The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 416 Qingyang Temple Exterminates Evil Ghosts
During the Qingming Festival in April, Qingyang Temple was bustling with people, and women carrying bamboo baskets filled with incense, candles, and offerings could be seen everywhere.

Qingyang Temple is usually bustling with worshippers, but not as prosperous as it is today. The reason for the large crowds this year is that news had already spread that the young master of the Rong family of the Xuan clan would join the Taoist priests of Qingyang Temple to knock on the gates of hell and send wandering souls to the Yellow Springs for reincarnation.

Such grand events only take place twice a year, and with the Xuan Clan's heir presiding over them, they attract even more people. This is not only due to the excitement of participating in such a grand event, but also because people want to catch a glimpse of the mysterious Xuan Clan heir.

Lang Jiuchuan mingled in the crowd without being jostled, partly because her aura was icy cold, almost inhuman, which many found unlucky and kept at least three feet away from her.

In fact, this person's face was as white as a ghost, how could it not make people feel scared?

Lang Jiuchuan didn't care about the strange looks from others. She carried Jiang Che, who was also weak, and walked step by step up to Qingyang Temple, her eyes calm as still water.

She narrowly escaped Lingxu's defeat, and her soul was so weak that she couldn't even stay in her physical body. Fortunately, she had the Little Nine Towers and the Bone Bell, otherwise she would have been unable to get up for a long time due to the backlash, let alone come to Qingyang Temple.

"Do you really think we'll see Young Master Rong here at Qingyang Temple?" Jiang Che asked her listlessly.

Lang Jiuchuan pinched the back of its neck and said, "It's hard to say. The Rong family would have noticed the fall of someone like Ling Xu immediately. If they had taken it seriously enough, they wouldn't have let their young master take such a risk, just in case."

In fact, she didn't sense anything unusual or resonate with anything. If Rong Huanxuan came, she would definitely be able to resonate with her because she had the same body and bloodline as Rong Huanxuan.

But she didn't feel it now. Even though she was severely injured and hadn't recovered, it wasn't difficult to sense even a little bit, so it can only be said that she hadn't reached that point yet.

"You've swallowed Lingxu's soul, refine it properly, and keep quiet." Lang Jiuchuan pressed down on Jiang Che's tiger head.

Everyone has been exhausted, so take advantage of the time to recover and don't waste your energy.

Jiang Che said no more, closed his tiger eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Lang Jiuchuan put it into her pagoda bag, when she was suddenly bumped into and stumbled. She steadied herself and looked up. A man with swollen eyelids stared into her eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and somewhat violent, but he quickly lowered his head and tried to run away.

"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I force you to come out?" Lang Jiuchuan asked calmly, holding his hand.

The man was startled, then put on a roguish grin and said, "Hey, you little wench, what are you doing, holding a man's hand in broad daylight, acting all crazy!"

The commotion drew the attention of those around, who turned to look and began pointing and whispering.

Lang Jiuchuan's expression turned cold as he stared at the man, a flash of purple-gold light passing through his eyes.

The man was startled, his pupils instantly turning crimson. He looked at the pale hand gripping his wrist; it was a small hand that could break at the slightest touch, yet it held him firmly, immobilizing him.

Not only that, but his wrist was also burning hot, sizzling and steaming, as if his soul was being burned. The man was shocked and angry, and shouted: "What are you doing? Let me go! Help! There's a crazy woman who's being a hooligan!"

Lang Jiuchuan held him with one hand, took out a talisman with the other, held it between two fingers, and stuffed it straight into his wide-open mouth.

"Roar!" The man cried out in pain, howling like a madman. His face twisted in fury, and as the talisman burned in his mouth, a terrifying and hideous face appeared on his face.

"Ahhh, look at his face, he's possessed by a ghost!" someone screamed in terror, and they all backed away.

"You stinking woman, mind your own business!" the man roared at Lang Jiuchuan, his ghostly face now fully exposed, looking even more ferocious and vicious.

What a hassle.

