The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 415 Who did it? Lang Jiuchuan!
Lang Jiuchuan's soul floated out of her body, which terrified Jiang Che. He rushed over and pinned her down.

"Where are you going?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at his blood-covered body and said weakly, "My spiritual energy has been greatly depleted, and my soul can no longer stay in my body."

Winning a challenge against someone of a higher level is exhilarating, but the price is enormous. Her two souls and five spirits are weakened by the depletion of spiritual energy, and she can no longer even contain her physical body.

Ultimately, she was just a mortal, just like Ling Xu. No matter how high her talent or how strong her cultivation, she couldn't overcome the fact that she was just a mortal.

Jiang Che cursed, "Quickly summon Little Nine Towers! Where's Wooden Fish? That dead piece of wood is utterly useless. It can't even take you in willingly. What's the point of having it? It's trash!"

As soon as it finished speaking, Xiao Jiuta emerged from Lang Jiuchuan's body and slammed into Jiang Che, cursing it, "Don't even think about coming in to recuperate!"

Lang Jiuchuan was dragged inside.

Jiang Cheben, whose spiritual energy was also depleted, was knocked over and tumbled several times. He was so angry that he cursed, "No wonder you're such a wooden fish, you have no humanity whatsoever..."

"Stop arguing, rest quickly, we still have to go to Qingyang Temple!" Lang Jiuchuan's voice came from inside the Nine Pagodas: "Xiao Shui, wrap my body up."

Water essence floated out from the bone bell, transforming into a giant water sphere that enveloped Lang Jiuchuan entirely, using its essence to cleanse and nourish her wounds and blood.

Jiang Che snorted sullenly, limped over to her body, knelt beside the bone bell, absorbed its spiritual energy, and converted all the remaining spiritual power of Lingxu's remnant soul into his own.

The mountain stream returned to calm, with only a few small animals, still shaken, quietly turning back. Seeing the water sphere, they fearlessly approached, secretly absorbing some of its spiritual energy.

Rong clan territory.

The Rong family head was meditating and seeking enlightenment when suddenly his brows furrowed, he opened his eyes, and his voice boomed like a bell: "What's all this panic about?"

Someone tumbled in from outside, knelt down with a thud, and said in a panic, "Patriarch, something terrible has happened! Elder Lingxu, his... his life tablet has exploded!"

The Rong family head's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up abruptly. He took three steps in two and went out the door, quickly disappearing from the scene and arriving at the secret room where the life tablets of the clan members were kept.

The secret chamber was meticulously constructed, not only equipped with arrays and guarded by dedicated personnel, but also kept burning with ever-burning lamps and top-grade agarwood. It could both protect the life according to the life tablet and nourish the soul consciousness of the life tablet.

But now, Ling Xu's life tablet has been shattered into pieces, which means that he has perished, and even his soul is gone.

Like Zheng Yangzi, no, compared to Zheng Yangzi, he died a more tragic death.

The Rong family head stared at the specially made fragments of the life tablet with a livid face. His lips were pressed into a straight line, and his face was not only as cold as ice, but also filled with disbelief and fear.

again.

Another elder of the Rong family, who ranks among the top five, has died. Who did it?

Ling Xu was just escorting Xuan'er to Qingyang Temple and incidentally investigating Zheng Yangzi's death. What happened? Now he's gone.

Oh no, Xuan'er is in danger!
The Rong family head immediately went to check Rong Huanxuan's life tablet. Fortunately, there was no crack at all, but the life tablet was covered with a dark aura. His eyelids twitched, and he turned around and left, saying to the people behind him, "Don't leak the news."

"Yes."

As the Rong family head stepped out of the secret chamber, he looked up and saw a large patch of dark clouds that exuded an ominous aura, making his already unpleasant face even darker.

Everything goes wrong.

Where exactly did things go wrong? The Rong family head hurried back to his cave, first taking out a teleportation talisman to summon Rong Huanxuan back, then taking out yarrow stalks, a Bagua diagram, and other items and placing them in front of him, his face ashen.

Since Xuan'er's accident, the Rong family has been on a downward spiral. Not to mention the disciples they had lost in succession, two elders with great cultivation levels have now perished, one of whom was even at the Foundation Establishment stage. This makes him extremely uneasy, feeling that a great calamity for the Rong family is imminent.

He had a hunch in his heart but dared not admit it. But now, he had to think about it more deeply. Could it be because of that child?

The Rong family head closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with coldness and ferocity.

No matter who it is, the Rong family cannot fall.

The Rong family head composed himself, washed his hands, burned incense, lit talismans, and then began to form hand seals, concentrating intently on using yarrow stalks for divination. He wanted to find the person who had caused the Rong family repeated setbacks.

Incense smoke swirled around the cave.

As the Rong family head's face grew paler and paler, the final hexagram fell, and the divination result appeared in his eyes.

A slender girl came into his line of sight. She slowly turned around, her cold and aloof eyes seeming to pierce through time and space as she met his gaze. Her eyes were filled with icy killing intent and mockery.

The Rong family head's pupils contracted. Her face was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar; it was her, yet not her.

Suddenly, his chest heaved with blood and qi, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The yarrow stalks and the Bagua diagram on the table exploded with a bang, scattering fragments everywhere.

The Rong family head clutched his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked dejected, and his spiritual energy dissipated rapidly.

He staggered and pulled a brocade box from the shelf inside the room. He opened it, poured out a vermilion pill, swallowed it, calmed his disordered blood and qi, sat cross-legged, formed a mudra, and regulated the flow of qi in his meridians.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again. His chest still ached slightly, but that didn't compare to the anger and a hint of complexity in his eyes.

It had to be her.

Is this fate?

Or perhaps it's all fate, a matter of cause and effect!
Lang Jiuchuan, who exactly is this person in the body? How could he single-handedly bring the Rong family to such a state of ruin?

If we hadn't gone against Xi Yun's wishes and had brought the child back directly, would none of this have happened?
The Rong family head was somewhat agitated. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he shook off the thought. It was impossible. There are gains and losses. He couldn't have his cake and eat it too.

"Master, the Fourth Madam requests an audience," the young Taoist priest outside the door announced cautiously.

The Rong family head sternly rebuked, "I will not see her! Issue my order: Fourth Madam has offended the family head and is hereby confined to Yun Garden. She is not to leave without my permission!"

This woman is so annoying! If she weren't so ignorant, how could she have caused so much trouble and even caused the Rong family to lose two elders, making the Rong family's already precarious position even worse? If she weren't Xuan'er's mother, he would have killed her long ago. Stupid woman!
"Yes."

The Rong family head picked up a broken yarrow stalk, his eyes deep and thoughtful. "Lang Jiuchuan, this woman deserves to die, but we cannot only punish the Rong family."

The news of Madam Rong's confinement quickly spread throughout the clan territory. In a forbidden area where no one dared to set foot, a man dressed entirely in white sat in a wheelchair, reading a copy of the Yan Hua Jing. A few steps behind him, a Taoist boy dressed in black quietly relayed the news.

Rong Qingcang, the fourth master of the Rong family, kept his eyes fixed on the scriptures and said calmly, "If they die, they die. It doesn't matter if they all die out."

He doesn't care.

(End of this chapter)