The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 370 The Curse to Resolve Grievances Is Not Easy

As midnight approached, Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes from his meditation in the lakeside pavilion of the Duke's mansion. He made hand seals, guiding a wisp of faintly contained Five Elements Qi into his dantian to settle before standing up.

As expected of the Duke's mansion, the feng shui is excellent, and the five elements are more abundant than those of ordinary mansions.

She straightened her clothes, walked out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and saw that Yi Ce had also woken up from his cultivation, so she said, "Let's get ready."

Yi Ce rarely straightened his expression and nodded. He followed her into the brightly lit courtyard, where the two began to set up the altar. Zuo Yan had already brought his trusted men to wait for them. Bai Shi was moved to this side.

This was Lang Jiuchuan's idea. She was afraid that when she was performing the ritual, Bai Shi would be affected by the backlash of karma and wouldn't be able to take care of her for a while, so she moved here just in case.

The altar was set up by a plan, with a peachwood table as the base, covered with a clean black cloth, and filled with incense and candles for offering. Five incense burners filled with glutinous rice were stuck with five-colored command flags, and a copper basin was filled with rootless water and pomelo leaves and mugwort leaves. The pair of substitute dolls were placed on the ground in a circular array with incantations drawn with blood essence.

On the altar, there are also ritual implements, talismans, and other utensils used in the Taoist rituals.

Yi Ce changed into an earth-yellow robe and a black Taoist hat. When he saw the altar wood on the offering table, his pupils contracted slightly. He picked it up to examine it closely, then looked at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Some of the Dao patterns on your altar wood were about to dissipate, so I reinforced it."

Yi Ce cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

"I'll dot the eyes of the substitute puppet in a bit. Here's a blessing talisman. Take it. If you feel it's not enough, use it immediately." Lang Jiuchuan handed him a talisman.

Is there such a good thing?
Yi Ce took it, feeling it was a bit too hot to handle. Seeing the spiritual power hidden within the talisman, he couldn't help but swallow hard. Just for this talisman and the altar-suppressing wood, he would have to give it his all.

Seeing his smug grin as if he'd struck gold, Lang Jiuchuan said in a sinister tone, "Don't hold back. If this technique fails, I'll kill you."

Yi Ce stiffened slightly, then gave a sheepish laugh: "How could I dare?"

"Prepare to set up the altar. I'll go light the lamps for her first." Lang Jiuchuan walked to the other side of the altar, where Bai Shi was lying on a small couch. Lang Jiuchuan went over, fed her the pill, checked her pulse, and to be on the safe side, transferred a trace of spiritual energy into her pulse. Then he lit the Seven Star Lamp surrounding Bai Shi.

A gentle breeze blew by, making the lights seem about to go out, as if they were dissatisfied with Lang Jiuchuan for prolonging their lives.

Lang Jiuchuan made a hand seal, and the wick of the Seven Star Lamp held a small flame.

The time has come.

Lang Jiuchuan stood up and glanced at the sky. The moon had long since disappeared into the thick clouds, and not a trace of silver light could be seen. The dark clouds on the horizon seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.

At midnight, wisps of yin energy, invisible to ordinary people, began to rise from the lake and gradually intensified in the air, flowing into the courtyard.

Lang Jiuchuan arrived at the edge of the altar, exchanged a glance with Yi Ce, who nodded, and then took the talisman brush, dipped it in the essence blood of the Bai family, and used it to imbue the substitute doll with spirit.

Yi Ce, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, slightly closed his eyes, his hands forming a complex Taoist hand seal. His expression was solemn, and he murmured incantations. When he opened his eyes again, they shone like stars, the candlelight reflecting in them, making his gaze appear even sharper, like that of a hawk. Lang Jiuchuan looked at him, as if he had become a different person, and a smirk appeared on his lips. This Maoshan disciple was truly interesting.

