "Next Month Qi-Inducing Scripture".

Jiang She put a lot of effort into this technique.

Not only did he take the best parts of the three "Qi-Gathering Scriptures of the Last Month" and make up for the shortcomings, he also removed the description of magical power and only wrote a general concept so that he could absorb the energy silently.

Now that Xu Rong had asked, Jiang She did not refuse.

laughed:

"Sister Rong is indeed incredibly intelligent."

"Hmph! Don't try to bluff your way out of this."

Xu Rong gave Jiang She a reproachful look, her eyes filled with a mixture of charm and resentment, like a lonely, resentful woman confined to her boudoir.

Jiang She felt somewhat ashamed.

Now that he is known as an "immortal," everyone treats him with utmost respect and dares not overstep his bounds. But Xu Rong, relying on her few fleeting encounters with him, dares to act so resentful and come to "question him."

He sighed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, and simply said:

"Sister Rong, you are mistaken."

"Techniques and spiritual treasures are obtained by those who are destined to possess them. Since that technique is destined for Sister Rong, it will naturally fall into her hands."

Upon hearing this, the woman deliberately glared at Jiang She, her eyes filled with resentment and a pitiful, aggrieved look.

"Hmph! You make it sound so easy, young master."

"You finished eating, wiped your mouth, and got out of bed. But I've been practicing martial arts these past few days, and it's been so hard!"

Yes, working during the day and working at night, how could it not be hard? Only you can endure such hardship; anyone else would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

Jiang She silently complained to himself.

That being said, it was thanks to Xu Rong that Jiang She was able to glimpse the way to thicken and widen his magical power.

In comparison, the two of them were essentially getting what they needed from each other.

Thinking of this, Jiang She suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Rong, you are underestimating the importance of cultivation."

"The path to enlightenment is fraught with peril, requiring three thousand kalpas of cultivation and enduring countless hardships. How could outsiders possibly know the extent of the difficulties involved? If cultivation were easy, wouldn't everyone in this world be a true immortal?"

As he spoke, his gaze calmly met those alluring eyes.

Xu Rong covered her face with her sleeve and chuckled, "Hehe, what you say is very true, my lord. I was thinking too simply."

She smiled, withdrew her jade-like hand from Jiang She's ear, and then gracefully moved her feet, gently sitting on the edge of the couch:

"Then... why don't you hurry up and start cultivating, my lord?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang She's expression froze.

Since he borrowed Xu Rong's body to revise the "Next Month Qi-Inducing Scripture," he has never stated that he needs to rely on sexual techniques for cultivation.

Xu Rong's words, which he had just seen through, and her subsequent invitation made him feel awkward, as if the woman had seen through his thoughts, turned the tables on him, and was leading him by the nose.

That won't do.

We have to get our revenge!

Jiang She shook his head decisively, his face showing a righteous and stern expression, and took half a step back:

"Sister Rong, this is inappropriate. A gentleman is cautious even when alone. How can we cultivate ourselves when our names are not proper and our words are not in accordance with the proper order?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Rong's expression faltered slightly.

Having finally climbed this tree of immortal destiny, she was unwilling to let go easily, and now she couldn't help but ask:

"Then, young master... what would it take for you to agree?"

"You must become my disciple."

Becoming an apprentice?

What's so difficult about that!

Upon hearing this, Xu Rong's eyes lit up immediately.

As long as she could hold onto this destiny with the immortals, she would be willing to serve as a servant, let alone become a disciple.

"That's easy!"

Xu Rong was overjoyed and immediately stood up from the edge of the couch.

She glanced around and saw the coarse tea and earthenware bowl that Jiang She usually drank on the table. She quickly went over and poured half a bowl of tea that was still warm.

He immediately turned to face Jiang She, composed himself, and spoke in a solemn voice.

Discipleship:

"Master, please accept my bow!"

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground, held the teacup in both hands, raised it above his head, and offered it to Jiang She.

Jiang She accepted it calmly.

"Um."

"From this day forward, you are my disciple. You should diligently cultivate and practice in order to achieve longevity and immortality."