Just as Lang Jiuchuan was about to use the spiritual power he had just recovered a little bit of, he heard a shout from his left: "Flame essence flows with fire, divine might is awe-inspiring, restraining ghosts and destroying evil, breaking filth and eliminating pestilence, I obey the ancestral master's decree!"

A peach wood sword descended from the sky and cleaved down the ghostly face that had protruded out.

"Ah!" The evil spirit screamed in agony, its piercing cry causing the timid among it to faint instantly. Others scrambled backward, some falling to the ground in a panic. Screams, cries, and agonizing screams filled the air.

Lang Jiuchuan's temples bulged with veins, and his face darkened. He watched as the evil spirit was hacked at by a reckless person, hissing and emitting black smoke, but he fiercely struck the chest of the possessed man.

This is a recipe for disaster for him.

Without a second thought, Lang Jiuchuan summoned his talisman brush and drew out the evil spirit. Before the evil spirit could be terrified and desperate, he struck it with a lightning talisman.

Such a wicked demon, why bother reincarnating? Don't waste your reincarnation number.

There was a loud bang.

The evil spirit turned into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing completely, its soul scattered.

The surroundings were as quiet as a chicken's nest.

"Oh dear, it's all thanks to Fellow Daoist Qingyi! If it weren't for you, this evil spirit would have really gotten away." Yi Ce excitedly ran towards Lang Jiuchuan with open arms, but seeing her pale face, he exclaimed, "Who did you fight with and got a backlash?"

Lang Jiuchuan frowned and said, "You're still as reckless as ever."

Yi Ce said sullenly, "This evil spirit has already taken several lives. I went through tremendous effort to catch him, intending to send him to the underworld when Qingyang Temple opened its gates. But at the foot of the mountain, I was pushed into the water, and the ghost-locking talisman got wet, allowing him to escape. I didn't expect this guy to find someone to possess him in such a short time. Ugh, this unlucky ghost, his yang essence must have been drained by a woman, no wonder he's so unlucky to be possessed..."

He kicked the man lying on the ground with bruises on his eyelids and clicked his tongue in disgust.

“Since he’s a wicked ghost who has taken several lives, just smash him and be done with it. Why make him reincarnate? He almost caused trouble.” Lang Jiuchuan rolled his eyes at him and said, “This person, and the people behind him, you’ll have to clean up the mess yourself.”

She walked past the unlucky man on the ground and went into the temple.

Yi Ce poked the unlucky man's philtrum hard with his fingernail. When he woke up, he said, "You're possessed by a ghost. Go to Qingyang Temple, grab a handful of incense ash, mix it with water, and drink it. Also, get a talisman to wear to get rid of the bad luck. And if you want to save your life, stay away from brothels."

After he finished speaking, he chased after Langjiuchuan. As for those who fell, whether they died or not, it was none of his business.

man:"?"

Can someone tell him what happened, what kind of ghost possessed him?

Lang Jiuchuan stood in front of the main hall of Qingyang Temple, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at the direction behind the hall, where she felt a resonance with her bloodline.

He is the young master of the Rong family.

She actually dared to come.

Lang Jiuchuan dashed off in that direction at lightning speed.

Yi Ce chased after him, only to see a shadow. He blinked and followed.

　Disclaimer: This is a long novel with an outline. The main plot and structure were decided long ago; only minor details were cut and modified. If you're looking for a female protagonist who suddenly appears like a goddess, dominating the world and avenging her enemies, that's impossible. Absolutely impossible with me.

　　This female lead, she's the kind of person who bumps and bruises but never dies, that's right, the author won't allow it! What, what kind of good person writes a book where the female lead dies and dies again, is that still a female lead? Fantasy novels are all about leveling up through danger, so she's bound to survive.

　　If I write about the protagonist's incredible abilities, people say it's too overpowered; if I write about them not being powerful enough, people say it's not engaging enough. I can't find the right balance. I'll point to other authors and just write according to my own established pace!
　　Hey, don't push me. While I'm sick, I might go crazy. At most, I'll stop writing books and start setting up a stall!
　　That concludes my presentation!
　　(End of this chapter)