The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 403 A Master of the Art of Playing Hard to Get

Cui Shi's demeanor, as if entrusting her son to someone else, terrified Cheng Mama and the others. Not only that, she also invited the Marquis, and while the old master was present, she announced that she wanted to adopt Lang Caicheng, the fourth son of the eldest son's family, as the heir of the second son's family.

Lang Zhengping was somewhat surprised. At this very moment?
Grandpa Cui was also somewhat surprised. Even if his granddaughter was a girl, she could still have an heir; he could simply find a husband to marry into the family.

"Brother, if you don't mind my asking for so much, please grant my request," Cui said weakly. "If the fourth son is adopted, and Pan gives birth to a grandson, he will be a descendant. Second Master will then have someone to offer incense and support, and I will have no more requests."

"Brothers and sisters..."

“My health is such that I might not be able to keep up at any time. While I’m still alive, I can still decide on the adoption of the second son. Do you really want Jiu Chuan to make the decision? No matter how capable she is, she’s just a child, a girl. She shouldn’t have to bear the stigma of being accused of overstepping her bounds.” Cui said calmly, “After this adopted son is adopted, everything from the second branch will be inherited by the fourth son. My dowry will all go to Jiu Chuan. Whether she wants it or not is her business, and how she decides to handle it is also her decision. Please have my eldest uncle and father bear witness for me, and please have the nanny remember this.”

Granny Cheng pressed down on her shoulders, sobbing uncontrollably, "Madam, how did things come to this?"

Old Master Cui's face darkened further, and he scolded, "If you're sick, get treatment! What are you doing saying all this? You can't even handle the slightest thing. Is this how the Cui family raised you?"

Cui did not argue, remaining calm and composed.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank even further.

"Mo Lan, go and get paper and pen to write a document."

Mo Lan wiped away her tears, took out paper and pen, and wrote a document according to Cui's dictation. She made three copies, and Cui personally affixed his private seal and fingerprint. Then she looked at Old Master Cui and the Marquis with pleading in her eyes.

When Old Master Cui looked at her lifeless eyes, his gaze swept over her, and his pupils contracted slightly. A strand of silver had appeared at her temples.

Seeing this sliver of white, Old Master Cui felt a pang of pain in his heart. His daughter had always been stubborn, and she was still the same now. He closed his eyes and said, "Do as you please."

He took out his personal seal, which he always carried with him, and pressed it down.

What else could Lang Zhengping say but agree?

Seeing this, Madam Cui put away one copy and gave each of them another, saying, "When we pay respects to our ancestors during Qingming Festival, let's ask the genealogy office to handle it. Don't bother with her, Granny..."

Before she could finish speaking, her energy dissipated, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

"lady!"

Qichi Pavilion was in complete chaos.

The sudden adoption of Lang Caicheng, the eldest son of the Cui family, caused quite a stir in the Lang family. However, Lang Jiuchuan, who was at the Wanshi Shop, was completely unaware of this and was currently carefully examining the bone bell.

The bones of this willow spirit possess spiritual energy, making them a suitable talisman. The person who crafted the bone bell must have possessed considerable cultivation, as the fact that the bone bell still retains a trace of spiritual energy after so many years is sufficient proof of that person's cultivation.

If that's the case, then it's really troublesome. The other party is still holding a demonic embryo, and who knows how far it has grown.

Lang Jiuchuan twirled the bone bell with his fingertips, then, having made up his mind, looked at the water spirit floating in mid-air beside him and asked, "Have you thought it through these past few days? Will you come with me, or go back to the water to cultivate?"

"What if I want to go back into the water?" the water spirit asked in return.

"Then I'll send you to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters."

The water sprite was somewhat surprised and said, "I'm so useful, yet you're willing to let me go?"

Lang Jiuchuan smiled faintly: "You can be useful, but you have to respect me first. If you don't respect me and betray me at a crucial moment, wouldn't that be like raising a tiger to cause trouble? If you want to go into the water, I'll find you a good mountain spring or lake, anything will do. Consider it a good deed, better than making enemies."

He stood aside, licking his paws and chuckling to himself. The words sound nice, but the truth is, if you're not convinced, I'll beat you until you are!

This person is a master of the art of playing hard to get! Sure enough, the water spirit fell for it, stammering, "What do you want me to do? If I hang on you, can I really cultivate too?"

Lang Jiuchuan said proudly, "I haven't fully recovered my strength yet, but I will never stop here. I will move forward all the way. Whenever I advance, won't you also enjoy the grace of heaven?"

The water spirit was somewhat tempted. Of course, it knew that when a cultivator advanced and passed through the tribulation of lightning, sweet rain would fall, which could nourish all things. But what use was cultivation?
It is simply the essence of water.

It blurted out the question subconsciously, and Lang Jiuchuan smiled: "What's the use? You'll probably feel fulfilled in a fleeting moment!"

The water crystal was taken aback.

Is it satisfactory?
“You are originally the essence of water, and this bone bell has spiritual energy. I will inscribe some spirit-gathering array patterns to gather spiritual energy. You can also attach yourself to it, so that your essence and the spiritual energy of the bone bell complement each other and are endlessly generated.” Lang Jiuchuan lightly tapped the bone bell with his fingertips and said, “When you have achieved success in your cultivation, you can even control the sound of the bell, either to bewitch people’s hearts or to attack, making it into any magical artifact you want.”

Hearing her words, the water sprite felt a pang of longing, but then suddenly became clever and said, "This bone bell must be very useful to you, right?"

"Of course, do you think I keep any useless people around me?" Lang Jiuchuan glanced disdainfully at a white tiger that was licking its fur incessantly as soon as it grew new fur.

It would be a lie to say it doesn't resemble a cat.

He jumped up and let out a low growl, implying something about me!
The water spirit had nothing to say, so she pretended to be arrogant and said, "Fine, it's all the same whether you're cultivating or not."

This is an agreement.

A hint of a smile flickered across Lang Jiuchuan's lowered eyes.

The reforging of the bone bell had to be done in one go, so Lang Jiuchuan first prepared some talismans and made some arrangements in the study to prevent the spirit from leaking out.

She felt a strange object in the large purse and pulled it out: "What's this?"

It was neither bone nor wood; it was somewhat translucent and only about half the size of a palm, a thin piece resembling a bone fragment.

"Huh?" He stood the wheel upright and said, "This is the one you brought out from that haunted house lake. How did it get like this? It was originally dusty and gray."

Lang Jiuchuan picked it up and examined it from all angles, but couldn't discern anything. After a moment's thought, she activated her Daoist intent and grasped the bone.

A surge of pure, powerful energy emanated from the bone fragment, and my palm suddenly felt cold.

Lang Jiuchuan was startled and loosened his grip. The bone suddenly transformed into a pale blue halo, which whizzed into the bone bell like a wisp of silk, and began to spin wildly in mid-air.

"Water Spirit, go inside." Lang Jiuchuan moved his hand, and Daoist energy flicked towards the Water Spirit, pulling it over and forcibly stuffing it into the Bone Bell.

When the water crystal enters the bell, a strange change occurs.

hum.

The bone bell rang without wind, emitting a clear and melodious tremor. The originally white bone bell was covered with fine, water-like blue-green patterns that appeared in a flash.

The aura is compelling.

Lang Jiuchuan and Jiang unconsciously formed a hand seal, guiding the spiritual energy into their meridians and circulating it throughout their body.

Buzz... Ding, the bell rang, and that indescribable yet pure and lively aura permeated his soul. Lang Jiuchuan sighed, "I've struck gold."

(End of this chapter)