The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 425 Put yourself to death and survive

Lang Jiuchuan just couldn't understand. Even if a shared soul contract was incredibly powerful, it would only amount to this much. Why would it have to be so desperate, even to the point of destroying the soul, to bring down a tribulation of lightning?
She looked at the purple lightning, which was gradually forming and was the size of a bowl. Its majestic power and immense pressure seemed to be pressing down on her straight spine, and then she understood.

It wasn't just to suppress Ning Long and the others' delusions, but also to suppress her arrogance and overbearing attitude.

As a celestial master, she intended to help two people perform a heaven-defying technique of one body and two souls. She should have suffered the karmic backlash of the five deficiencies and three lacks. This tribulation should have been her share. However, she not only did not take it seriously, but she even used this tribulation to temper the Emperor Bell and drew the power of lightning to the Emperor Bell. So bold and so arrogant!
Those who defy the might of Heaven will surely bear the weight of Heaven's might—that's perfectly fair!

This is also a warning.

Her possession of another body has already been vouched for by others. Heaven has spared her, so she should be warned and keep a low profile. But she insists on being so arrogant, so she has no reason to blame Heaven for suppressing her!
Lang Jiuchuan watched as the thunderclouds resembled ferocious beasts, the purple lightning bolts covering the temple grounds with a net of fine wires that climbed from her feet to her body and even to the top of her head. She felt numbness, unable to feel anything at all.

A sharp pain shot through her, making even her soul tremble, as if an invincible will was about to destroy her.

Lang Jiuchuan's anger flared up to its peak. By what right?
There are so many evil paths in this world. If they can live, why can't I? Why can't Ning Long and the others live?
Is the principle of Heaven truly just?
If you want to use this lightning pillar to force her to submit, then show her some way to convince her. If not, then don't blame her for being arrogant!
Boom.

As if sensing Lang Jiuchuan's resentment, the Soul-Destroying Lightning Pillar crashed down with pure destructive intent.

"If Heaven grants something and you do not take it, you will suffer the consequences; if the time comes and you do not act, you will suffer the calamity. Since you have given it to me, do not blame me for taking it by force!" Lang Jiuchuan roared angrily, her furious roar overpowering the rolling thunder. With an indomitable will, she clenched her fist in the air, her Daoist aura no longer restrained. Her pink lips hurriedly chanted the difficult reversal incantation, which was poured into the spinning Emperor Bell.

The Imperial Bell that blocked Ning Long and the others let out a mournful cry and a voice as angry as Lang Jiuchuan's. The lightning patterns covering the bell suddenly moved, and golden light flowed. After Lang Jiuchuan injected his mental power, it crashed into the thunder pillar that was crashing down, forcibly intercepting the purest and most righteous lightning power in the pillar. It was a lightning snake that had condensed into a physical form.

Lang Jiuchuan was the same. Her rebellious nature was stirred up, and she seemed to have found an outlet. She formed a hand seal with her ten fingers, quickly touched her brow, and completely opened up the protective qi. Instead of resisting it, she drew lightning into her body to rebuild her meridians.

The scorching power of lightning, as hot as magma in a hellish inferno, surged and coursed through her, as if to incinerate her entire being, leaving her without any life.

Her face was deathly pale, with veins bulging on her forehead and neck. Her skin was red and burning hot, like parched earth cracking, with blood seeping from her pores and cracks. She quickly became a gruesome, blood-soaked figure.

Even transcending the Heavenly Tribulation is nothing more than this.

But how can we admit defeat?
Her enemies are not all dead, her memories have not been recovered, and she knows nothing about what happened in her past life. She cannot die!

Watching her grit her teeth and voluntarily embrace the power of lightning with an almost self-destructive frenzy, Jiang Che couldn't help but feel shocked and awed.

This is the craziest person it has ever seen!
She was also the only woman he truly respected!
How dare she!
She is not afraid of death, so it is too.

He drew away the metal energy that had been protecting him and rushed into the lightning circle, guiding the remaining lightning power into his body, just like Lang Jiuchuan.

