The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 395 Delivering Gifts at the Door, Committing Crimes Against the Wind

Jiang Che never expected that Lang Jiuchuan's promise to come to her door would be like this. Looking at the invisibility talisman hanging on her body, its lips twitched.

"You're defying the rules!"

The Supervisory Commission was established for two purposes: first, to investigate mysterious cases, and second, to restrain members of the Xuan Clan from using mystical arts to harm ordinary people. Isn't Lang Jiuchuan defying the rules?
Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "I'm not from the Xuan Clan either, and I haven't harmed anyone. It's not like I'm going against the grain. I'm just visiting someone and my whereabouts are a bit more independent."

Jiang Che scoffed, "Go ahead and try to argue your way out of this."

"I don't need the Censorate to supervise me. I've always adhered to the principle of 'I won't offend others unless they offend me, and I'll always avenge any wrongs.' I only know how to reflect on myself and be self-disciplined." Lang Jiuchuan walked through the Xie family courtyard and said, "Why harm people for no reason? Do you think I have too much merit to burn?"

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Doing those things damages one's virtue and destroys one's merit. So what are those evil paths thinking?

The man and the tiger arrived at the Zhenbei Marquis's courtyard. Lang Jiuchuan looked at some dark corners of the house and courtyard and said, "It seems that our Marquis Xie also values ​​his life. These guards are truly loyal to their duties."

With a sharp look in his eyes, he gazed at the direction where the breaths were almost blending with the wind, and said indistinctly, "Shen Qinghe's suggestion is actually correct, and the concerns of the powerful are also valid. To be a secret guard is already a testament to their high level of martial arts skills and special training. But in front of cultivators like us, they are completely exposed. How can ordinary people possibly stand against them?"

Lang Jiuchuan did not refute, but said, "Good and evil are just a choice for a person. Whether one chooses to do good or evil is just a matter of a single thought. If one does whatever one wants based on cultivation or esoteric arts, without any reverence for the laws of heaven and cause and effect, one day one will also be burdened by karmic obstacles. Let us encourage each other."

"What if one day you have to bear this karmic burden as well?" Jiang Che asked rhetorically.

Lang Jiuchuan immediately replied, "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!"

Jiang Che: "!"

I understand, it means those who offend her should be punished!
She stopped in front of the Marquis of Zhenbei's gate, took a good look around, and the eagle, exhausted from its long journey, finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep.

Lang Jiuchuan's lips curled into a sinister smile.

She quietly went in, passed through the outer room, and went around the screen. Sure enough, she saw the person lying upright on the bed.

Lang Jiuchuan stood at the head of the Marquis of Zhenbei's bed, leaning slightly forward, his eyes fixed on him, his gaze like a knife, slicing across his face again and again.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was a sturdy man with a square face. Perhaps due to his long-standing reputation on the battlefield, even now, with his eyes closed and asleep, his face showed no trace of gentleness.

He had a scar on his jaw, probably from the battlefield. It looked a bit fierce, but it made him look sharp and cold, giving him an imposing presence.

Lang Jiuchuan's gaze swept over his left hand again. This man was really vigilant. If it were an ordinary person staring at him from the bedside, they would probably be bleeding on the spot. Who sleeps with their knife in hand?

Perhaps it was her presence that brought an invisible sense of oppression, but the Marquis of Zhenbei felt a pounding heart in his sleep, his brows furrowed and his eyelids twitched slightly, as if he were about to wake up.

"Honestly, if you stand here looking down at him like this, he'd be scared out of his wits if he suddenly woke up." Jiang Che jumped up silently and pressed against his chest, his aura slightly tense, and Zhenbei Hou's eyelids twitched even faster.

Lang Jiuchuan stroked his neatly manicured nails and said, "Do you think if I slit his neck now, wouldn't that solve everything?"

"Of course, at least the revenge for killing my father will be avenged."

