The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 362 What qualifications do you have to make a deal with me?
What conditions would it take to get you to agree to this?

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the old woman with a full head of white hair, her gaze sweeping mockingly over the string of Buddhist beads around her neck that had a hint of Zen. She could tell that they had been blessed by a master and possessed some spiritual power.

"Holding a string of beads in your hand and a string around your neck, old lady, have you done too many bad things that you can only find peace of mind by constantly worshipping Buddha? No, perhaps it should be said that you are afraid of this curse falling on you?"

Old Madam Bai's old eyes narrowed, her thin, wrinkled lips pressed into a straight line, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan saw through it and said, "It seems you are aware of the curse, but you dare not admit it, or rather, you are powerless to do anything about it. So all these years you can only watch your children die for various reasons, and now it's your grandchildren's turn."

She looked at Bai Jingsong, who had already fainted, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and let out a cold laugh.

“Master, you are a monk, you cannot stand by and watch someone die.” Ma knelt forward and reached out to take Lang Jiuchuan’s hands.

Lang Jiuchuan dodged her gaze and looked down at her condescendingly: "I am not a monk, much less a member of the Buddhist community. I am just a practitioner."

Madam Bai's lips twitched: "What I'm asking is, what do you need to get you to come?"

Go crazy with her?
Lang Jiuchuan left with Ying'er's vengeful spirit.

Madam Bai's face darkened.

Madam Ma roared, "Mother, is this how you beg someone?"

She turned to look at Bai Jingsong, who had already fainted, and screamed again. She staggered to her feet and chased after him, crying, "Master, Master..."

Zuo Yan said, “Grandfather, Grandmother, this curse is no ordinary matter. If it is not lifted, the Bai family will be in turmoil and its bloodline will be cut off. Ning’er is already on the verge of death, and so is Xiao Song. You should tell me everything you know.”

Old Master Bai looked dejected: "It's all retribution."

Old Madam Bai's eyes sharpened as she stared at him.

“The children are all gone, and we’re the only ones left alive. What’s the point? These old bones are already on their last legs, so it’s better for us to go with them and have some company. If you want to keep it covered, then keep it covered.” Old Master Bai sat down by his grandson’s bedside, a resolute look in his eyes.

Old Madam Bai's heart trembled. Looking at her beloved grandson, whose face was ashen, tears welled up in her old eyes. She said to Zuo Yan, "Tell her to come back. I have something to say."

Zuo Yan walked out.

Lang Jiuchuan spoke a few words to Ying'er's vengeful ghost, then glanced at Zuo Yan chasing after him out of the corner of his eye. He snorted and said before Zuo Yan could speak, "Young Master, I advise you not to plead for me. I am a young lady, and your brother-in-law has done such disgusting and filthy things. Asking me to take action would only tarnish my Daoist heart."

It's filth, not destruction!

She's a perfectly innocent young woman, why would she treat this case of excessive yang energy? If she hasn't done anything wrong, fine, but if she has, she'd find it disgusting to treat her!

Besides, it's just that the yang energy isn't going to dissipate; it won't kill you. At most, if it lasts too long, the tendons will burst, and then...

He'll miss this day when he can't bring it down!
A hint of malice flashed in Lang Jiuchuan's eyes.

Huddled inside the small tower, Jiang Che saw that she was full of bad intentions. He clutched his little tiger tightly. This woman was too wicked; protecting his root was the most important thing.

Zuo Yan saw that Lang Jiuchuan was all bark and no longer had the good manners and easy talk he had shown in the Duke's mansion. Instead, he was acting like a child throwing a tantrum, which gave Zuo Yan a headache. He said in a gentle tone, "Master, it is Grandmother who has something to say. If you don't care about Xiaosong, please help your wife."

"Young Master!" Madam Ma screamed.

Zuo Yan looked over coldly, his gaze like it held a knife, making Madam Ma stiffen. Lang Jiuchuan, thinking of the strange behavior of Old Madam Bai, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Alright then."

The resentment of the vengeful ghost Ying'er was rising rapidly. Lang Jiuchuan glanced over, but she suppressed it again, clearly thinking of what the Venerable One had just said.

Lang Jiuchuan went back into the house. When she saw her, Old Madam Bai said, "As long as you save my grandson, I will tell you whatever you want to know."

"What right do you have to make a deal with me? Speak or not, it's not my grandchildren who are going to die," Lang Jiuchuan sneered.

Madam Bai pressed her thin lips even tighter.

Lang Jiuchuan added, "Just keep dragging it out. Anyway, if you drag it out long enough, even if he doesn't die, he'll be a cripple. Promoting the family line, huh!"

Madam Bai's expression changed again, and she blurted out, "I once killed a Willow Immortal!"

Lang Jiuchuan narrowed his eyes, stared at her for a long time, and then said to the doctor, "Place needles on Taichong, Zhongji, and Danshu points, three times and one shallowly."

She wouldn't lay a hand on him!
As Lang Jiuchuan spoke, Ying'er floated over, her resentful aura surrounding Bai Jingsong's lower body before flowing into the acupuncture points.

Old Madam Bai stared intently at the person on the bed, her brows furrowed as she tried to sense him, but she couldn't discern anything, so she let out a slight sigh of relief.

Lang Jiuchuan observed her behavior, his eyes darkening. There was indeed something on this old woman; he could sense evil spirits.
If a child practices Buddhism, they might be able to save their life.

But they don't even consider that their own life and wealth are all bought with the lifespan of their descendants. What good is living a long life?
This woman is selfish and greedy, and is utterly repulsive.

Lang Jiuchuan continued speaking, instructing the doctor to administer the needles, and after seeing that Ying'er had succeeded, he lured her back.

He raped her and caused her death. In return, she made him a eunuch, unable to use his body, and suffer the rest of his life in misery. It was fair.

Besides, Ying'er lost her life, while he only became a real monk. He gained something!
Lang Jiuchuan felt no guilt whatsoever. After all, she had never promised to save this boy from his predicament, and it was her mercy not to stand by and watch him suffer!

With Lang Jiuchuan's guidance on how to insert the needle, Bai Jingsong's erect penis went limp in just two breaths.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

At that time, Zhang Yuanzheng, whom Zuo Yan had invited, also arrived. Lang Jiuchuan withdrew, took out a piece of yellow paper, drew a talisman, and took Ying'er inside. She promised that she would dispel Ying'er's resentment and send her to the gates of hell.

She heard what was being said inside. The new doctor said that there was nothing seriously wrong, but the boy had lost his kidney essence too early and had taken some inappropriate tonics, which had damaged his foundation. He would need to be carefully recuperated in the future.

Furthermore, young people are not strong-willed, and such an experience may leave a shadow in their hearts, potentially causing erectile dysfunction in the future. They should do more good deeds and cultivate a pure and desireless mind to avoid this situation where they have the will but not the strength!
Lang Jiuchuan laughed out loud. Sure enough, those who can become hospital directors are not stupid. What nice words. If Bai Jingsong's genitals are ever impotent, it's actually due to psychological trauma, and has nothing to do with the doctor's medical skills.

The chief physician quickly wrote out a prescription. Upon seeing Lang Jiuchuan, he said, "I heard that Miss Lang instructed you on the acupuncture? And you also performed the golden needle removal for Lord Zeng's eye?"

Lang Jiuchuan hummed in agreement.

"The younger generation is truly formidable," Zhang Yuanzheng said with a smile, before being followed aside by Madam Ma to speak with her.

Lang Jiuchuan then looked at the old lady Bai, who was walking unsteadily towards him: "Now, old lady, it's time to talk about that Willow Fairy."

(End of this chapter)