The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 457 If I try to save you, you'll only die faster.

When Lang Jiuchuan gets sarcastic, it's like he can kill without drawing blood.

With just a few words, she made the faces of the Daoist friends present, who were old enough to be her grandfather and great-grandfathers, turn purple with shame.

But she seemed oblivious and said, "I am a Taoist. Selflessness is not something I can cultivate. Unlike you seniors who have recited many scriptures and cultivated Buddhahood, you should not have asked me what I just said. You should have gone to ask me yourself."

Everyone: "..."

Zhi Shang's beard trembled, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Sorako: If she doesn't speak, she's actually a really pretty little girl!

The scene was as stiff as frost and snow in winter.

On his own royal territory, Tantai Cong couldn't stand Lang Jiuchuan's arrogance and said, "Your royal uncle is still your fiancé, are you just going to stand by and watch him die?"

"Oh, how did you know?" Lang Jiuchuan chuckled. "Don't tell me he's just some fiancé. Even if he were my husband, I wouldn't save him. We're complete strangers. Why should I trade my life for his? Just because he's vicious and cruel enough? Don't you even open your eyes and see what he looks like? Does he even deserve to be saved?"

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, and upon seeing it, they felt that Prince Jing was even closer to death.

His face was covered in livid mortis, his complexion was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was faint. Every breath he took sounded like that of a dying old man, and it carried a stench of blood. He was also shrouded in a layer of grayish, nauseating, and foul deathly aura.

Those present were all seasoned Taoists with years of cultivation and a certain level of expertise. They all knew that this was the manifestation of the backlash of karmic forces, and it was even more severe than for ordinary people. It was as sticky as oil, frantically devouring his last bit of life force.

How many sins must Prince Jing have committed to suffer such a severe backlash?
Lang Jiuchuan's aura suddenly turned cold. He pointed at Prince Jing and said, "He abused and killed two wives and countless innocent women. Now he is suffering the backlash of his karmic debt. It's just karma. He's dead, so be it. He's just paying the price for his life. What, do you think you can harm people without paying the price? The judges of the underworld keep a record of everything you've done. It's not that you won't be punished, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. You'll have to pay for it sooner or later."

As Lang Jiuchuan spoke, his gaze also swept over Rong Huanxuan, who was standing behind Elder Liu.

Hearing these suggestive words, Rong Huanxuan subconsciously looked up, her gaze meeting Lang Jiuchuan's icy stare.

That face was cool and beautiful, with a pair of bright and lively black eyes, but the depths of those eyes were filled with cold mockery, unfathomable.

She didn't mention a word about what the Rong family had done to her, but every word she spoke was directed at her.

Rong Huanxuan felt a chill rise up and quickly lowered her head, clenching her hands tightly. For some reason, a scene came to mind.

She admired her father and longed for him when she was two or three years old. When she met the man she was supposed to call "father," his eyes were filled with coldness and mockery. He ignored her expectations and left without even responding to her.

The same.

No, that's not right. The Lang Jiuchuan before her is just a possessed, wandering ghost. The real child, connected to her by blood, is long dead, even his soul...

Rong Huanxuan's soul swayed, her body became unsteady, and she looked pained. She involuntarily grabbed Elder Liu's robe.

Lang Jiuchuan narrowed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth. He glanced around and saw that many people had inscrutable expressions, but they were all suppressing their emotions and not letting them out, looking like they were enduring it.

She wore a mocking expression.

Even if she is an elder and blind, she is fully aware of Prince Jing's condition. How could she have the audacity to say such a thing and ask if she could save him?
How could they possibly find out about such a detrimental thing that damages one's vitality and destroys one's merits? Aren't they afraid of their Daoist hearts collapsing?

Tantai Cong was so shocked by Lang Jiuchuan's 'coldness' that she couldn't close her mouth. Even if that was what she thought, how could she say it so easily? Especially her tone, which clearly showed that she didn't take Prince Jing seriously. No, she didn't take the royal family seriously at all!

Why is this woman so arrogant? She forgot that the Lang family behind her, with their noble titles and marquisates, were all bestowed by the royal family, including the posthumous titles bestowed upon her dead father.

Even the powerful and wealthy who depend on the royal family for their livelihood dare not go against them, let alone her!

Too embarrassing!

Tantai Cong's eyes blazed with fury, and he was about to hurl a few angry words, but when he caught sight of Prince Jing's wretched state, he felt a chill in his heart and dared not say another word.

Lang Jiuchuan smiled again: "There's no way to save people. If you insist on me saving them, then I can reluctantly give it a try, but I guess they'll die even faster."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a jinx!" Lang Jiuchuan's smile was extremely chilling. He said, "I said it on the day the marriage was arranged: I'm destined to be a lone star and bring misfortune to my husbands. If the royal family dares to make a marriage alliance with me, they will be in trouble, including you relatives."

call!
As soon as she finished speaking, a huge gust of cold wind swept into the hall, accompanied by the tinkling of bells.

The sound of chains clanging rang in everyone's ears. They instinctively looked towards the source of the sound, but saw nothing. Their hearts pounded in their chests.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at it, and a crack that had silently split open in the void slowly transformed into a gate to the underworld. An overwhelming aura of deathly darkness surged out, and the chilling atmosphere instantly filled the entire bedchamber, turning the once brightly lit bedchamber into a dark and gloomy place.

Gong Tinglan gasped for breath, staring in astonishment at the person stepping out of the gaping, dark gate of hell. She immediately bowed deeply, bowing respectfully from afar.

He was shocked. If this was really Lang Jiuchuan's doing, then she was colluding with the underworld, no, she was in cahoots with them.

Those who saw Gong Tinglan's actions felt a chill. It was common knowledge that the young master of the Gong family was born with the Heavenly Eye. He must have seen something to show such behavior. And his actions were somewhat respectful. Could it be that...?

Kong Xuzi's eyes flashed, and he immediately bit his fingertip to draw a Heavenly Eye Talisman. He chanted an incantation, and the Heavenly Eye Talisman spontaneously combusted without fire. Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eyes and soon witnessed a terrifying scene.

A chilling, eerie aura enveloped a tall, thin, dark figure, his face obscured, but the distinctive tall hat bearing the four characters "Peace Under Heaven" and the long black robe made it clear to everyone who wore it.

A heavy black iron chain hung from his hand, its bar engraved with ghostly runes, winding and coiling like a black snake, rattling and sending chills down one's spine.

This is the Soul Reaper—Black Impermanence!

"Lord Wuchang." Kongxuzi bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with awe.

The crowd retreated in shock, trembling as they bowed.

Black Impermanence's cold and sinister gaze swept over everyone, then looked at Lang Jiuchuan, the only person present who did not bow. A hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes, but quickly disappeared.

How did this job end up in his hands? Old Bai, that cunning fellow, managed to escape quickly.

Lang Jiuchuan smiled at him, then looked at Rong Huanxuan, who had been led by Elder Liu to a shadowy corner and was trembling all over. A mischievous and malicious interest appeared in his eyes.

Rong Huanxuan seemed to sense something, raised her head slightly, and met her gaze. Her pupils suddenly contracted.