The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 372 It’s Your Turn

The curse on Liu Xian was forcefully broken, and as the puppet turned to dust, it meant that the Bai family line was cut off, the blood curse was broken, and the contract to sacrifice to heaven and earth was also removed.

The black mist serpent, now severed, seemed momentarily bewildered. The blood curse she had planted had fulfilled its purpose, and it slowly dissipated.

But she was unwilling to accept it!
She had cultivated for many years and become a revered earth immortal. She had even developed dragon horns. If she continued to cultivate, she would transform into a dragon. At the very least, she would be worshipped as a guardian deity in a temple. But why did she end up like that?

She was greedy for worldly pleasures and blinded by jealousy; she deserved it, but she was still unwilling, truly unwilling.

A surge of resentment welled up in the snake's head, and she charged toward Yi Ce. This human wanted to kill her, so she would kill him too.

Humans are ungrateful; they all deserve to die!

When Yi Ce saw the snake head rushing over, his face turned ashen. He wanted to raise his Three-Five Sword to meet the enemy, but after performing this spell, his spiritual power was depleted and his vital energy was greatly damaged. He was unable to wield the sword. Seeing that his life was about to end here, he touched the talisman given to him by Lang Jiuchuan and slapped it on his forehead.

As spiritual energy surged in, he immediately activated his inner power technique, channeling the incantation into his hands: "Heavenly Fire Thunder General, Thunderclap and Lightning, vanquish evil and filth, command!"

He unleashed a powerful palm strike as the snake's head fell.

Boom.

There was a loud bang.

The snake head instantly went berserk, and in a flash, its resentment dissipated, causing it to indiscriminately attack every human in the courtyard.

Humans, damn it!
"Stop watching, it's your turn to make a move!" Yi Ce shouted at Lang Jiuchuan.

If we don't take action soon, we'll all be doomed.

The curse has been lifted, but the resentment has not dissipated, and it has been able to turn evil and go mad again. Why is that?
Lang Jiuchuan looked at the constantly spinning bone bell, his eyes darkening. Perhaps there was a vessel here that made her unwilling to disperse.

This is what the ghost meant when it said that this spell is best used in cooperation with other sorcerers, and that's where it should be.

Lang Jiuchuan strode forward, picked up the bone bell from the ground, and with a surge of Daoist intent in his hand, the Origin Tracing Talisman wrapped around the bone bell spontaneously combusted without fire. Then, he cast a Demon-Suppressing Incantation on it.

The snake's head stiffened, turned around, and stared at Lang Jiuchuan, its vertical pupils bloodshot.

Lang Jiuchuan and the snake head looked at each other: "All causes and effects arise from delusions. You were originally an immortal, but you developed greed and gave birth to a demon child. The karmic retribution you suffer is all the feedback of karma. You have no one to blame but yourself."

Roar.

With its massive mouth wide open, the snake spewed out a thick, black mist that shot towards Langjiuchuan like a fog arrow.

No repentance!

Lang Jiuchuan summoned a talisman brush, poured spiritual power into it, and drew talismans swiftly in the void. The talisman brush seemed to have its own will, falling from the air with talismanic patterns. When the last stroke fell, a complex and mysterious golden talisman appeared.

As soon as the talisman appeared, Lang Jiuchuan pointed his talisman brush at it and blasted it towards the snake's head: "Five Thunderbolts Exorcising Talisman, Suppress Evil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden talisman crashed into the snake's head, emitting a sharp, resounding clang, like a bell tolling before a Buddha. It struck the snake's head heavily, bursting out with a blinding golden light.

A bloodcurdling scream erupted as the snake's head writhed wildly. Already half-cut off and scattered by the Three-Five Swords, it was now shattered even more by the purple lightning, and the snake's head began to weaken.

Lang Jiuchuan spun around and leaped onto the altar. She placed the bone bell in her hand in front of the incense burner in front of the statue of Yi Ce's ancestor. She sat cross-legged and gripped the Emperor Bell in her hand.

Even though her wrist didn't move, the small imperial bell emitted a heavy, drawn-out sound. *Clang!*

The bell tolled throughout the heavens, reaching the ears of the gods.

