The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 264 Backlash of Evil Power
After the ghost dealt with Sheng Huai'an, Lang Jiuchuan turned her attention back to the exquisite pagoda. Looking at the faint spiritual energy emanating from the white pagoda, she sighed.

The reason why Sheng Huai'an changed so much in just one hour was because he lost the Linglong Pagoda. Without it, his scholarly aura began to dissipate, becoming filthy and mixed, turning into bad luck. That's why he looked repulsive and people didn't like him.

As the filth and bad luck accumulate, he will become increasingly unlucky. In particular, since he has been protected by the auspicious energy of the Linglong Pagoda all these years, if he suddenly loses it, the backlash from the evil force will come quickly and suddenly.

Being burned by the fiery energy of the Linglong Pagoda was just the beginning.

Pitiful?
No, it's just too good for him. I hope he doesn't die so soon, otherwise how can I face this unknown Wenquxing (a legendary scholar)?

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the exquisite pagoda, his fingertips brushing against it, and suddenly he felt something.

She climbed over the Linglong Pagoda, only to find a trace of a soul imprint at the bottom, unlike the mark of the remnant soul. Her eyes turned cold.

So that's how it is. Sheng Huai'an has made this exquisite pagoda his natal magic weapon, absorbing its spiritual energy and using its auspicious golden energy to nourish himself, sharing his life soul with the skeleton.

The living absorb countless auspicious energies, and are regarded as great sages by countless scholars and students. With the power of their wishes, Sheng Huai'an's destiny will become stronger and his fortune will be more prosperous. This will suppress the main spirit of the Linglong Pagoda. Over time, wouldn't the main spirit become weak?

Just like Fu Qi and the Fu family army, they continuously contribute their spiritual energy but receive no return, which will inevitably lead to their depletion.

No wonder he was left with only a weak, remnant soul.

Listening to Lang Jiuchuan's explanation, A Piao frowned and asked, "Then how did he escape from this white pagoda?"

“Everything has its opportunity. The one I found in that book was attached to that top scholar's examination paper. If that paper was written by him, it was his obsession. When the obsession of the soul is too strong, it will turn into resentment once one is unwilling to accept it.” Lang Jiuchuan recalled the policy essay written on that top scholar's examination paper and said with some regret, “That policy essay was about the country, it was about the local area, it was about the people. To write such a policy, one must have a deep understanding of the world and a heart for the people. It would have benefited the people. What a pity.”

Lang Jiuchuan looked down at the chains inside the tower repeatedly, his gaze falling on a corner of the black iron cage. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Oh, so the runes on this cage are broken. It's just fate."

The ghost approached and saw a corner of the cage, which was originally decorated with talismans, but it had been worn down to the size of a fingernail by something and broken off.

That would be fatal.

For a rune to be truly effective, it must be complete. Now that it's broken, the rune is useless.

"It's true what they say, those who do many evil deeds will surely perish." The ghost sneered.

Lang Jiuchuan simply summoned the Jade Bone Talisman Brush, destroyed the talismans on the cage, and then transformed the brush into a blade of energy, shattering the chains binding the tower. He touched the white tower with the talisman brush, and a wisp of spiritual light flowed into it: "You are free."

To set things right and reverse the tide.

The exquisite pagoda suddenly radiated spiritual energy, leaving the ghost and Fuqi in awe.

but……

"Aren't you going to erase that soul imprint of the man surnamed Sheng? It's just an eyesore to keep it around."

Lang Jiuchuan lightly tapped the white pagoda, his face pale, and said calmly, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. We must let them get their revenge."

Now that the master of the Linglong Tower is free from his constraints, he harbors resentment and will seek revenge. Whatever Sheng Huai'an took from him in the past, he should return.

This is the backlash of karmic forces.

If we erase him, it'll be better for him to die. Wouldn't that just let him get away with it?

The exquisite pagoda flickered briefly before returning to silence. But everyone knew that the pagoda had changed; the suppressed side was about to rise up.

at the same time.

For the sake of his right hand, Sheng Huai'an didn't dare to delay and went to Qianjintang, which was not far from Tongtiange, to get treatment for his hand.

However, when the blood-stained handkerchief was opened, the deep wounds revealed the bone-deep hand, the skin and flesh charred and black, with more charred flesh falling off.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

"How could this happen?" The doctor's voice trembled as he looked at Sheng Huai'an with a mixture of fear and strangeness in his eyes.

Even if it was burned, only the wrist and palm of this person's hand were charred. Was the burning so precise, as if it had been measured?
Upon seeing this, Sheng Huai'an nearly fainted. He swayed precariously, biting his tongue hard. The pain forced him to stay awake, and he said in a trembling voice, "My hand, heal it quickly."

"Sir, this...this is incurable." The doctor swallowed hard and said, "Your hand is burned like this, it's practically charcoal..."

"Insolence!" Sheng Huai'an shouted sharply, but his energy was depleted, making him seem like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, posing little threat.

With a heart dedicated to helping others, the doctor steeled himself and said, "Sir, your hand is burned too badly. The skin and flesh have already necrotized, and even the bones are turning black. Simply applying burn ointment is not enough."

He endured Sheng Huai'an's murderous gaze and said, "If you just leave it on like this, the necrotic flesh and bones will fester and rot, and not only will you lose your hand, but your life will also be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Huai'an felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed backward.

The servant quickly helped him up and said sternly, "Quickly give my master the medicine. If anything happens, you won't live."

"Young man, I want to live too! I've already said that medicine isn't enough to cure you. I'll have to amputate. If this drags on, your life will be in danger."

Sheng Huai'an coughed up blood, lost all feeling in his hands, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He said in a hoarse voice, "Bandage him up first, then go back to the manor and fetch the imperial physician."

The servant looked at his master's hair, which was turning white inch by inch, with horror, as if he had been choked. How could this be?

This unexpected turn of events caused those present to change their expressions, their faces growing increasingly terrified.

Could he be possessed by an evil spirit?
Otherwise, if this person injured his hand, how could his hair slowly turn white in front of the naked eye? Even if someone's hair turned white overnight, it wouldn't be like this, turning white in front of everyone's eyes, and so would his face.

Is this still the wise and virtuous Mr. Liu Feng, who brings a gentle and refreshing feeling to people?

Sheng Huai'an's consciousness began to become chaotic, his vital energy was slowly draining away, and although he had no feeling in his hands, he could clearly feel them slowly rotting, extending upwards, reaching all the way to his heart.

Noticing the horrified looks in everyone's eyes, he swallowed hard, stiffly turned his head, and saw the reflection in the window, where an elderly man with gray hair was struggling to survive.

Hehe.

Sheng Huai'an made a hoarse sound, his eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

As his consciousness drifted away, he suddenly remembered that Fang Youdao had warned him that once the Linglong Pagoda lost its power, it would suffer a backlash of evil forces. "Have you thought this through?"

The karmic backlash is inevitable; retribution will surely come!
Sheng Huai'an collapsed softly to the ground.

I thought I was capable, but actually I'm not. I wrote six thousand words and my shoulder blades were still pulling and aching when I slept. How much I can earn is really fate; staying alive is the priority. A weary laugh...