"To die so easily in one's sleep is too good for him. How could he deserve it?" Lang Jiuchuan's voice was as cold as an ice pick, as if it wanted to pierce the mind of the person in front of him.

Lang Zhengfan's death was far from peaceful; it was unjust and painful. Meanwhile, those who plotted against him behind the scenes feigned loyalty and heroism. Xie Zhenming doesn't deserve a good death!
Lang Jiuchuan rapidly formed hand seals with two fingers, unleashing a spell of "Mountain of Knives and Sea of ​​Fire" towards the person on the bed. The spell, imbued with the intent of raging flames, aimed to penetrate his spiritual realm.

He let Lang Zhengfan suffer the agony of having his heart ripped out and die, so he himself will experience the agony of being burned alive.

However, things changed in that instant.

A golden shadow suddenly flew out of the Zhenbei Marquis's nostrils, heading straight towards Langjiuchuan with imposing momentum.

Lang Jiuchuan was shocked. She reacted quickly, changing the direction of her incantation and striking the shadow.

Two beams of golden light collided, and the room was filled with a flash of light.

Snap, hiss.

A faint hissing sound rang out, and the shadow retreated back to Zhenbei Hou. A golden transparent light shield protected Zhenbei Hou, who was staring menacingly in the direction of Lang Jiuchuan. His body exuded a chilling and fierce aura.

Jiang Che had already jumped onto Lang Jiuchuan's shoulder: "What the hell?"

Lang Jiuchuan stared intently and saw that the thing was no bigger than a fingernail. Its head resembled a dragon's head, but it had no horns or mane. Its golden carapace was smooth and fine, like an indestructible golden armor plate. Its mouthparts were shaped like a pair of scissors that opened and closed, with countless sharp barbs on the blades. When it opened and closed, it emitted a piercing, thunderous sound that made one's scalp tingle.

"Golden Armor Protective Gu?" She was somewhat surprised.

"Golden Armor Protective Gu?" Jiang Che exclaimed in surprise, "No, how could a general have such a treasure? Could it be that a spirit shaman gave it to him? What makes him so special? This thing makes him invulnerable to swords and spears. It's like giving him an extra life."

“The spirit witch’s memories do not include this Gu. He must have obtained it through other means. It’s just unknown who crafted it for him. To be able to craft such a protective Gu for him, the relationship must be quite close.” Lang Jiuchuan said with a chuckle, “Zuo Yan said that his fate was nearing its end, and that was indeed true. He really courted death. Having such a Gu on his body is like giving the Sage a piece of evidence for free.”

Jiang Che was not so optimistic: "Then you really can't keep training the eagle. With the golden armor protecting him, even if he is sentenced to beheading, he will be protected by this thing and escape with his life."

“He can’t escape.” Lang Jiuchuan sneered: “So what if he has the Golden Armor Protective Gu? I’ll catch it.”

Jiang Che: "?"

What did you say? Fish it?

Are you fishing here?

Lang Jiuchuan thought back to how wonderful it was that the Soul Searching Witch had been. She had learned the secrets she wanted to know, as well as some of her insights into raising Gu and the Gu incantations. Every Gu has a weakness, something it covets and is greedy for. As long as you use that thing, you can lure it, tame it, or kill it. This is commonly known as fishing for Gu.

Does the Gu have no weaknesses? No, it does; it also has things it likes.

Looking at the Marquis of Zhenbei's expression, Lang Jiuchuan said, "Furthermore, do you think the Golden Armor Gu's protection is so easy? It comes at a price. It protects its master, and the host must also protect it in return. All he can offer is his essence blood. If he wants to unleash the Gu's divine power, the price is even greater. How can an ordinary person like him control it? Every time it appears, his essence blood is depleted. And if he mishandles unleashing its power, someone without cultivation like him will surely die!"

　Dear friends, I finally couldn't hold on any longer. I humbly request a two-week leave of absence. Updates will be irregular and the timing uncertain. I'll save up some chapters and catch up when I have the energy later.

　　(End of this chapter)