The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 292 Falling into Demonic Obsession, Seeking Death
Sheng Huai'an knew his good days were over and he was prepared for the backlash of evil forces, but he did not expect the backlash to be so severe, hurting not only him, but also everything he had gained, including his descendants.

In a short period of time, his descendants were either dead or seriously injured, and even his most beloved grandson could not escape the calamity. He knew that if he did not come soon, the Sheng family would be completely wiped out.

What you got, you should return!
Sheng Huai'an had this strong intuition, so even though he was already unable to walk, he still had his servants bring him here. Even if it cost him everything, he was determined to take back the Linglong Tower.

He's willing to pay any price to get it back.

Sheng Huai'an even enlisted the help of several of his students who had studied under him. They also invited some other people, intending to use these loyal students to force the ghost to return the items.

It has to be said that he was so badly affected by the backlash of evil energy that even his brain was damaged. His IQ plummeted, and he made a series of foolish moves. If he really wanted something, he should have been humble and modest, but he insisted on being high-profile. He really thought Tongtian Pavilion was just an ordinary merchant.

Don't they realize that Tongtian Pavilion doesn't care about the students' protests and opinions?

Sheng Huai'an couldn't care less about anything else. He desperately wanted to take back the Linglong Pagoda, believing that everything would be alright once it was back in his possession.

Sheng Huai'an has fallen into a state of madness and delusion.

When A Piao and the others saw Sheng Huai'an being carried out of the carriage, they were all shocked. Was that still the refined scholar? If it weren't for his elegant and luxurious clothes, they would have thought he was that brothel digger who scooped gold from the latrine.

His hair was sparse and gray, and he couldn't even tie it into a bun. His face was full of wrinkles, like that of an old man over seventy. His whole face was pale and colorless, his lips were also white, and he had lost two or three teeth.

His right hand, however, was missing a section, with half of his sleeve hanging empty, presumably amputated to save his life.

But whether it was because the wound hadn't healed or something else, a putrid stench emanated from inside the sleeve, which could be smelled from a great distance.

And his whole body was withered and thin, so thin that he could not even stand up and had to be carried by two servants.

A ghost exclaimed in surprise, "His backlash is quite severe!"

Looking at the various ominous, malevolent, and yin energies emanating from Sheng Huai'an, Lang Jiuchuan said coldly, "Having stolen the fortune of the people, how can it be so easily repaid?"

"What do you mean?"

Lang Jiuchuan said, "If he hadn't harmed Mr. Ning, who was the reincarnation of the Wenqu Star, with Mr. Ning's talent, he would surely have accomplished great things and benefited all people. But he cut off this fortune, so of course he has to pay for this karmic debt."

A Piao gasped and looked at Ning Long beside her with a hint of awe.

Sheng Huai'an is currently only a third-rank Imperial Censor. If he were to become a Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship), how high would he rise in his official career?

So Sheng Huai'an committed a terrible sin!
"Even so, he's quite resilient. He didn't die from such a backlash. Truly, a scourge lives on." The ghost glanced at Sheng Huai'an, who was coming towards him, and clicked his tongue, his face full of disgust and regret.

Lang Jiuchuan continued, "The Linglong Pagoda is imbued with his essence and blood, sharing the life force and destiny with Mr. Ning. As long as Mr. Ning's soul and spirit remain, he can still breathe, but it will only be a feeble existence. His backlash will not only affect himself but also his family. He's already on his deathbed, just short of closing his eyes, yet he has to watch his family perish. Such torment is worse than death." For someone who clings to power and wealth, nothing is more painful than watching helplessly as what they possess gradually slips away before their eyes, until everything is left empty.

Sheng Huai'an is currently in a state of extreme pain. He wants to die but doesn't dare to, and he is also thinking about turning the tide and returning to his former glory.

But, is it possible?
Lang Jiuchuan curled her lips in a mocking smile. She said that if she had stolen the fortune of the people, the backlash from that evil force would be far more severe than simply losing hands, feet, or going blind.

At that time, the street in front of Tongtian Pavilion was crowded with people. Many of them dressed in scholar's robes surrounded Sheng Huai'an as he walked forward. They were shocked to see the once gentle and refined scholar turn into such a ghost. However, considering the recent events in the Sheng family, it seemed that they had offended some unlucky god, so they dared not say anything.

Sheng Huai'an is unable to attend court in this state. He had already requested leave when his right hand was burned to ashes, and now he can't take the leave indefinitely. Otherwise, wouldn't it be terrifying enough to frighten the emperor with this appearance?
Even though he took leave, he was still an official, while those students were just commoners, so how could they dare to make wild guesses?
Sheng Huai'an was carried to the door. He stretched out his hand and said, "Help me down."

Two servants helped him down from the recliner. Before he could even stand properly, Sheng Huai'an knelt down in front of A Piao with a thud, causing a stir among the crowd.

"Mr. Liu Feng!"

The students were shocked. A man's knees are worth gold, especially for scholars. They should have a strong sense of integrity and pride, and kneel to heaven, earth, parents, teachers, and saints. But to kneel to a mere merchant, let alone a shopkeeper?
What a shame!
The students glared at Ah Piao, rolled up their sleeves, and rubbed their hands together, their eyes blazing with anger, accusing and questioning him as if to say, "Who the hell do you think you are, that you dare to make the great Confucian scholar Liu Feng kneel before a mere shopkeeper like yourself?"

You deserve it too!
Ah Piao glared, her face darkened, and she let out a cold laugh.

Alright, here we go again with this moral blackmail, trying to put him on a pedestal and use the mouths of these stupid students to attack him so he'll suffer a big fall.
dream!

Ah Piao wasn't afraid at all. His master was watching from the back room, so what was there to be afraid of? Even without his master, the real person behind the top scholar's exam paper was standing right next to him, so he wasn't afraid at all. The one who should be afraid was Sheng Huai'an.

You're courting death, choosing the path to hell instead of the path to heaven. You're just offering yourself up for a knife to be ripped off.

I wonder if you'll still have any face left after this layer of human skin is peeled off?

Ah Piao chuckled and said, "Why is Mr. Liu Feng kneeling like this?"

Sheng Huai'an tilted his head back, his bloodshot eyes cloudy yet carrying a mad, dark light, and said, "I beg you, shopkeeper, return my Linglong Pagoda. It is my family heirloom. I, Sheng Huai'an, am willing to give up my vast wealth to exchange for it, resign from my official post, retire, and take my family back to my hometown to farm and make a living."

As he spoke, he began to kowtow repeatedly, and soon his body was covered in blood and gore.

His words shocked everyone. He was willing to give up his family fortune and resign from his official post to retire in order to inherit the family treasure.
A mere merchant has driven a great scholar to such a state!
The students were in a frenzy and rushed forward, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse.

A Piao raised her hand, touched the hairpin on her head, blew on her hand, looked at Sheng Huai'an, and sneered: "The so-called Linglong Pagoda, could it be that Mr. Liu Feng killed people, took their bones, imprisoned their souls, and made it into that accessory that he hangs on his waist all day long? You should beg Mr. Ninglong instead of me, and see if he will agree."

Sheng Huai'an's eyes narrowed, and his body trembled slightly. Ning Long?
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