Yi Ce took a stick of incense, bowed three times, and placed it on the glutinous rice incense burner. Then, holding the altar-suppressing wood, he stood in front of the altar and said in a booming voice: "Heaven and earth are natural, the energy of the year is dispersed, the altar is quiet, all gods listen, bow down, raise the altar!"

Snapped.

Yi Ce struck the altar-suppressing wood heavily against the altar base. The crisp sound was like a thunderclap. The powerful Dao intent contained in the Dao patterns engraved on the altar-suppressing wood rippled outwards. The oil lamp on the altar suddenly rose higher, and the Yin energy gathered there seemed to be frightened, quickly dissipating.

He then dripped the essence and blood of the Bai siblings into a copper basin filled with rootless water. As the blood entered the water and spread, the water seemed to tremble, and the mugwort and pomelo leaves floating on the surface began to spin without wind.

Immediately afterwards, he spun around, his steps graceful and agile, and with the Seven Star Steps, he took the peach wood sword in one hand, bit his fingers with the other and ran them along the blade, chanting an incantation: "Radiant Yang Essence, Mighty Crimson Emperor, I, Yi Ce, the 126th generation disciple of the Maoshan Sect, humbly beseech the Ancestral Master to descend upon me, to dispel filth and calamity, to untie the knot of grievances and curses, may it be so!"

The tip of his sword hummed softly as it passed through a talisman for summoning spirits. The talisman ignited without fire, and its ashes swirled upwards with the smoke from the three incense sticks burning on the altar, reaching straight to the heavens.

A gust of cold wind blew, causing the lights in the courtyard to flicker. In the distance, from the dark lake, a sobbing sound seemed to rise, and the bone bell placed not far from the substitute doll suddenly condensed with yin energy.

Lang Jiuchuan stared intently at the bone bell, then looked at Bai Shi, who appeared restless even in her unconscious state, on the small couch, his fingers constantly forming a magic seal.

Yi Ce opened his eyes again, a flash of golden light passing through them, his gaze sharp. He spun around, his feet moving in the Big Dipper Step, twirling his peach wood sword in one hand, while the other hand took willow leaves from the copper basin, dipped them in blood, and sprinkled them towards the bone bell wrapped in the Purification and Source Tracing Talisman. He hurriedly chanted the Spirit Treasure Resolving Incantation: "Using blood as a guide, tracing back to the source. By the decree of the Supreme One, transcend your lonely soul... Kneel before my altar, the Eight Trigrams shine brightly. May you be purified and reborn in another realm, I obey the ancestral master's urgent decree!"

His chanting was deep and solemn, each word ringing out. Combined with his dance, a compassionate Daoist intent rippled outwards, flowing towards the bone bell, attempting to soothe and erase the hidden resentment within it.

Lang Jiuchuan's brow twitched. He had used the method of salvation to try to break the blood curse, but it wasn't that easy.
really.

Changes occur suddenly.

As the blood splashed onto the bone bell, a fierce gust of wind swept through the courtyard, causing the bone bell to tremble. Yin energy surged towards it, forcing the resentful curses generated by the bell to howl. The venomous energy spread like a giant net from all directions, fierce and malevolent, yet carrying a trace of the power of heaven and earth, its oppressive force overwhelming.

This is the power of the evil curse generated by Liu Xian sacrificing her own blood and soul.

Lang Jiuchuan quickly looked at the small platform. Bai Shi was trembling slightly, while the puppets belonging to her and her brother in the talisman array were trembling violently.

Evil and venomous power surged from the bone bell, its cold and stench belonging to a python forming a thick, putrid, and bone-chilling black mist in the air, spreading rapidly into the courtyard like a venomous python, and coiling towards the person performing the ritual and the Bai family!

Anyone who tries to break its blood curse will die!

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes darkened.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple!
She was about to move when Yi Ce stopped abruptly and stomped his foot heavily: "Hmph, stubborn and unrepentant, you deserve a beating!"

　This chapter took three hours to write, revise, and rewrite. Old Mo's writing skills are really failing him. He needs to quickly read how Uncle Zhengying fights ghosts to absorb some energy!
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