The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 368 Even Lang Jiu Gets a Slap in the Face

After being persuaded by Jiang Che at great risk, Lang Jiuchuan reluctantly touched her nose and quickly listed a few normal items, but not any extraordinary ones, although she felt that Tongtian Pavilion did have them.

The ghost asked, "What do you want?"

Lang Jiuchuan's expression turned somewhat cold as he recounted how the Bai family had been cursed by the Willow Immortal.

The ghost sneered: "People are just so selfish and greedy. They want the gods to protect them but also want to kill them. They are greedy and vicious. You shouldn't have taken this job. If you're not careful, the three deficiencies and five lacks will be even more serious than before."

"Having entered the Dao and been reborn, how can I hide from difficulties? You know my enemies are far more powerful than this curse. If I fear even a mere curse, how can I seek the truth and avenge myself?" Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips and said, "The physical body's hatred is one thing, but what about my original hatred? If it's the same thing, it's not so bad, but if it's two, then it's one hurdle after another. My path ahead is full of swords and thorns, with no way to retreat!"

The ghost remained silent.

"I'm not afraid of the three deficiencies and five shortcomings. As long as I don't die, it's not a big deal. I'll have a chance." Lang Jiuchuan raised his eyes, his gaze sharp, and said, "If I don't die, then it's the people who harmed me who will die!"

Facing challenges head-on is her style!
Both Ah Piao and Jiang Che trembled upon hearing these chilling words.

Lang Jiuchuan took out the bone bell and placed it on the table, saying, "Liu Xian's evil curse actually stems from her grief and indignation at the evil of human nature and her resentment at losing her child. Her venomous hatred originates from being schemed against, having her heart ripped out and her child taken away, and finally, even her bones were refined into magical artifacts. The simplest and most brutal way I can think of to break the curse is to use this bone bell as a medium, to repay the debt with the blood and bones of Bai's children, and to use the Nine Netherworld Karmic Fire to burn the bones and forcibly sever the connection of the evil curse. However, in this way, Bai's life may be in danger, and most importantly, once the Nine Netherworld Karmic Fire burns the bones, this bone bell will cease to exist."

Even though the bone bell is stained with karma, it is the only thing Liu Xian still possesses in the world. Oh, that ignorant demon fetus is an exception.

“I have a strong intuition that keeping this bone bell will have a wonderful use.” Lang Jiuchuan touched the bone bell and said, “So in order to protect this bone bell, I want to use the technique of deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea to break the curse, and at the same time, to convert the karma of the bone bell, so that it will be gentler.”

"Hide the truth?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "Liu Xian's curse is that the Bai family's descendants will be weak and not live past thirty, and will be childless. But since all the Bai family's descendants are dead, the curse is meaningless."

"You want to use a substitute?" As soon as the ghost thought about the materials she wanted, she realized what her method was for.

Lang Jiuchuan grinned: "Otherwise, why would I ask you for those materials? Naturally, I want to steal the sky and change the sun, shift the stars and alter the constellations."

After thinking for a moment, the ghost said, "The materials are easy to come by, but it's still a bit dangerous for you to do this kind of secret technique of shifting stars and changing constellations on your own, especially since your soul is not complete right now. Although your body is getting better, it's not completely healed. In particular, you want to convert the karma of this bone bell, which is equivalent to performing two spells in succession. Once you are out of strength and your spiritual power is insufficient, you will definitely suffer the backlash of this karma. If the three deficiencies and five lacks follow, it's like putting your life on the line of lightning, which could explode at any time."

He looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "I know you are the kind of person who will rise to the challenge, and I also know that the path of cultivation and monster-fighting mainly depends on the individual, but it is not impossible to find help."

"what do you mean?"

"The Maoshan sect is most skilled in the art of shifting stars and changing constellations. Their founder was adept at it. Because it is a secret technique of the sect, all the later generations of disciples and grand-disciples know how to practice it. Setting up such an altar is not difficult for them. With you taking the lead, it will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort. This is also better than you fighting alone." The ghost explained, "Although it will share the merit, right now, your own safety is the most important thing. What do you say?"

Jiang Che looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a deep gaze: "What did you just say?"

Ignore those quacks; now look what happened, you've been proven wrong!
A Taoist priest from the Maoshan School, isn't there one squatting outside?
Lang Jiuchuan also felt embarrassed and said, "Are you sure it's the Maoshan sect Taoists who are best at this?"

"I'm a hundred-year-old ghost, and I've witnessed the power of the Maoshan Sect. They're the best at catching ghosts. Would I lie to you?" the ghost said angrily. He had even fought with the Maoshan Sect before, okay? "No, what I mean is, that scoundrel squatting in front of your shop is from the Maoshan Sect. You're really not with him, are you just trying to slap me in the face?" Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were unfriendly.

A ghost was taken aback: "Huh?"

He looked outside and saw the Taoist priest squatting in the corner, wearing a patched yellow robe and looking disheveled, gnawing on a flatbread. Remembering Lang Jiuchuan's words after he entered the sect, he burst out laughing: "So you've finally been slapped in the face. Ha, let's see how you beg for help now!"

Lang Jiuchuan sneered: "Me, beg? Fine, I'll do it myself."

You can lose anything, but you can't lose your class!
A Piao scoffed, "Survival is the priority. You'd better take it easy. The young master of the Rong family is almost here, and the Marquis of Zhenbei will be returning to Wujing soon. This is going to be a spectacle, one event after another. Without a strong physique and formidable strength, how can you fight?"

Lang Jiuchuan grinned, "Isn't Tongtian Pavilion my sanctuary?"

Ah Piao snorted again and said, "See if that Maoshan Taoist priest can be used. I'll go prepare some materials. Oh, and we've run out of soul incense, so make some more."

"So fast?"

Ah Piao frowned and sighed with some worry, "Yes, it doesn't burn well."

Lately, I don't know what the master has done, but she has forced the ghost general to personally come out and tell her to make incense.

Lang Jiuchuan seemed to be deep in thought.

Yi Ce never expected that Lang Jiuchuan, that arrogant little brat, would actually send someone to call him in. Oh, his divination was very accurate today!
He scurried into the Tongtian Pavilion, and his eyes lit up when he saw the furnishings inside. He couldn't take it all in, and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. It really was the legendary Tongtian Pavilion, with such profound heritage.

Upon entering Lang Jiuchuan's room, before he could even speak, he felt a gust of cold wind rush towards him. Yi Ce's expression hardened, and he drew his peach wood sword, making a hand seal on it while rapidly chanting an incantation: "The righteous energy of heaven and earth, all laws follow the heart, demons and spirits, none can escape..."

The peach wood sword flashed with a golden light. He swung it horizontally towards the yin wind, but Lang Jiuchuan struck him with a talisman. The sword tilted, and with a hiss, the wooden sword burst into flames.

Yi Ce's eyes sharpened, he bit his tongue, spitting blood onto the peach wood sword, then wiped away the talisman fire with his palm, took two steps back, and looked at Lang Jiuchuan: "What is the meaning of this, fellow Daoist?"

"I don't like you, so I'll hit you!"

Yi Ce's face darkened, and he frowned. Could it be that he had misjudged her, and that this woman was a cunning and wicked one?
Lang Jiuchuan released the half-dead hanged ghost, pushed him over the wall, and then walked towards Yi Ce, saying, "As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. Now that we've met, Master Yi Ce of the Maoshan Sect, are you interested in cooperating on a ritual? The kind that fights against the heavens."

One strategy: "..."

He's not bad, he's crazy.

(End of this chapter)