The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 205 Fate Ends, but Destiny Remains

Cause and effect are infallible, and retribution is inevitable.

These words were typical of Cong Bian. He had been plotting for a hundred years, only wanting to accomplish one thing. For this reason, he had lived a life of hiding in the shadows like a rat in a ditch for a hundred years. In order to prolong his life, he not only stole the lifespan of his descendants, but also cultivated the most evil techniques to preserve his spirit and refine his soul, so that when the fruit ripened, he could pluck it in one fell swoop.

He had kept it well hidden and was already prepared. He even saw the light coming. As long as he was born from that pure yin female body, he would live forever and not be subject to reincarnation. Isn't the purpose of cultivating the Tao to live like an immortal?
Less than two days before the fruit was ripe, this unexpected turn of events occurred.

Who ruined his plans?

Bian felt the stolen fortune recede like a tide, replaced by a backlash. The fortune turned into crimson magma, engulfing him and seeping into his limbs and bones, then flowing into his meridians.

The magma roared and swam like a fire dragon, rupturing meridians wherever it went. When it reached the Lingtai point, it suddenly twisted and rolled, opening its huge mouth to devour the soul.

The fire dragon's roar seemed to come from the sky: "Those who dare to seize the dragon vein's fortune will ultimately be devoured by the earth's essence."

Bian screamed in agony.

The fortune of the dragon vein and the earth marrow is also the fortune of the nation. Anyone who dares to seize it will suffer a backlash, just like awakening a sleeping dragon. And dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is death.

The pain was about to engulf Bian. His clothes had already torn apart, his skin was cracking like the ground, bursting open inch by inch, blood seeping out, his bones making a brittle sound, his body was already unable to bear the burden.

The physical body will have to be abandoned sooner or later, but what terrifies Cong Bian is the soul. His soul is damaged, and once it is completely devoured by the earth marrow, he will have nothing left.

make a prompt decision.

Despite the immense pain, Bian shattered his heart with a backhand strike and emerged from his body.

However, the so-called backlash not only devours the body, but more importantly, it devours the soul.

From the moment Bian's soul left, it had nowhere to land, feeling as if its spirit was being burned by raging flames. With no other choice, it used all its cultivation to envelop and seal its spirit.

Despite his shock and anger, Bian dared not be distracted in the slightest. His cultivation was declining steadily.

While Bian was suffering here, Lang Jiuchuan, who wanted to make him come up empty-handed, was overjoyed.

As she watched the clay statues and stone tablets turn to dust by the backlash of spiritual energy, and the local earth god temple in the formation be shrouded in lightning and purple mist, she sighed and became vigilant. Peeping at the nation's fortune would inevitably lead to backlash. Even if one wanted to achieve great things, one should not covet it, for once one reached out, one would surely suffer the consequences of karma.

Sunset dusk.

The thunder stopped and the clouds dispersed.

The sandstorm had stopped, and the wind and sand gradually calmed down.

Looking around, the earth god temple and the clay statue had long since turned to dust. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, scattering the dust all over the field.

A Piao burped, looked at Lang Jiuchuan, and saw her grinning. She choked and said, "You're still laughing? Do you want to take a look at your face in the mirror? Doesn't your soul hurt?"

He didn't speak, but as soon as he did, she swayed and fell to the ground, feeling weak and limp as noodles, and her soul ached as if being pricked by needles.

Setting up this formation also consumes one's cultivation and spiritual power. She had already suffered greatly for several days, and now she had also expended her mental energy, so she was naturally at a loss.

The ghost sighed, swung over, and took out a Purple Gold Pill, handing it to her: "This will cost you silver."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flickered. He took the pill and swallowed it. He then formed hand seals and regulated his breathing, channeling the medicinal power of the pill into his meridians. After completing a small cycle, he felt his strength returning.

The ghost squatted beside her, staring blankly at the now empty earth god temple, and asked, "Is Cong Bian dead or not?" Lang Jiuchuan took the tortoise shell money, did a quick calculation on the birth date and time, and said, "His fate is sealed."

"Is this the power of the backlash from the dragon vein's earth marrow?" A ghost shuddered.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "The dragon vein is the destiny of a country. This destiny supports the fate of a country, so its power is naturally strong. Those who rob and steal it will suffer a great backlash. Not to mention, they dare to pretend to be false gods and deceive the heavens."

She paused, then said, "Actually, he was also somewhat wary. He only dared to steal a little bit of luck to protect himself, and did not use it to cause chaos and suffering among the people. Otherwise, his soul would have been completely devoured."

As she spoke, she reached out and pressed her hand to the ground, as if sensing the earth dragon's unwilling roar.

The ghost was startled: "His life is over, yet he still retains his soul?"

Looking at the divination results, Lang Jiuchuan said, "When the soul has not yet been devoured and left as ashes, one should try to preserve the soul with cultivation and then seek a physical body to survive. This is similar to a ghost possessing or taking over another's body, meaning that one's fate has not yet run out."

"Even a centipede dies but doesn't fall down, this is never-ending." Ah Piao sneered with a gloomy face.

“For cultivators, once they reach a certain level of cultivation, even if their physical body is destroyed, they can preserve their primordial spirit and still find a way to survive. This is not a rare thing in the Daoist arts.” Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, “However, even if he can preserve his entire soul, he will not be as strong as before. This backlash may not be able to shatter his soul, but it will weaken his power.”

The ghost was still annoyed and said, "That's too easy on him."

"So we must strike while the iron is hot and kill him." Lang Jiuchuan looked at Baifu Xiaoyi and said, "Before he finds a body to possess, I must first capture his soul."

Apiao was surprised and followed her gaze. After hesitating for a few moments, she said, "How is your brain structured? This isn't about seeing one step and taking ten steps, it's about planning a hundred steps ahead."

"Let's go to Huguo Temple right away." Lang Jiuchuan jumped onto his back and patted his shoulder: "I just exhausted my mental energy, so just in case, we need to find some help."

A ghost: "..."

I want to say, I've put up with you for a long time. I'm not your human slave!

"Hurry up, do you want the merit or not? Giving up halfway is no good." Lang Jiuchuan urged him.

Ghost: I'll still put up with her!
They disappeared from the spot.

Before long, an oxcart slowly approached. On the cart was a young couple. The man driving the ox said to his wife behind him, "When we get to the local temple, let's pay our respects to the local earth god and pray for our family's safety and for your safe delivery."

The woman, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat and with a floral headscarf around her head, frowned and said, "Why don't we go home? For some reason, every time I see the Earth God, I feel uneasy and have nightmares at night."

"How could that be? That's the local earth god, everyone worships him like that." The man chuckled and urged the ox to hurry, but when they arrived at the location of the earth god temple they remembered, they were stunned.

What about the local earth god temple?

The man looked around. He was sure he was in the right place. He had even peed in that big elm tree before. But where was the temple?

Another gust of wind blew in, carrying a layer of mud and dust, which covered their heads and faces, causing them to cough.

"What the hell? Where did the local temple go?" the man muttered to himself as the woman urged him to leave.

The woman sat on the oxcart, gazing at the original location of the local earth god temple. She touched her large belly and, for some reason, felt at ease.

If I don't write about the magical battles and just gloss over them, will it seem less fantastical? When I write this brain-taxing stuff, I feel like it's fantastical when I check for typos after I finish writing it. Ugh, I don't like fantasy, but I also don't like simplistic stuff. It's a contradiction!