The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 354 Officially Declares War on the Rong Family

Lang Jiuchuan sat on a boulder, taking a deep breath. Her eyes were closed, her hands were in a mudra on her knees, and her expression was aloof.

"Ask away if you want."

Jiang Che jumped up, squatted down beside her knees, and said, "How did your strength increase so much?"

Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, and said, "My cultivation has indeed been smoother than before, and my comprehension is easier to grasp. Perhaps it is because I have received the blessing of merit and vows?"

Her soul would often reside in the Little Nine Towers, where she could better comprehend the two meanings of Taoism and Dharma left behind by Master Basil. She could feel her strength increasing, but she couldn't be entirely sure whether it was due to merit and vows.

Jiang Che said, "If it were the blessing of merit and vows, you should be shining brightly, but it seems to me that this merit has sunk into the sea, yet your soul has become stronger."

Lang Jiuchuan seemed to be deep in thought.

After thinking for a moment, she summoned the Little Nine Towers, and with a thought, entered the Soul Nourishing Array. The array was operating rapidly, and the Dao intent engraved in the array transformed into spiritual energy that swirled within the array, occasionally penetrating her soul.

Lang Jiuchuan tentatively forcibly separated a thought to peek at his primordial soul. He discovered that the golden starlight of his own merits within his primordial soul formed a wisp of energy that drifted out of the array and disappeared into the void. Then, another wisp of energy swirled back and landed on his primordial soul.

Like a covered bridge.

The primordial spirit suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Lang Jiuchuan quickly withdrew his thoughts, silently recited the Heart Sutra, and mobilized the spiritual energy of the array to circulate it throughout the body to temper his soul.

After completing a full cycle, her soul returned to her body. She then drew the life force of the mountain plants into her body, transforming it into spiritual energy and guiding it into her dantian. Only then did she open her eyes, glance at her porcelain-white hands, and say, "My primordial soul just resonated with something."

Jiang Che was taken aback. What did that mean?
“It must be my soul and two spirits.” Lang Jiuchuan stood up, his eyes shining like stars, and said, “Those merits and vows nourish my primordial soul, and a wisp of it surges into the void, as if someone is stealing the merits and vows from my soul, but I am not unwilling at all. Jiang Che, only if it is myself, will I willingly share these things that belong to me.”

Jiang Che understood, but still retorted, "Can't it be you who nourishes others?"

"Do you think I'm such a selfless and dedicated good person?" Lang Jiuchuan sneered and said, "If it's really as I say, then it's because I and those one soul and two spirits are complementing each other, so my soul is more solid and my ability to comprehend cultivation is also increasing."

"Then have you been able to sense where that one soul and two spirits are located?"

Lang Jiuchuan chuckled awkwardly: "That won't do. But the slightest resonance is enough to prove that my soul and spirit have a place to rest. Sooner or later, they will merge with my two souls and five spirits. At that time, you'll see my strength."

Seeing her excited expression, Jiang Che couldn't help but pour cold water on her enthusiasm, saying, "Have you ever thought about whether that one soul and two spirits might end up in someone else's body? What if that person is a fool who is missing two souls and five spirits? If both of you are you, which one would you choose?"

Lang Jiuchuan stood frozen.

That's not impossible. What will she do then?

"Could God be playing a cruel joke on me?"

"Who knows? As you said, being reborn will inevitably involve a great test. It's hard to say what your test will be." Lang Jiuchuan remained silent, his brows furrowed.

Seeing her pale face, Jiang Che thought to himself, "She just had a fight, why should I upset her?" So he said, "It's all just our speculation, so don't think about it anymore. Anyway, no matter what, you can't slack off in your cultivation. The more merit and vow power you accumulate, the better, especially since you just discovered that you need to use your vow power to nourish another soul and two spirits. As for the future, when you meet her, fate will decide."

Lang Jiuchuan nodded, agreeing.

“As for the Rong family, I’m afraid we’ll have to be on our toes from now on,” Jiang Che said. “Since Elder Wanfang can be called an elder, he must have some strength. There are probably many people in his circle. Now that you’ve crippled him, the Rong family will definitely take this seriously.”

Those petty squabbles from before don't count; now that Lang Jiuchuan has crippled Elder Wan Fang, it's tantamount to a formal declaration of war against the Rong family.

It's impossible to recruit Lang Jiuchuan, so the only option is to kill him. The Rong family will never allow a flea in their eyes to become a major threat.

Who would want to leave behind a deadly weapon to threaten themselves?
Lang Jiuchuan said, "I was prepared for this. Just as Master Xuan Neng and I said, it is because they cannot tolerate me that they keep sending people to harm me. Since that is the case, let's just do it."

If one member of the Rong family comes, she kills one; if two come, she kills both!
He jumped onto her lap and said, "It's really strange. Since you've already killed the original owner and didn't even spare the soul, and you know you're possessed by a different soul, why do you still go to such lengths to deal with you and cause trouble for yourself?"

"First, they are arrogant and conceited, firmly believing that the Rong family can't even handle a wandering ghost. Second, they probably hate me so much that they won't allow me to walk in this world." Lang Jiuchuan said, touching his face.

A thought flashed through Jiang Che's mind: "Women's jealousy." Staring at Lang Jiuchuan's face, it said, "Could it be that the original owner of this body is of Rong family blood? That Xi Yun is jealous by nature, which is why she wanted to kill you. At the same time as being jealous, she was also wary. People are actually just like animals. Once their own interests or territory are threatened, they will try their best to protect them and eliminate dissidents at all costs."

Lang Jiuchuan thought of some melodramatic events in the inner quarters and said, "Such as the original owner being the one who should have become the young master?"

The two exchanged a glance, speculating on this possibility.

"If that's the case, then what Madam Cui has always believed is correct: I am not the child she gave birth to." But if the child born to Madam Cui was me, then where was it switched to?
If the original owner was of Rong family blood, how could Rong family allow a woman to abuse and kill her own bloodline just because of a woman's jealousy?
I feel like something's not working, but I have no clue how.

Rong family estate.

When Xi Yun, the fourth wife and the young master's birth mother, received the news that Elder Wanfang had been deposed, she was so angry that she smashed all the furnishings in the room.

None of the servants dared to utter a sound. Ever since the young master was rejected by the Gong family and such unfavorable news spread, the lady's temperament has become increasingly unpredictable. In this period, the number of servants who have died cannot be counted on ten fingers.

After smashing everything, Xi Yun, her eyes bloodshot, gritted her teeth and cursed, "These mere wild ghosts are so difficult to deal with. I should have burned them all down back then."

He only wanted to vent his anger by brutally killing her, leaving her with a complete corpse, but instead he brought trouble upon himself. He was really careless.

Xi Yun took a deep breath, tidied her hair, and went out to walk straight towards the most prestigious Taoist temple in the clan. When she passed the main hall, she caught a glimpse of the Taoist temple built on the cliff and planted with green bamboo, which looked lonely. She stopped, her face gloomy, her nails digging tightly into her palms, and then headed towards the patriarch's courtyard.

After the servant announced her arrival, she entered the courtyard and knelt before the stern-faced Taoist priest with his hair tied in a topknot: "Master, that wandering ghost of the Lang family must not be allowed to live, otherwise it will surely become a major threat to Xuan'er. You must avenge Xuan'er, she is your..."

"Shut up, you've caused all this trouble!" The Rong family head glanced at her coldly. Xi Yun trembled, lowered her head, shut her mouth, and prostrated herself.

(End of this chapter)