From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Missed.

How could it have disappeared?!

Fang Zheng touched his chest, his expression frozen.

Nangong Muxue noticed his unusual behavior and frowned: "Officer Fang, what happened?"

Why are you behaving like this?

Faced with Prince Jing's question, the man in black robes froze for a moment, his lips trembling slightly, unsure how to answer.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, Fang Zheng suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness, I am guilty."

Fang Zheng'a's face was ashen, cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He pressed his head to the ground, not daring to lift it, his voice broken and intermittent:

"That scroll of the Imperial Preceptor's edict...it's gone!"

"Such an important item, which was under my personal guard... has vanished without a trace. I deserve to die. I beg Your Highness to punish me."

After these words were spoken, the hall fell silent.

Fang Zheng's face was deathly pale; he didn't look good at all.

He held his breath, his body stiff, awaiting the arrival of thunderous wrath and severe punishment.

However, the expected angry rebuke did not occur.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Muxue merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in her clear, watery eyes, seemingly unsurprised: "I see, I had no idea what was going on."

"Officer Fang, there's no need to be so worried. The Imperial Preceptor's edict is imbued with spirit; it has most likely already returned to the Imperial Preceptor's residence."

Nangong Muxue's words were not unfounded.

Several years ago, the Black Yamen was also ordered to use this edict to test a rising star among the extraordinary people. However, the extraordinary person was all talk and no action. Not only had he not reached the Qi Refining stage, but he was also a swindler and a fraud.

Upon seeing the man, the imperial edict lost all interest and disappeared on its own. It was only later discovered that the man had returned to the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Seeing that he wasn't to blame, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then opened his mouth again and stammered:

"I see. I was simply ignorant."

"Thank you for your explanation, Your Highness..."

"This is nothing." Nangong Muxue smiled, turned her jade-like neck slightly, and looked at the man in black robes again. "Let's leave this matter for now. You may leave now."

"yes!"

Fang Zheng Aru was granted a pardon and kowtowed deeply once more: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy. This humble servant will now take his leave."

After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, maintaining his bowed posture, and retreated step by step.

"Old Ghost".

The woman called out softly.

The next instant, a dark figure suddenly appeared, standing right next to the woman, as if it had crawled out of her shadow.

"Your Highness."

The old man bowed slightly, his voice hoarse and dry, like sandpaper being polished, sounding somewhat harsh to the ear.

The woman glanced at her sideways.

"Old Ghost, you've heard everything Fang Zheng just said. What do you think of this matter?"

"Your Highness, the Imperial Preceptor's edict is specifically for killing Qi Refining Immortals. Its defeat this time is enough to show that Jiang She's cultivation has not yet reached the Qi Refining stage, so he is not worth fearing."

There can only be one Qi Refining Immortal in a dynasty. Jiang She's cultivation level was not yet at the Qi Refining stage, which reassured the royal family.

"But... that guy's methods of summoning gods are a bit too mystical, perhaps he is hiding a lot of secrets."

The old man added another sentence.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Muxue nodded slightly.

She glanced at the gaunt, hunched figure before her and said solemnly, "I do indeed share this view. Jiang She's methods are unpredictable, and for our Great Qian, it would be best if he were a friend rather than an enemy."

As she spoke, Jiang She lowered his head slightly.

"Today you have met the First Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty—Nangong Muxue. You can spend 10,000 coins to control this noblewoman."

Jiang She looked at the small characters that appeared before him, his expression shifting slightly, and he hesitated.

He did not dare to buy the one-word king.

This was because behind the Great Qian royal family was the Grand Preceptor, a Qi Refining Immortal. Jiang She had always been thoughtful and cautious in his actions. Before he understood the gap between himself and that Qi Refining Immortal, he dared not lay a hand on the royal family.

"We still don't know the background of that Grand Preceptor, so we must be careful in everything we do," Jiang She thought to himself.

He pondered for a while and felt that now that everything was ready, it was time to find an excuse to pass on the improved "Next Month Qi Guiding Scripture" to Xu Qingyue.

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the capital...

Inside the teahouse, the storyteller was speaking with great enthusiasm, recounting how Zhao Zilong charged in and out of Cao Cao's camp seven times, killing several of Cao Cao's generals with his spear.

He spoke vividly and engagingly.

All the tea drinkers applauded and cheered.

At the climax of the story, the storyteller raised his gavel as if to strike, but suddenly his eyes froze, and he stood there stunned.

He stood there like a clay or wooden sculpture, staring blankly at the official road outside the shed.

The tea drinkers were listening intently when the storyteller suddenly stopped, and they were all puzzled. They turned around and followed his gaze.

Along the official road, willows swayed gently, and three graceful figures had somehow appeared, standing in the shade of the trees, enjoying the cool air.

The woman at the front was dressed in a deep purple double-breasted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the hem of which trailed on the ground. Her hair was styled in a high bun, with a phoenix hairpin holding a pearl inserted diagonally.

Her face was alluring, with slightly upturned eyes, a voluptuous and mature figure, her chest bulging and straining against the thin fabric, while her waist was extremely slender and her hips round like a full moon.

A woman in green stood a step behind him.

The woman wore a simple blue dress, yet it was extremely fitted, perfectly outlining her exquisite curves.

Her legs were long and straight, barely visible beneath the thin fabric, her skin as white as snow, and her thighs incredibly fleshy.

On the far right was a young girl dressed in a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the youngest of them all, and she was charming and lovely.

Although her figure had not fully developed, it was already taking shape. Her breasts were full and round, her waist was slender and could be grasped in one hand, and a section of her fair and jade-like calves was exposed under her skirt. She wore embroidered shoes and stood there gracefully.

The three women each possessed a unique charm.

Some have huge breasts, some are petite and cute, and some have long legs that could crush a strong man.

Standing side by side, they resemble three twin lotus blossoms.

Before long, the three women walked out of the shade of the trees, and as they passed the tea stall, they brought with them a fragrant breeze.

"hiss......"

The tea drinkers greedily inhaled the aroma.

"Gurgle..."

Someone swallowed hard, their Adam's apple bobbing, their gaze fixed on the woman in the purple dress's heavy bosom and round buttocks: "This...this figure...it's fucking deadly!"

"Look at those legs! So white! Those legs of the woman in green could probably crush someone to death!"

Someone let out a low moan, his gaze lingering under the woman's skirt.

The crowd was parched, their mouths dry, and they chattered amongst themselves, their eyes darting around the three women with unrestrained lewdness.

Despite the gazes following them and the vulgar and explicit insults, the three women seemed oblivious, their eyes fixed on the capital city from beginning to end.

"That must be the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"I haven't been here for many years."

The woman in the purple dress parted her red lips slightly, her eyes sparkling, her voice sweet and alluring, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy from the passage of time.

"When I last came here, this place was still the site of the Tang Dynasty, and now the palaces and pavilions remain as they were."

The woman in green did not respond to his words.

The girl in the pale yellow dress blinked her bright, lively eyes, her face showing excitement and curiosity, and said in a sweet voice:

"My two elder sisters, this is my first time in the capital! You two are very knowledgeable, so please give me some guidance along the way, lest I make a mistake and embarrass our master."

The woman in the purple dress smiled alluringly:

"Junior sister, there's no need to worry."

"We have come here on the orders of our master to take in one of his children who was idle many years ago. Considering the years have passed, that woman... should have developed some magical power by now."

"whee."

The girl in the pale yellow dress smiled: "The cultivation technique bestowed upon her by her master, what was it called again...?"

"Ah! I remember now!"

"That cultivation method is called the 'Qi-Inducing Scripture of Last Month'!"