The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 345 It’s rude to come and not return.

The Lang family members surrounded Cui's Zen temple, their faces full of anger as they looked at the young man opposite them. They were both anxious about Cui's unconscious state inside and wary of this arrogant Taoist priest from the Xuan clan's Rong family.

Lang Zhengping said with a gloomy face, "The Special Surveillance Bureau has been established to monitor people from the Xuanmen sect who use magic to harm ordinary people. How dare you defy the rules? Does the Rong family of the Xuan clan not respect the Surveillance Bureau, or are they provoking the imperial authority!"

Lu Youan said coldly, "What do you mean by 'defying the wind'? I don't understand what you're saying at all. Without any evidence, I advise you not to talk nonsense, lest you go to the hell of having your tongue pulled out in the future!"

"You!" Lang Zhengping sneered, "Whether you understand or not, you know perfectly well. Heaven is watching what people do!"

"You old man, you're right about that. Heaven is watching what people do. Heaven knows what your little slut has done! Look, she's getting her comeuppance, it's just falling on her mother." Lu Youan's eyes were sinister as he swept his gaze meaningfully over the Lang family members, saying, "You'd better watch out, don't suffer retribution because of that little slut. You might be next. A jinx is someone who brings misfortune to whoever gets close to her."

The Lang family members' expressions changed several times. Before they could speak, a purple figure appeared before their eyes.

"Who are you calling a little bitch?" The icy voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down one's spine.

Before Lu Youan could even get a clear look at the person, she blurted out without thinking, "I'm talking about you..."

His eyes sharpened, and he stared intently, only to see an invisible force slapping towards him. His pupils contracted, and he tried to dodge, but he couldn't.

Snapped.

He clearly didn't make a move, but his face was still slapped hard by a palm strike, flipped in mid-air, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The Lang family members and onlookers: "!"

The attack was very powerful. They all looked at Lang Jiuchuan, who stood with her hands behind her back, and swallowed hard. Had she made a move?
They must have left, but they didn't see anything.

The Lang family members were terrified and dared not utter a sound, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at her.

Only Lang Zhengping breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

"Junior Brother Lu." The fellow Daoist who was dressed as a Daoist with Lu Youan was shocked and quickly went to help Lu Youan. As he helped him up, his eyes changed several times.

Junior Brother Lu's face was distorted, swollen like half a pig's head, with blood seeping out. He turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood, with two teeth mixed in with it.

Ma Cheng looked at Lang Jiuchuan in shock; he hadn't even seen how she made her move.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced coldly at Lu Youan. Looking at his features, he realized that this was Fang Shi's son, the so-called fourth son of the Lu family, the one who was sent to the Rong family to learn Taoism. Now he was here to support his mother.

"Ninth Sister, go and see your mother quickly," Lang Zhengping reminded her.

Lang Jiuchuan turned and walked towards the meditation room. Lu Youan shouted sharply, "You are Lang Jiuchuan, stop right there!"

"Uncle, have my elder brother return to the city and report the case to the Censorate. Report it to Shen Qinghe and say that someone is openly harming people using Xuanmen Taoist arts. Ask them to come and file a case." Lang Jiuchuan walked into the meditation room without turning his head and instructed, "Gong Qi is at the Censorate. Ask him to come and judge the case personally."

Lu Youan and Ma Cheng's expressions changed, but then, as if remembering something, they raised their chins again. What were they afraid of? His biological father was a monk at Huguo Temple, not that good-for-nothing Lu Changxue.

Besides, it was Lang Jiuchuan who struck first; he was just retaliating in kind!

However, does Lang Jiu know Gong Qi?

That's a troublemaker. He even went to the Censorate. The Gong family just rejected their young master's marriage proposal. The two families are mortal enemies, so they might be biased.

Lu Youan subconsciously reached for the talisman at his waist; it was a long-distance communication talisman given to him by his master, which could be used to summon him if needed. No rush, he hadn't needed his master yet. He quietly said to Ma Cheng, "Go quickly and invite Master Xuanming."

Ma Cheng was dissatisfied with his attitude and tone, but since the other party was Elder Wanfang's closed-door disciple, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only get up and leave.

Lang Jiuchuan wasn't afraid of anyone coming. She quickly entered the meditation room and immediately felt a cold and sinister aura. Her face darkened.

Inside the room, the servants who had been attending to Cui were all there, along with Lang Caiyao and Lang Cailing. Everyone looked rather pale because of the malevolent energy. In one corner of the room, Master Xuanguang, who had just helped with the ritual, sat chanting the Vajra Mantra.

When Lang Jiuchuan saw Cui lying on the bed, he noticed that her face was pale, her body was shrouded in yin energy, and there was a string of prayer beads pressed against her chest, which should be the prayer beads that the monk carried with him.

Upon seeing Lang Jiuchuan, Granny Cheng stepped forward with reddened eyes and choked out, "Miss, look."

She unfolded her handkerchief; it contained ash from a talisman, now blackened, the result of helping to avert a calamity.

This was a protective charm that Lang Jiuchuan gave to Cui Shi. It was only after this charm changed that she realized something had happened to Cui Shi.

She was caught in an undeserved disaster.

Lang Jiuchuan sighed softly, but he didn't blame himself for anything; it was all due to cause and effect.

She walked to the bedside. Lang Cailing wanted to say something, but Lang Caiyao pulled her sleeve aside and shook her head.

Lang Cailing remembered what Lang Jiuchuan had done during the religious ceremony, and obediently shut her mouth.

Lang Jiuchuan took Cui's hand, the chilling Yin energy penetrating her body. She turned to look at Master Xuanguang and said, "Master, I am here, you may leave."

She picked up the prayer beads, put her hands together, and handed them back to him, saying, "Amitabha, Venerable Master, please have mercy."

Master Xuanguang also chanted a Buddhist prayer and quickly withdrew.

Lang Jiuchuan told Lang Caiyao and the others to leave as well. She took out the golden needles, had Granny Cheng remove Cui's clothes, quickly selected acupoints and inserted the needles, sat cross-legged, made hand seals, poured Daoist intent into her palms, and brushed the golden needles.

The golden needle hummed, and wisps of cold, malevolent energy were drawn out from its tip.

Lang Jiuchuan then took the talisman brush, dipped it in his own blood, and drew a talisman to ward off evil spirits on Cui's forehead.

Granny Cheng watched breathlessly from the side, witnessing firsthand how the blood talisman on the lady's head turned into golden light and disappeared into her forehead. She couldn't help but widen her eyes and look at Lang Jiuchuan with awe.

As the Yin energy within Cui's body was expelled, her complexion gradually returned to normal from pale to bluish-white, though it was still somewhat pale.

Lang Jiuchuan, however, was not idle. With a cold expression, she took a blank piece of yellow paper and drew a Netherworld Earthly Fiend Talisman, drawing all the remaining Yin and Fiend Qi into the talisman, as well as the Qi outside.

The talisman instantly turned black and sinister, exuding an extremely evil aura.

Lang Jiuchuan made a hand seal, took out a strand of hair, wrapped it around the talisman, and muttered incantations. In an instant, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and the extremely yin energy seemed to know where it came from, surging out of the meditation room and precisely entering the person's body.

"Ah!" A shrill, terrified scream came from outside.

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his power, his expression cold and ruthless. "It is impolite not to retaliate. You should also try the feeling of Yin Sha entering your body and piercing your heart!"