The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 375 The Water Spirit in the Bone Bell
Seeing that Zuo Yan, the man wielding the sword, had agreed, Lang Jiuchuan got up to take his leave with satisfaction, and also reminded him that the day when the Marquis of Zhenbei would return was not far off, and this matter should be taken care of quickly, so as not to waste the lavish gift he had given him for his son's wedding.

Zuo Yan saw her to the door, but still asked, "What if we can't bring this person down? After all, your father has been dead for many years and died from witchcraft. Even if we want to find traces of Gu worms on his bones, it will probably not be easy. And you've ruined the witness. If things go wrong, you could be slandering the current Marquis. If he reacts in time, he might turn around and bite the Lang family."

Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "If that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to retaliate in kind!"

Zuo Yan felt a tightness in his scalp.

Lang Jiuchuan waved to him, then got into the carriage and returned to the shop. Zuo Yan stood there for a long time, took a deep breath, and then called over his trusted steward and manager.

The Duke's Mansion has its own information channels and connections, as well as a secret service. Now that they want to push the Marquis of Zhenbei to his death, they need to mobilize all their resources to collect evidence of his crimes, since time is running out.

The most important point is military power. I believe the emperor would be happy to take back this military power. How can he let his restless father, a mere concubine, take power when she dares to cuckold him?

Zuo Yan was pondering how to handle the situation when Yi Ce rushed over with a pale face. Zuo Yan quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and first informed him that Lang Jiuchuan had left. He then smiled and told him to stay in the mansion and recuperate.

Upon hearing that Lang Jiuchuan had already returned to his residence, Yi Ce felt very aggrieved, like a pitiful little abandoned child, and muttered, "Use and throw away, how heartless."

Zuo Yan then asked him what his requirements were regarding the payment, and also revealed that the government could support him for a long time.

Zuo Yan was not afraid to make offerings to any capable Taoist priest.

Yi Ce really wanted to ask him to rebuild the mountain gate and Taoist temple for him, but he felt that it was a bit too much to ask, and he also had things to finish, so he could only offer cash instead.

He didn't say he wanted to recuperate at the Duke's mansion. Although the Duke's mansion was nice, and even had expensive tonics for him to take to his heart's content, he was afraid that if he stayed in such a luxurious place for too long, he would become distracted from his cultivation, become greedy for wealth, and have a heart that would destroy his Dao.

Therefore, he firmly refused.

Zuo Yan thought he hadn't been hospitable enough and argued a bit. After hearing his explanation, he was filled with respect and presented him with a box of silver notes.

After leaving the Duke's mansion, Yi Ce made his way through a winding alley, opened the box, and found a thick stack of silver notes, each with a face value of one hundred taels. This must be worth several thousand taels.
As expected of a noble family.

Yi Ce suppressed the corners of his mouth, reluctantly took out ten bills, and deposited them in the bank. The rest were sent to charitable institutions and some Taoist temples.

Those who cultivate the Tao must have a pure heart to attain freedom and the Great Tao; they must never be greedy!
Meanwhile, Lang Jiuchuan returned to the shop with a cartload of gifts from the government office. Fu Qi greeted her and, seeing her pale face, said, "This matter is not easy to handle?"

"Everything is settled. Luckily, I listened to Manager Piao's advice and cooperated with them." Otherwise, she would have had to deal with the evil curse and take care of the Bai family all by herself. Even if she could be distracted, the spiritual energy she would have consumed would have been much greater than it is now.

Now that someone is sharing the burden of these three deficiencies and five shortcomings, although her spiritual power is depleted, her soul is not damaged.

Fu Qi nodded: "It's good that you're alright. Madam Song has made some ginseng soup and is simmering it on the small stove. I'll take it over to you."

"We drank some at the Duke's mansion, let it simmer for a while. There was an unexpected gain from this matter at the Duke's mansion. You come in with me too." Lang Jiuchuan's face lit up with pleasure as he thought of the bone bell.

The money she received for dealing with the curse on Bai Shi not only allowed her to have Zuo Yan deal with Zhenbei Hou for her, saving her a lot of trouble and freeing her up to deal with other things, but the Bone Bell was also an unexpected bonus.

She needs to reconnect that three-inch tendon to her hands and feet. The bone bell has been cleansed of its karmic influence, and she can refine it again to create a useful protective artifact.

Fu Qi listened to Lang Jiuchuan's words with some surprise: "That's a python tendon..."

"What's there to be afraid of? That's no ordinary python. I saw Liu Xian's true form last night when I was breaking the curse; she's already cultivated a small horn." Lang Jiuchuan's tone carried a hint of regret and remorse: "She must have been foolish enough to become mentally challenged, falling into the so-called river of love? A thousand years of cultivation lost in a single day. Otherwise, with her talent, she could have continued cultivating, transforming from a python into a dragon, and then into a serpent. At the very least, she could have become a guardian deity in a temple, which would be far better than coveting someone else's man." Fu Qi: "The path of cultivation is lonely; it's inevitable that she couldn't suppress her emotions for a moment."

Lang Jiuchuan glanced over: "Then you'd better hold back, don't give me a ghost story."

Fu Qi: "!"

Upon entering the study, Lang Jiuchuan said, "This is a good opportunity to test how well you've been cultivating the Ghost Path lately. Let's set up a barrier."

She was going to take the bone bell out of the small nine-tower. To prevent the unknown thing inside the bone bell from escaping, she first set up a barrier as a precaution.

Fu Qi was puzzled, but it was just a small request and not difficult. He immediately set up a barrier. He cultivated the ghost path, so the barrier he set up was naturally different from the orthodox Taoist barrier. Instead, it was filled with yin energy. To put it bluntly, his barrier was almost like a ghost realm, except that he didn't fill it with anything terrifying.

Lang Jiuchuan nodded in satisfaction, then summoned the Little Nine Towers and took out the bone bell from it.

Sure enough, as soon as the bone bell appeared, it instinctively tried to escape, but when it hit the barrier, it let out a scream.

"What is this? I'm dirty!"

It was a voice like a little girl's, full of disdain. In an instant, a transparent, round thing floated out from the bone bell. That thing was...

A blister?
Jiang Che couldn't resist and stretched out his claw to poke it, but it bounced back from the thing. It was soft and smooth, quite fun.

It was eager to wave again.

"Ugly thing, don't come any closer!" Bubble bounced high like a ball, shrill and angry.

Jiang Che: "?"

What the hell? Ugly thing, is that what they're talking about?
How infuriating! A tiger can be bullied, but not humiliated!
Roar.

Jiang Che let out a tiger's roar, his eyes wide open, and he leaped forward, using both claws to tear at the water bubble, his scorching tiger breath spitting out from his mouth.

A burst of fiery aura struck the bubble, but it was like fire entering the ocean; the bubble suddenly changed shape and rippled outwards like water.

Jiang Che was startled. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, he leaped up and landed on a shelf inside the room, staring intently at the water ripples: "What exactly are you?"

Surprisingly, it was not afraid of the flames.

The ripples reformed into a water sphere, laughing mockingly: "I'm not telling you!"

Lang Jiuchuan suddenly cast a spell, sending a clump of filthy earth towards the water sphere. It was yellowish and turbid, seemingly carrying an indescribable stench, and it completely enveloped the sphere.

water polo:"!"

It's not a human, but this human is a real dog. How can you use such filthy mud to deal with its pure and clean water spirit!
(End of this chapter)