The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 332 Qi Enters the Meridians, You've Been Poisoned

Ou Sixing was acting strangely. There were no evil spirits following him, nor much yin energy, but when he entered the Wanshi Shop, the wind horn rang, which meant that something was wrong with him.

The wind-predicting bell in front of her door was specially carved with runes by her. If any evil spirit enters the door or even passes by, the wind-predicting bell will ring without wind.

So after Wan Shi Pu opened, with Fu Qi in charge, some wandering ghosts in the city, knowing this, would avoid Piao. Word spread quickly, and many ghosts and spirits would automatically bypass Wan Shi Pu.

However, Ou Sixing was not followed by any ghosts, and the faint yin energy on his body was negligible and would not harm anyone. Yet the bell rang, which meant that there was something sinister on him.

There wasn't much yin energy, but there were yin objects. What were they? Could they be the yin spirits transformed from the karmic debts of Ou Sixing?
Seeing that Ou Sixing was uncomfortable and that she was trying to suppress her disgust, she became curious and decided to take his pulse to see if there was anything strange about it.
This was very offensive, but she couldn't control herself. Firstly, because of the strangeness she had found when calculating his birth chart, and now that she had met him, it was even stranger. Naturally, she wanted to figure it out. This was also her spirit of inquiry; she was eager to learn!
Ou Sixing's expression was not good. He knew that the girl in front of him was weak and he should not treat her with a dark face, but his mind seemed to be out of control and he felt a great sense of disgust.

When the other person offered to take his pulse, he not only felt offended but also very annoyed, so he said, "I am a doctor myself."

"A doctor cannot heal himself. Don't you know the meaning of this saying?" Lang Jiuchuan replied, "Or do you think you have some hidden ailment that you dare not show to others?"

"Absolutely not!" Ou Sixing could no longer maintain her gentle demeanor and shouted angrily, "How can you, a young lady, be so ignorant and make baseless accusations against others? Is this how your parents raised you?"

"Sixing!" Dean Ou had already recovered, but upon hearing this, he was so shocked that his beard trembled.

Is this still his grandson who was always polite and gentle to women and never overstepped his bounds?
How could he speak such awful words to a little girl? Is he possessed by a ghost?
Thinking of what Lang Jiuchuan said about his deep affection for someone, could it be that deep that he would be indifferent to all women and willing to ruin his public image?
If that person asks him to do something, wouldn't he be like a puppet?
If he truly becomes a puppet, he will be willing to do anything for him, even committing the heinous crime of treason, and the Ou family will naturally become his collateral damage.

The more Ou Yuanzheng thought about it, the colder he felt. His temples throbbed, and the anger he had just suppressed surged up again. His old face turned red with anger, and his eyes rolled back, showing signs that he was about to die.

Lang Jiuchuan walked over and tapped his forehead with his hand: "Don't be angry, old man. If something happens in my shop, I won't be able to explain myself no matter how many mouths I have."

As Ou Yuanzheng felt a gentle, cool breeze enter his head, clearing his mind. He took a deep breath and said, "It's really fortunate that you were here today, otherwise I would have really lost my life."

“If you hadn’t heard those things from me, you wouldn’t have been so furious,” Lang Jiuchuan shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Ou Sixing frowned, walked over, and asked, "What did you say that angered my grandfather so much?"

Ou Yuanzheng's face darkened: "You wretched child, shut up!"

Ou Sixing stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What had he just heard? A wicked creature?

His grandfather scolded him as a wicked child?
“You’d better tell me everything you’ve done and what you’ve kept from me when you get back,” Dean Ou said, glaring at him intently.

Ou Sixing's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little flustered.

Ou Yuanzheng said coldly, "If you still consider me your grandfather, then give your hand to the young Daoist so she can take your pulse."

Ou Sixing disliked being touched, especially by women, but his grandfather had spoken so seriously that if he didn't listen, wouldn't he be disobedient and unfilial?

Lang Jiuchuan's first aid was effective. He dared not think about what would happen if his grandfather had really suffered a stroke.

Ou Sixing could only sit on the chair by the table and stretch out his hand. Lang Jiuchuan didn't even sit down, but directly extended two fingers and placed them on his wrist with his fingertips. The cool and soft touch on his wrist didn't give Ou Sixing any romantic feeling. Instead, it gave him goosebumps all over his body. It felt like a wet, cold, venomous snake was attached to his wrist, making him feel disgusted and repulsed.

As he thought this, a venomous snake seemed to materialize in his mind, coiling around his entire head and making it impossible for him to breathe.

But when he saw Lang Jiuchuan's pale and delicate face, he said to himself, "That's not how it is. She's just a child about the same age as my sister. She's not the kind of woman who's infatuated with men!"

As this thought arose, Ou Sixing's breathing became heavy, and it felt as if something was tearing at his heart, causing him pain and discomfort.

Lang Jiuchuan took in his expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. The pain didn't seem fake; he genuinely loathed touching himself.

His pulse didn't seem to have any major problems, but seeing how pale Ou Sixing's face was from suppressing his emotions, and considering the possible presence of yin energy on his body, she thought to herself and guided a stream of energy through her fingertips.

That was a burst of powerful energy.

The qi entered his skin from his wrist and then traveled along his meridians to his limbs and bones. Ou Sixing became increasingly uneasy, and his once gentle and handsome face became somewhat ferocious.

Like a thousand insects burrowing into your heart.

This is how he feels now.

Ou Sixing subconsciously chanted a verse: "Heaven and earth are vast and boundless, the void is dark and empty... Gu dispels doubts, transforms words into names, and a single word can transform the divine..."

Upon hearing this, Lang Jiuchuan abruptly withdrew his two fingers and said to Fu Qi beside him, "Take off his shirt."

Without saying a word, Fu Qi stepped forward and made his move.

Ou Sixing's mind was gradually calming down as he chanted the incantation, but this sudden action by Fu Qi abruptly interrupted him, and he was startled: "What are you going to do?"

What's going on with this shop? Is it a rip-off?
How rude!
Fu Qi's murderous aura intensified: "Shut up, don't move!"

He had been diligently cultivating these past few days, and his murderous aura had become more controlled and purer. Now, without any concealment, he had forced Ou Sixing to sit stiffly in his chair, his face pale.

The Imperial Physician and his old servant were standing nearby and were also affected, but they didn't utter a sound.

Ou Sixing's clothes were ripped off, revealing his muscular upper body. Lang Jiuchuan leaned over to look, his eyes turning red with anger. Shameless!
Lang Jiuchuan, however, showed no romantic expression. She simply looked at his heart and guided his qi with her hand, her fingers connected to his heart, the qi penetrating straight to his heart.

She stopped when she saw the restless little bumps on it, straightened up, stared at Ou Sixing, and said coldly, "So you've been bewitched!"

　Hey Sherlock Holmes fans, let's get this party started! Hehehe!!!

　　(End of this chapter)