The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 458 You will have to pay back sooner or later if you come out to hang out.
Rong Huanxuan felt a sudden panic, her intuition telling her that danger was imminent and she should leave the place as soon as possible.

But with Lang Jiuchuan staring at her like that, her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she couldn't move at all.

She lowered her eyes, closed them, and kept reciting the Rong family's unique cultivation mantra, forcing herself to calm down. Although it was very quiet around her, she felt cold all over. That chilling aura came from all directions, surrounding and engulfing her, trying to draw out her darkest secrets.

Thumping.

Rong Huanxuan heard the strong, pounding heartbeat in her chest.

As everyone could see, the Black Impermanence's soul-snatching chains, like a cold, venomous snake, suddenly came to life, carrying a chilling wind, and precisely coiled around the neck of Prince Jing, who was lying on the couch breathing weakly.

Tantai Cong took two steps back in terror and fell to the ground with a thud. He tried to scream, but only a few hoarse sounds came out of his throat.

When a person is in extreme fear, they cannot make a sound, just like him.

No one present dared to move, their bodies stiff as they watched the Black Impermanence's soul-reaping actions, their fingertips icy cold. They could not stop it, nor did they dare to.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed, and as she watched this scene with a cool expression, her fingertips, hidden under her sleeve behind her back, trembled slightly. She held the Judge's Pen in her palm, shrunken it to the size of her hand, and twirled it.

Black Impermanence's eyelids twitched, and he cursed Old Bai in his heart. He took out the Book of Life and Death and said in a very official manner: "Da Dan Tantai Jing has reached the end of his life and his sins have been fulfilled. He shall be arrested and brought to justice."

His tone was icy cold and flat, hoarse and sinister. As soon as he finished speaking, the soul-snatching chains wrapped around Prince Jing's neck tightened suddenly, and dark ghostly energy, like snakes, burrowed into his mind, forcibly dragging his three souls and seven spirits out of his body.

Above the chains, a phantom image of the Mirror of Retribution appeared, reflecting the various sins committed by Prince Jing. The scene of him torturing and killing his wife was particularly gruesome, and everyone's faces turned black.

This is the root of the backlash from the karmic force. No wonder the King of Hell's decree was placed on him. It's outrageous and infuriating. Before that, they were even thinking about whether to save him or not, and even asked Lang Jiuchuan to save him.

Everyone felt ashamed.

Tantai Cong's face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, his lower body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed softly, a stench of urine spreading out.

At that moment, Lang Jiuchuan moved. With her judge's pen, she quickly drew a Taiyin Refining Talisman in Rong Huanxuan's direction. The dark blue talisman exploded silently, transforming into a dark mirror made of pure Yin energy. It seized the evil power and dark light from the Soul-Hooking Chains. When the mirror could no longer withstand it, it began to twist and shift, covering Rong Huanxuan's head.

hum!
The mirror trembled, emitting a faint buzzing sound, which drew everyone's attention.

The scene suddenly changed.

A brightly lit cave chamber was filled with eerie blood-red runes. On the ground, a formation drawn with blood exuded an ominous and dark aura. Inside the formation, Rong Huanxuan sat cross-legged, her forehead also adorned with blood runes, her beautiful face twisted and grotesque.

Before her, a transparent soul was bound by a talisman, connected by a line to the blood talisman on her forehead, and was emitting a painful, shrill scream.

As Rong Huanxuan rapidly formed eerie hand seals, her aura grew increasingly dark and strange. The soul that had been living was forcibly refined by the invisible, sinister power as she formed the hand seals, turning into blood-red light that flowed into her divine soul and consciousness.

Lang Jiuchuan's face was cold and fierce, and his whole body trembled slightly.

So that's how it is.

This was no ordinary soul-devouring technique; it was a blood sacrifice to replenish the soul, using one soul to replenish another, and using the resentment of the soul to transform into vital energy to replenish her essence. A malevolent aura surged from the depths of her body, enveloping her entirely. Lang Jiuchuan endured it, clenching her teeth and swallowing the blood that seeped out.

She looked again into the Taiyin Mirror. Inside Rong Huanxuan's body, a Dao root that had long been broken, cracked, and blackened was being introduced and covered by another fresh Dao root that emitted a pure white fluorescence. A turbid, blackish blood energy tightly bound them together, merging them into one.

As the root tightened, a thick, ink-like black aura covered it, then penetrated the meridians, absorbing her vital essence and greedily rampaging through the pure and righteous energy.

The scene shifts again, revealing another fresh soul radiating golden light of merit, being refined, devoured, and transformed into nourishment, time and time again.

Strands of demonic energy clung to her Dao roots like a leech, and her Dao heart was covered by a black aura like a spider's web—the demonic energy of her inner demons.

clang.

A bell rang out from somewhere.

The mirror suddenly disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, everyone found themselves still in Prince Jing's bedchamber, but the scene from just moments ago...

They looked at Rong Huanxuan beside Elder Liu in shock. Was the scene just now an illusion, or did it actually happen?

At this moment, Rong Huanxuan was invaded by the pure Yin energy. Her body trembled violently, her face contorted in a ferocious expression, and she made a piercing, sharp sound from her throat. She suddenly opened her eyes, which were bloodshot, as if she were possessed by a demonic cultivator.

Kong Xuzi was horrified: "You actually dared to sacrifice a living soul to replenish your vital energy! This is a forbidden technique! How could the Rong family possess such a demonic forbidden technique!"

Elder Liu felt a chill run down his spine. He knew Rong Huanxuan was acting strangely, but he never expected it to be like this. How dare she? Does the patriarch know?
No, how could he not know!

It’s over.

Rong Huanxuan was terrified. The moment the mirror of evil appeared, her usual arrogance and nobility shattered completely, replaced by fear and rage. All the color drained from her face, leaving only a horrifying paleness.

How could this be? No way!
She froze, staring at the horrified and furious questioning looks on everyone's faces. She abruptly turned her head, her gaze, sharp as poison on a blade, fixed on Lang Jiuchuan's face, and shrieked, "It was you! You evil spirit, you harmed me and destroyed my foundation! Kill her! Elder Liu, kill her for me!"

Her eyes were filled with venom, her voice was distorted by extreme panic, harsh and unpleasant, and her whole body exuded a sinister and violent demonic aura.

Rong Huanxuan is about to lose control!
Gong Tinglan, holding a purple bone flute, stood in front of Lang Jiuchuan with a cold and stern expression. Pointing the flute at Rong Huanxuan, he said, "The Mirror of Karma has revealed itself, leaving nothing hidden. We fellow Daoists can see it clearly. Your blood sacrifice to replenish your soul essence is a forbidden technique. With Lord Black Impermanence here, do you still dare to distort the truth?"

His eyes were sharp as lightning. With a tap of his finger, the purple bone flute shot out a beam of purple light towards her: "Practicing forbidden techniques against the heavens and defying humanity, you have willingly fallen into depravity, no different from falling into the demonic path. You are a disgrace to my Xuan Clan and the Daoist sect. We cannot tolerate you. The Rong family must give you an explanation!"

The purple light burst forth, like a rope carrying a fierce and malevolent aura, binding her.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped out from behind Gong Tinglan, a cold smile curving his lips: "What goes around comes around!"

Rong Huanxuan was shocked. Once the purple bone rope entangled her, her soul trembled violently. She instinctively struggled and screamed, "Shut up! What do you know? Ugh..."

　I've revised it so many times, but it's still not good enough. I'm such a loser!
　　(End of this chapter)