Yi Ce's eyes narrowed, and he focused his mind on striking the bell. Judging from the bell's powerful sound, he wondered how pure the spiritual energy must be to produce such a magnificent sound.

But then again, why is she sitting in front of the patriarch?

He quickly understood that this was using the awe-inspiring divine power of the ancestral master's image to suppress the violent karma on the bone bell.

She knows how to borrow from people, oh, from the power of God!

As the bell tolled powerfully, the black mist of resentment gradually dissipated and failed to materialize into a snake's head. Instead, the karmic force clinging to the bone bell began to rebel and protect its own.

"Om Mani Padme Hum." Lang Jiuchuan chanted the six-syllable mantra. With each word uttered in his deep voice, it transformed into endless golden light and Buddha seals that struck the bone bell.

The bone bell trembled violently, its karmic force surging.

Yi Ce stared blankly at Lang Jiuchuan. This was the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism. How could she know it? No, anyone could read such a mantra, but being able to read it and being able to use spiritual power to transform the power of the mantra into a golden Buddhist seal that can eliminate disasters and resolve karma are different. The latter requires a lot of spiritual power and Buddhist enlightenment.

But Qingyi knows how!

Yi Ce turned to look at Zuo Yan and the others beside him. Seeing the awe and respect in their eyes, he pursed his lips. There was a reason why he was so arrogant and only accepted big orders. The level was different.

Lang Jiuchuan closed her eyes slightly, and as she chanted the six-syllable mantra, the Emperor Bell in her hand would strike out a bell, dispersing and eliminating the karma on the bone bell.

The karmic force violently rebelled, attempting to break free from the golden mantra, but it was firmly suppressed by the divine power behind it, which quelled its arrogance.

Meanwhile, at the Bai family home, Old Madam Bai clutched her head in agony and wailed. Her head was throbbing with pain, as if a cold, venomous snake was mercilessly gnawing at her brain and tearing at her soul. Sharp screams kept escaping from her lips.

Meanwhile, the old man Bai, who shared a room with her, also let out a painful wail, though he fared slightly better than the old lady Bai.

Old Madam Bai's face was ashen, and for some reason, she pulled out a hairpin from her hair and stabbed it into her own throat.

She committed a terrible crime; she should at least pay for it, shouldn't she?
She only wanted a good death!
Madam Bai regretted it. She regretted not listening to Lang Jiuchuan's words: "It's better to die a good death than to live a miserable life." So that's what he meant!
The dog lazily licked its hairless tail to the side. When it saw her movement out of the corner of its eye, it swung its paw and grabbed the hairpin, sending it flying to the ground.

Old Madam Bai stared wide-eyed in despair, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, dark red blood slowly seeping from her seven orifices, her breath barely a whisper.

Lang Jiuchuan recited the Great Compassion Mantra twice, then changed his incantation and began reciting the Supreme Relief from Suffering Sutra. The profound Daoist meaning contained in the sutra gradually flowed towards the bone bell, smoothing out the karmic burdens.

With both Buddhist and Taoist intentions combined, Lang Jiuchuan sought to transform the karma on the bone bell. Although his spiritual power was being depleted, he managed to disintegrate and break down the karma on the bone bell, revealing its original color: porcelain white with a hidden shimmering light.

As Lang Jiuchuan's face grew paler, his Dao intent transformed into golden light, cleansing the bone bell. The karma accumulated on the bone bell over the years seemed to have all its power drawn away by a gentle, delicate hand, completely annihilating it into nothingness. The porcelain-white bone bell spun wildly, emitting a clear, crisp sound.

Lang Jiuchuan opened her eyes, but before she could stop, a white shadow suddenly darted towards her out of the corner of her eye like lightning. Her eyes sharpened, and she threw the Emperor Bell over, but the white shadow grazed the edge of the Emperor Bell and landed inside the bone bell.

jingle.

Suddenly, the bone bell emitted a bright white light, as bright as day.

Lang Jiuchuan: "?"

　I secretly made a decision: I never want to write this kind of stuff again. What a waste of my life.
　　(End of this chapter)