The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 438 The Art of Praising Lang Jiu to Death
The Ten Thousand Souls Demon is an extremely Yin and evil secret technique of the ghost path. It uses eighty-one living souls as sacrifices to reverse Yin and Yang, allowing the practitioner to shed their ghost body and achieve an immortal and indestructible evil body, which can roam freely in the mortal world like a demon, and cannot be distinguished by a high-ranking Taoist master.

This method is extremely insidious and is a method of cultivating the ghost path. It is extremely vicious and is considered a forbidden technique in Taoism. Anyone who practices it will be punished by heaven.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Curse?" Gong Qi's expression changed drastically. He said, "I once read the Daoist manual left by the High Ancestor. It recorded that this technique is insidious. As long as more than half of the souls are dead, it can create an independent realm..."

He paused, by which time more than half of the eighty-one living souls had already passed.

They all looked towards the riverbank. April was more than halfway over, and the Five Poison Month was approaching. The river had already risen significantly. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there were turbulent undercurrents, concealing a huge, unknown crisis.

Shen Qinghe asked, "What exactly is that evil creature underwater? Can it really cultivate into the so-called Myriad Souls Demon?"

He only regretted that he hadn't read enough Taoist scriptures and strange tales these days, and he didn't know exactly what made the Ten Thousand Souls Demon so terrifying. But he could read faces, and just by looking at the solemn expressions of the two people, he knew the danger of this evil spell.

"There's a saying that collecting seven Dragon Balls can summon Shenron. Just think of this evil thing as using living souls as Dragon Balls," Lang Jiuchuan said calmly. "When the eighty-one living souls are gathered together, they will be devoured by the Myriad Souls Fiend. They will be imprisoned within this evil thing forever, becoming nourishment for its power. Because their souls are filled with resentment and cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation, their resentment becomes a fiend. The heavier the resentment, the stronger the power of this evil thing becomes. It will escape this water area with an immortal and indestructible evil body, transcending the Three Realms and Five Elements."

Shen Qinghe was horrified: "What exactly is this thing?"

"It's a water demon, a water demon."

A weak voice suddenly came. Everyone turned around and saw Yi Ce, who was pale, soaked, and carrying a three or four-year-old child who looked dazed.

Lang Jiuchuan walked over and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Gong Qi said, "Didn't he say that he's also a member of the Surveillance Department, sent by the Feng family? He's been stationed here to guard this area after the incident. Senior Brother Yi Ce, did you fight that water demon?"

Yi Ce nodded and handed the child over to him: "This child was dragged into the water. I rescued him and fought with it. It was a phantom spirit with a two-headed rotting corpse on its back. Its eyes were the size of walnuts, its body was black, and its fangs were like sharp spikes. It had great magical power."

He looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said with a wry smile, "If it weren't for your thunder talisman, I'm afraid I would have perished at the bottom of the water."

Everyone looked at Lang Jiuchuan, their eyes sparkling. She had such a good thing; they wanted it.

Lang Jiuchuan, however, looked at the lingering yin energy on his body and said, "You've been poisoned by corpse poison."

Yi Ce forced a smile and reached out his hand: "I can't hide it from you, fellow Daoist, save me!"

Everyone gasped in shock when they saw that there were two holes in the back of his hand, from which a dark and sinister aura emanated. His entire hand was swollen and black, looking as if it were useless.

Lang Jiuchuan told him to roll up his sleeves and saw that his forearm had already turned black due to the corrosive energy of the corpse poison. She immediately took out a golden needle, flicked her hand, and a row of golden needles were thrust into his arm. The Daoist rhyme brushed over the needle tails, and with a buzzing sound, the needle tails vibrated together.

Yi Ce's entire hand was trembling, and his pale face turned bright red. He felt his entire arm burning like lightning, hot and painful, unbearably itchy. But under the lightning fire needles, the bone-chilling Yin energy forced towards his palm and fingertips, so he clenched his teeth tightly.

Before long, under everyone's watchful eyes, black venom, as black as ink, seeped from between Yi Ce's fingers, dripping down in a foul stench, causing his face to change several times.

It goes without saying what would happen to a person if this corpse poison wasn't eliminated. As the poison was forced out, Yi Ce's complexion gradually improved, until his entire arm returned to its normal color. He also felt that the bone-corroding Yin Sha within his body had been eliminated.

Lang Jiuchuan removed the needles and gave him a pill, saying, "You've been poisoned by corpse poison, and there's still some yin energy left in your body. You can get rid of this yourself, so I won't bother."

"Great kindness needs no words of thanks." Yi Ce straightened his sleeves and solemnly performed a Maoshan Sect's teacher-thanking ceremony, showing his respect and gratitude to her as if she were his master.

There were also a dozen or so Taoists who came with him and those who stayed behind. Upon seeing this scene, they all looked at Lang Jiuchuan with burning eyes and awe. This was a master with real skills!
She possesses extraordinary skills and can even save lives; she uses her abilities to prove her worth!

After this ordeal, who would have any doubts? Even if they did, they wouldn't dare to oppose her. Who knows if they might have to ask her for help in the future?
Lang Jiuchuan's gaze swept over the crowd, then inadvertently swept over Ming Qing in the crowd, his eyes flashing and a cryptic smile appearing on his lips.

Ming Qing had been watching her closely, his expression unreadable, his brows furrowed. When he met Lang Jiuchuan's gaze, he lowered his head guiltily.

This woman is indeed not easy to deal with!

Lang Jiuchuan then looked at the child in Gong Qi's arms and asked, "How is he?"

"He was terrified and a bit disoriented. I performed a ritual to ward off evil spirits for him," Gong Qi replied.

Lang Jiuchuan nodded. Just then, a couple stumbled over, calling out for Tiezhu. When they saw the child in Gong Qi's arms, they burst into tears.

Gong Qi handed the child over, gave some instructions, left a talisman, and the two of them thanked him profusely and took the child back home.

To determine whether the water demon was refining the Ten Thousand Souls Evil, Lang Jiuchuan went to the mortuary. He saw the corpses that had not yet been buried, burned talismans, and saw green smoke entering the seven orifices. Everyone's faces turned grim.

It truly is a demon of ten thousand souls!

“The Water Demon is inherently an ethereal spirit. Having devoured so many living souls and essences, it has become quite powerful. Now it can control the waters underwater. If it cultivates the Myriad Souls Demon, it can condense a true physical body, undergo a complete transformation, and emerge from the water.” Lang Jiuchuan said with a grim face, clutching the Emperor Bell at his waist. “There are nearly fifty corpses here now, and they are all fresh ones that we can find. What about those that were dragged to the bottom of the water and haven’t been found? It’s hard to say how many are still missing. If we gather them all, its magic power will not only be underwater, but it will also be able to come ashore. At that time, not only will the underwater ghost realm become a ghost realm, but the entire Qiongshui Town will probably become a ghost realm on earth.”

A sense of heaviness settled over everyone.

They were all from the Taoist sect, so they naturally understood the meaning of the Langjiuchuan dialect. It meant that when the water demon reached perfection, the banks of the Qiong River would be completely transformed into a dead zone. Not only would aquatic creatures disappear and vegetation wither, but even living people could not escape the fate of approaching it. Once on land, it would be a living hell.

"Fellow Daoist Lang, since you have attained enlightenment through the Golden Lotus and possess righteousness, even the Surveillance Bureau specially came to ask you for help. This shows how great your abilities are. Surely you can easily annihilate this mere water demon?" Ming Qing said at this moment.

This sounds like praise for Lang Jiuchuan, but it also feels a bit sarcastic.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced over and said, "Are you trying to flatter me to death?"

(End of this chapter)