Om-!

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang She suddenly felt a jolt in his mind. He sensed something and several lines of small words appeared before his eyes.

"Your furnace has been successfully upgraded."

"Current grade: Upper-middle"

After reading it, Jiang She suddenly understood.

This is due to the secret method of the old Taoist priest Liu Tuo.

This secret technique has always been hidden within the cultivation method. Anyone who practices the "Next Month Qi Guiding Scripture" will be affected by the technique. Now that Xu Rong has become Jiang She's disciple, all the conditions are met, so the secret technique is activated, allowing Xu Rong to transform into a mid-to-high-grade cultivation vessel.

Thinking of this, Jiang She felt delighted.

He couldn't wait to pounce on it and test the quality of the furnace.

But Xu Rong suddenly trembled.

The secret technique took effect, causing her primordial yin energy to contract and shrink. Xu Rong felt her body go weak, her legs became unsteady, and her groin felt sore.

The previous fervent emotions and invitations receded like the tide, replaced by a heavy weariness and a vague sense of unease.

"Master...Master..."

"Um?"

"I suddenly feel unwell, and I'm afraid I can't cultivate today..."

"..."

Jiang She frowned.

Before he could speak, Xu Rong hurriedly curtsied and rushed out the door.

She left in such a hurry that she forgot to close the door.

Jiang She raised an eyebrow, but did not stop him.

In the bustling courtyard, I finally had some free time.

Jiang She held his teacup, sat idly for a moment, then suddenly his mind stirred and he summoned the control panel to look at it.

He stared at the "Founder" logo on the panel.

Then he closed his eyes.

It opened its eyes again in the distance.

...

...

far away.

After leaving the Xu family, Fang Zheng did not go to the Black Yamen. Instead, he stepped straight across the threshold, entered the vermilion gate, and walked through three or five courtyards before finally arriving at the council hall of Prince Jing's mansion.

Inside the hall.

A woman in a python robe was already waiting there.

She was extremely tall, with straight and long legs, yet still fleshy, plump in some places and slender in others, with a waist so thin it could be grasped in one hand, but her breasts were heavy, making the two coiled dragons on her chest look like chubby dragons with nipples and lumps.

The woman sat at the head of the table and saw Fang Zheng enter the hall.

The man in black robes knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a salute.

"This humble servant, Fang Zheng, greets Your Highness."

Nangong Muxue nodded slightly.

"Officer Fang, there's no need to be so formal."

"How's the matter I assigned you going?"

"..."

Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, a troubled look on his face. He remained kneeling, his head bowed even lower, and after a long pause, he stammered:

"Your Highness, I have just visited the Xu family and met Jiang She. However, the Imperial Preceptor's edict did not show any intention to kill him. Clearly, he has not yet reached the Qi Refining stage."

"Oh?"

The woman looked suspicious and exclaimed in surprise, "He hasn't even reached the Qi Refining stage, yet he's called an immortal and possesses the wondrous method of summoning gods...? Heh, this person is truly fascinating."

"Would he be willing to come and see me?"

Her eyes, clear as still water, cast an inquiring glance.

Fang Zheng'a dared not delay and quickly reported, "Your Highness, Jiang She has agreed, but he can only come to Prince Jing's residence in three days."

"Three days? That's not a long time."

"Then I will wait for him for three days."

As Nangong Muxue spoke, she turned her gaze back to Fang Zheng'a: "In that case, I will trouble Constable Fang to take back the Imperial Preceptor's edict."

The imperial advisor's handwritten edict is extremely valuable.

Since there's no need to use it, then we can only ask you to go back.

Fang Zheng'a responded while habitually reaching into the soft, blackened fabric inside his left breast to retrieve the crucial scroll of silk.

However....

Wherever my fingertips touched, there was only emptiness.

The imperial edict that should have been kept close to the body was now nowhere to be found!

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P.S.: Sorry for the short post today. I was writing this while getting an IV drip at the hospital, holding my phone with one hand. I'll add another chapter tomorrow.