The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 411 Recruiting? How ungrateful!
Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him, who was dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe with white hair and beard but looked to be only in his early forties, Lang Jiuchuan felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and resentment. His eyes gradually turned red, and a picture inexplicably appeared in his mind.

The person before her used his magic to condense it into a sharp blade at his fingertips, and then used spiritual power to forcibly remove the white bone that emitted a faint spiritual aura.

He was expressionless, like a cold and ruthless weapon. He treated her as if she were a lifeless object, ignoring her fear and despair. His posture was arrogant, the kind of superiority and disdain that belonged to the strong.

Haha, you don't even care!

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were cold and sharp.

Lingxu Zhenren, ranked among the top five in the Rong family, is one of only two Foundation Establishment experts in the Dao realm. He must die by his own hand to appease the grievances of the deceased.

Master Lingxu was ordered to come here to search for the truth behind Zhengyangzi's death and whether any of his souls remained. However, upon entering the Ren residence, he unexpectedly saw Lang Jiuchuan.

No, this woman had already died at his and Zheng Yangzi's hands. The one currently occupying this body is some unknown wandering ghost. When he came in, he couldn't sense any trace of her presence.

"What kind of demon are you? How dare you possess someone and live a life of shame?" Lingxu Zhenren coldly questioned Lang Jiuchuan.

The same questions, the same questions, yet they showed no remorse or guilt for what they had done.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed with turbulent emotions. Just as she was about to make a move, she sensed that Old Master Cui had returned. She cursed and moved with incredible speed, rushing towards Lingxu Zhenren and unleashing a talisman.

boom.

Lingxu Zhenren's sleeves fluttered as he used his True Yang Qi to protect himself, shaking off the lightning power brought by the talisman. His body was unharmed, but his sleeves were charred as a result.

What a shame!
His expression was cold and stern. Seeing Lang Jiuchuan, that scoundrel, fleeing in a sorry state, he sneered, "Where do you think you're going, you demon!"

Lingxu Zhenren chased after Lang Jiuchuan.

When Old Master Cui re-entered the house, he couldn't even see Lang Jiuchuan's shadow. He frowned and wondered when she had left.
Never mind, I'll tell her later.

Lang Jiuchuan quickly used her Divine Speed ​​Technique to arrive at a mountain stream called Wangyue Tan on the outskirts of the city. Before she could calm down, a terrifying force attacked her from behind. The shockwave, carrying a murderous aura, struck her heavily like a sphere.

uh...

Lang Jiuchuan felt a slight pain in his heart, a metallic taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

This is the power of a Foundation Establishment expert.

But so what?

All fellow cultivators stronger than me now, if they are my enemies, will inevitably become stepping stones for my cultivation progress!

Be strong when you are strong.

"Demon, why don't you surrender?" The voice of Master Lingxu, who was rushing in from behind, was as loud as a bell, causing the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests to flee in all directions.

His response was three clear, resonant bell tolls, powerful enough to pierce gold and split stone.

Boom, boom, boom.

Lang Jiuchuan slightly raised his wrist, and the Emperor Bell held in his palm emitted a chilling, clear sound that made one's chest vibrate and one's blood surge, as it attacked Lingxu Zhenren.

The bells tolled, their power as thunderous as a roar.

The boulder beside Master Lingxu was struck by the sonic wave and shattered, turning into sharp fragments that flew towards him with the speed of a meteor and the force of thunder. *Pfft. Pfft.*

hiss.

The pebbles, enveloped in a protective aura, tore through his purple-gold Taoist robe. The pebbles grazed his face, leaving a bloody mark that made him cry out in pain, forcing him back a foot.

Master Lingxu put aside his contempt and stared at the Emperor Bell in Lang Jiuchuan's hand. The ancient bell, no bigger than the palm of his hand, was no different from the Emperor Bell of a certain celestial being that he had read about in ancient books, and it possessed boundless magical power.

A hint of greed flashed in his eyes, and the muscles on his face twisted with greed, while a strong desire to possess surged from his deep-set eyes.

However, Master Lingxu had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Although he was pleased with himself, he was not arrogant.

Regardless of what kind of magical artifact that little bell is, the fact that it can make Lang Jiuchuan unleash such power shows that her strength is not as weak as it appears on the surface. After all, magical artifacts require spiritual power to activate and unleash their power.

Without formidable cultivation and strength, even if she were given a celestial treasure, she wouldn't be able to unleash its full power; it would simply be a waste.

The fact that Lang Jiuchuan could make that small bell unleash such powerful force was proof of her strength, and that her cultivation was far ahead of many fellow cultivators.

Lingxu Zhenren stood in mid-air and said, "I do not know where you are from, and you rely on borrowing a corpse to survive. But Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. If you are willing to submit to my Xuan clan, I will petition the Heavenly Dao to allow you to live. I can also accept you as my disciple."

Lingxu Zhenren also cherishes talent. If he could recruit him and develop him into his disciple, with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he might not be unable to establish his own sect and become a renowned sect for generations to come. In that case, why would he need to be an elder under the Rong family?
Lang Jiuchuan sneered: "Old thief, if you commit suicide before me, I'll consider it. After you die, I'll inherit your mantle." Then I'll grind your bones to dust, scatter your soul, and prioritize filial piety above all else!
Master Lingxu was furious: "How dare you, you brat! You don't know what's good for you!"

If you won't listen to reason, then you'll have to suffer the consequences—kill me!
As soon as he finished speaking, he conjured a cloth banner the size of a woman's silk scarf from his sleeve. He murmured incantations, and the banner suddenly grew larger, from which a thick, malevolent black mist continuously poured forth.

"You ungrateful monster, today I will use your essence, blood, and soul to sacrifice to my Seven Fiends Banner! Hurry!" Master Lingxu pointed two fingers at the banner and struck Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan's gaze was icy as he looked at the much larger Seven Fiend Banner, his expression cold, and a surge of rage rising in his chest.

Looking at the so-called Seven Fiends Banner, it was neither cloth nor silk, but a blood-red color. The supple banner surface seemed to be made of human skin, with countless vengeful faces twisted and grotesque, as if they were about to burst out of the banner surface.

This is an evil object crafted from human skin and the most vengeful souls!
Heh heh, this so-called righteous person in front of me is nothing but a demon in human skin!
Lang Jiuchuan's grip tightened as he coldly watched seven thick, black, malevolent energies, each as thick as an arm, surge forth from the banner. They writhed wildly like giant pythons, their gaping maws formed from malevolent energy spraying out thick, sticky, and sinister black mist that surged and churned, enveloping the entire mountain stream.

The sky was pitch black, and the air seemed to be filled with a foul stench. The black mist turned into a thick, disgusting viscous liquid that seeped into every nook and cranny.

Sizzle, the slime is corroding the clothes.

Lang Jiuchuan had already protected his body with his protective aura. He let out a heavy hum, condensed the Daoist essence in his palm, poured it into the Emperor Bell, and then trembled his wrist.

clang.

"Radiant divine power, dazzling golden light, vanquishing evil and dispelling malevolence, break!" she shouted in a deep voice.

The heavy tolling of the bell, like the resounding bell beneath the Buddha's seat, echoed through the black mist, transforming into golden light that illuminated the mountain stream.

stab.

Golden light, like a dragon, mercilessly slashed at the filthy, resentful black mist. In an instant, it shone brightly, and wherever it passed, the black mist hissed, and the vengeful spirits howled as they were annihilated and scattered under the golden light.

"Pfft!" Master Lingxu spat out a mouthful of black blood and flew backward.

(End of this chapter)