The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 287 Revenge for wrongs, avenge grievances for injustices

Lang Jiuchuan's soul drifted aimlessly, unable to find peace or direction, feeling like a rootless duckweed with nowhere to rely on.

Upon learning the true cause of Lang Zhengfan's death, a thought occurred to her: the original owner of this body was rejected and forced to live on the estate because her biological father was dead and her mother disowned her. So, if everything started over, if she were born full-term and grew up pampered by her parents, wouldn't life be a completely different way, including her own?

If she were the real Lang Jiuchuan, and if Lang Zhengfan hadn't died, would she have lived a life of luxury and ease like the other noble ladies?
No, Xie Zhenming's attack on Lang Zhengfan stemmed from jealousy and a desire to take his place, and her replacement might be another conspiracy.

The more she thought about it, the less she could condense her soul, making her already weakened soul, which had been exhausted by the soul-searching, even more scattered.

Seeing this, the wooden fish couldn't help but sigh.

The Nine Towers are not omnipotent. If she doesn't cultivate her soul, some of it will likely dissipate, making her path even more difficult.

Lang Jiuchuan's mind was in turmoil, all because of the instability in everything.

From learning the mystery of her past life, in which she was most likely a daughter of the Cui family, to now knowing the truth about her biological father's death, she felt as if she had fallen into a vortex of countless swords and blades. The more she stayed inside, the more she was scraped and stabbed until she bled profusely.

This was the first time Muyu and Jiangche had seen Lang Jiuchuan lose his composure.

But at this moment, she truly comes across as a human being, a person with flesh and blood and emotions, capable of feeling distressed and helpless about the unknown, rather than a cold-blooded monster who only knows how to kill and accumulate merit.

The wooden fish was slowly struck, just like when I was by the master's side, and he struck it again and again, like the gentle sound of Buddhist chants.

As the Buddha said, "Life in this world is like being in a thicket of thorns. If the mind is still, the person will not act rashly, and will not be harmed; but if the mind is agitated, the person will act rashly, injuring their body and causing pain to their bones, and thus experiencing all kinds of suffering in the world..."

Lang Jiuchuan turned around and seemed to see Master Luole floating in mid-air, meditating and reciting Buddhist verses to her while resting his chin on his hand. She floated over, listened carefully, and frowned.

"You find Buddhist verses tedious, don't you?" Master Luo chuckled and said, "What I'm saying is, what are you thinking about? Cultivating yourself and your mind to achieve self-realization is what you should be doing. When you are strong enough, you can kill gods and Buddhas alike, and you will naturally be able to settle all instability. What is there to fear if you have no roots or support? Why not choose a place to take root, overcome obstacles, brave the wind and waves, and grow into a towering tree? At that time, people will seek shade and protection under your tree. Those who are blinded by a leaf are fools; don't let a leaf block your eyes!"

Lang Jiuchuan was startled, and her mind instantly cleared. Choosing a place to settle down—wasn't that exactly her current situation?

I will settle here, live on, and avenge any wrongs I have!
Listening to the rhythmic tapping of the wooden fish, Lang Jiuchuan's soul gradually gathered, eventually settling into the Soul Nourishing Array, where he discarded distracting thoughts and entered a state of enlightenment by forming hand seals.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye after this enlightenment. On the first day of the second month, someone from the Xuan Clan's Gong family arrived. It was still Gong Qi, but this time he had a little follower, Gong Shiliu.

The two stood at the entrance of the Wanshi Shop, marveling at the horizontal plaque and couplets.

"Seventh Brother, are there array patterns engraved on that plaque? It looks quite extraordinary to me," Gong Shiliu asked in a low voice.

Gong Qi said, "Your eyesight has improved; no wonder the young master praised you."

Gong Shiliu was somewhat disheartened: "But the young master won't let me go to that Special Events Monitoring Division either."

"You think this is some kind of good place? It's just a place where the Xuan Clan and the Royal Clan check and balance each other, like the clear separation between river water and well water. Neither side bothers the other. To enter this department, you either have to be a troublemaker, or a capable one, or you have to be cunning. Otherwise, you might suffer. Don't underestimate the officials. They're all born with hundreds of schemes in their minds. Once they start plotting against you, do you think you can outmaneuver them?"

Gong Shiliu looked at him with shining eyes: "Seventh Brother is the number one troublemaker in my mind. I want to follow your example and join this department in the future." Gong Qi's lips twitched, and he politely declined the title.

"Gong Qi, what brings you here?" A man in his early thirties walked out from inside.

Gong Qi looked at him and felt that the man looked somewhat familiar. She asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Fu Qi. You can call me Manager Fu from now on." Fu Qi cupped his hands in greeting and stretched out his sleeves, looking rather awkward.

Seeing that Lang Jiuchuan hadn't left the house for several days, and that Fu Qi was having difficulty moving around without a body, the ghost took a paper copy of itself, slightly modified it, and gave it to him to use temporarily.

Fu Qi cultivates the path of ghosts, which is about killing. Even though he uses a paper body, he still cannot hide his murderous aura. Gong Shiliu consciously restrained his playful smile.

Gong Qi was very surprised: "Your body..."

"These are just paper figures I used for shelter; please excuse my poor attempt to make a fool of myself," Fu Qi explained.

Gong Qi blinked and couldn't help but examine his body again, thinking that this was too flawless. If he didn't know who Fu Qi was, he would have thought this was the real person, just like the silly boy next to him.

Fu Qi led them inside, and just then, Lang Jiuchuan emerged from his meditation. Overjoyed, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Gong Qi paused, looking at Lang Jiuchuan with a strange expression.

"It's only been a few days, but she seems to have become even stronger. Her aloof and cold demeanor makes her even more unapproachable and unapproachable. It's really strange." Gong Shiliu stared at Lang Jiuchuan and whispered in Gong Qi's ear.

Lang Jiuchuan, who walked slowly towards them, seemed to have taken some kind of miraculous medicine that cleansed his bones and marrow. He appeared as if he were strolling out from the distant mountain clouds and mist, mysterious and powerful, cold and aloof, inspiring awe in those who looked upon him.

Gong Qi frowned, stepped forward, and looked her over: "What happened to you?"

Such a big change in such a short time must have happened.

Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "It's nothing. I just happened to find out that I have a few mortal enemies waiting for me to kill them."

Upon hearing this, Gong Qi and Gong Shiliu both shuddered. For some reason, they felt immense sympathy for the enemies she mentioned, as if they had grown boogers in their noses.

Why did they provoke her?

Lang Jiuchuan looked behind the two and asked, "I sent a message to your clan, why did you come instead? Where are the people from the Enforcement Hall? Did you enter the Enforcement Hall specifically to arrest someone?"

"They just encountered an old Taoist priest fighting a ghost but were struggling, so they went to help. Let's come over first." As soon as Gong Qi finished speaking, there was movement on the roof. Two cultivators dressed in identical Taoist robes landed in the courtyard, one of whom had a chain around a dying female ghost.

Lang Jiuchuan's gaze swept over, and when it landed on the red dress on the female ghost, his expression changed slightly, and he rushed over: "Let her go!"