Ning Long let out a shrill scream, his soul weakened, and his entire body arched backward. The mighty power of the Heavenly Might, which was enough to tear apart the soul, caused him to explode. Ning Zhe, who was tightly protected by the Linglong Pagoda, was even more weak and on the verge of dissipating.

"Ninglong, return to your position and unite in harmony!" Lang Jiuchuan roared, and a pure thought entered his brow.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ning Long steadied her senses and, with that deep-seated obsession, forced Ning Zhe into her body.

He wants to live!
Driven by unwavering conviction, one can defy the might of Heaven.

When his soul fully entered his body, he felt as if he had fallen from mid-air to the ground, while the meridians in his body ached so much that he trembled violently, as if an electric snake was rapidly moving through his body, but wherever it moved, the meridians became stronger.

Ning Long, however, was overjoyed. He felt the pain, and with it, he felt the source of new life. He made a vow with his soul: "To live and die together, to be interdependent in soul and life."

zizi.

The electricity within him seemed unwilling, but it quickly dissipated. On the other hand, Lang Jiuchuan received the purest and most righteous thunderous power. His already narrow meridians, which were not yet fully repaired and replenished with blood and qi, were forcibly stretched open, brutally widened and reinforced by that powerful and tyrannical force.

The excruciating pain of having his meridians torn and then reassembled caused Lang Jiuchuan to tremble violently, his consciousness on the verge of collapse.

This is her duel with Tianwei.

She never admits defeat.

Lang Jiuchuan spat out a mouthful of blood essence, his hands trembling as he formed hand seals, guiding the lightning power that was expanding his meridians into his dantian. With a resolute and indestructible will and strength, he condensed it, repeatedly refining and compressing it. Finally, just as his consciousness was about to dissipate, he completely condensed pure and violent lightning essence in his dantian, and then fed it back to the meridians of his limbs and bones.

To die and then to live.

clang.

Suddenly, the Imperial Bell emitted a clear and melodious sound, hovering above her head.

Lang Jiuchuan lay on the ground, her eyes half-open, watching a purple-gold electric snake coiling inside the Emperor Bell. She twitched her lips as she felt the immense power, both supremely yang and powerful, and brimming with vitality, flowing into her body and sweeping through her limbs and bones.

clang clang.

Two more powerful and majestic bell tolls echoed through the heavens, carrying a resounding question.

Above the long-dilapidated temple, as the bell tolled, the thick black clouds seemed unable to hold on any longer. The lightning hidden within flickered a few times, somewhat unwillingly, and then dispersed sullenly, like a defeated rooster.

The clouds dispersed and the thunder subsided.

All things were silent.

The sky returned to a clear blue, and suddenly, a rainbow bridge appeared, followed by a gentle rain.

A mist imbued with spiritual energy descended from the sky, gently falling upon Lang Jiuchuan and the others, washing away the wounds and blood from her face, repairing her skin, and even causing her burnt hair to grow back.

Lang Jiuchuan let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and he relaxed his mind, letting the sweet rain nourish him.

This is a gift from heaven and earth.

A slap followed by a sweet treat—that's the way of Heaven!

Lang Jiuchuan closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Meanwhile, the ghost had already appeared on the Rainbow Bridge and, carrying Ning Shaosi, flashed back to the dilapidated temple. Rain fell from the sky, and all things could receive it.

He looked at Lang Jiuchuan, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Who in the world was as arrogant as her? It was a divination technique that was supposed to damage one's merits, but she turned it into a tribulation to seek rain and turned misfortune into blessing.

“Lang Jiuchuan…” His voice was deep, as if filled with endless admiration.

　"If you do not seize an opportunity given by Heaven, you will suffer misfortune; if you do not act when the time comes, you will suffer calamity." This saying comes from Liu Xiang's "Shuoyuan·Tancong" in the Western Han Dynasty. It means that if you do not seize the opportunity given by Heaven, you will suffer misfortune; if you do not act when the time comes, you will suffer disaster. It emphasizes the importance of seizing opportunities.

　　(End of this chapter)