The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 473 This woman's methods are unpredictable.
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When the Rong family head learned that Emperor Anhe had withdrawn his order and only allowed Lang Jiuchuan to enter the Canglan Temple for cultivation, his face turned ashen. He smashed a black jade chessboard on the ground and crushed the communication jade talisman into powder with his large hand.

"Useless trash!" he cursed angrily, his face dark.

An emperor above all people, with such divine power, couldn't even control a little girl, and was even manipulated and intimidated by her. What a useless piece of trash.

He thought of Lang Jiuchuan again. His repeated attacks had all been neutralized by her. Was her luck really that good? Who exactly was she? Why was she born into such a crippled body and willing to fight to the death for it? Was it just because of karma?
Having lived a life of great success and possessing extraordinary talent, and having held power over his clan for decades, how could he have ever suffered such repeated setbacks and humiliations?
His daughter's cultivation was crippled in public, her foundation destroyed, and her life hanging in the balance. He was forced to be executed in public, sacrificing his own family for the greater good, and suffering excruciating poison. The secret that should never have been revealed was also exposed in public, causing him to lose face in front of the major Xuan clans and be unable to hold his head up.

Nowadays, rumors about Rong Huanxuan's unknown background and the Rong family head's incestuous relationship are rampant, ruining the Rong family's centuries-old reputation.

All of this was brought about by Lang Jiuchuan; she is the calamity of the Rong family!
If only he had known, he shouldn't have taken chances and been greedy enough to spare her life and send her to the Lang family. He also shouldn't have allowed that vile woman Xi Yun to carry out her schemes as a woman in the inner quarters.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Regret fueled the Rong family head's hatred to its extreme.

Lang Jiuchuan must die, she must die in the most painful and desperate way, only then can he be satisfied with the hatred in his heart!

A mad and sinister light flashed across the Rong family head's cloudy eyes. He entered the inner room, took out a long-treasured communication jade talisman, hesitated for a moment, but still sent the message into it.

This woman's methods are unpredictable and mysterious. He probably won't be able to accomplish anything with her abilities. Let someone who fears her growth even more take the lead.

"Master, the young master has woken up," the young disciple whispered from outside the door.

The Rong family head trembled, and in a flash, he went to the Taoist temple where Rong Huanxuan lived. Sure enough, she was lying quietly on the couch, like a broken porcelain doll, her face withered, her eyes lifeless, staring blankly at the roof beam above her head.

She remained unmoved even by the noise until the Rong family head spoke: "Xuan'er."

Rong Huanxuan stiffened her neck and turned her head, focusing her gaze. When she saw him, her eyes flashed with intense resentment and hatred. This was the man who had destroyed her foundation.

Having raised her for nearly twenty years, the Rong family head knew her character all too well. Seeing her current expression, he knew what she was thinking, so he said with a stern face, "As the young master, you should know the responsibilities of a young master, and you should also know that the interests of the family are above all else, including centuries of reputation. It is more important than personal matters. You must understand my good intentions. I have no choice but to do this."

Rong Huanxuan didn't speak, but clenched her teeth tightly, blood seeping from her gums and staining her pale lips red. Her phoenix eyes, which resembled those of the Rong family head, turned crimson, her hatred turning into raging anger.

She didn't understand family honor. All she knew was that this man, who claimed to be doing it for her own good and to use the family's best resources on her, not only failed to stand behind her to protect her for the sake of so-called righteous reputation, but also, because of a few righteous people, he cruelly killed her, personally destroying her foundation, shattering her dantian and qi sea, and burying her hopes of rising up, crushing her completely in the mud.

Rong Huanxuan became a truly useless person!

The person who turned her into a wrecked mess was this hypocritical, sanctimonious man in front of us. He was selfish, cold-blooded, and deserved to die!

Seeing that she remained unmoved, and even seemed more likely to succumb to demonic possession, her eyes filled with resentment, the Rong family head's expression grew increasingly cold and hard. He said, "The family nurtured you, so you should repay the family. You haven't contributed to the family yet, but you've caused countless troubles. I didn't pursue you then, but now that you've fallen into demonic possession and are despised by the righteous path, crippling your cultivation is a last resort." Rong Huanxuan's lips curled up, and she let out a chuckle, her expression mocking. How ridiculous.

"The person you should resent the least is me. Since you were born, my family and I have poured so much effort into you, guiding you step by step to a high position. It was your eagerness for quick success that ruined your life. I advised you before you achieved great things, to be patient, and not to provoke that monster Lang Jiuchuan. You ignored my advice time and time again, and what was the result?"

Rong Huanxuan's throat was hoarse as she tried to say something, but due to the surging of her blood and qi, she spat out a mouthful of dark blood, making her even more listless, weaker, and her vitality even weaker.

After all, she was a child he had raised and taught himself. The Rong family head intervened and restored a pure Daoist essence to her, maintaining her life force. He said, "From now on, just take good care of yourself. As long as you live, you will eventually see the day when your great revenge is fulfilled!"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Remember, your enemy is Lang Jiuchuan. Live on with this hatred!"

Rong Huanxuan's eyes widened, and she tried to raise her hand, but she was powerless because her tendons had broken. She was shocked and angry, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The Rong family head did not comfort her, but turned and left.

The last act of mercy the family showed to keep a disgraced heir alive was to treat her like that scoundrel. There was nothing else to consider!

Rong Huanxuan stared intently at his back, her eyes filled with endless regret, but even more so with resentment. Was it her who wanted to provoke him? Wasn't it because he feared imperial power that he sent her over?

He could have gone in person, and His Majesty wouldn't have said anything, but because of the backlash, he cherished his own power and that's why he was asked to go to Prince Jing's residence.

If it were him who went, Lang Jiuchuan would definitely not let him get away with it!
I took the blame for him. Patriarch, Lang Jiuchuan, they both deserve to go to the deepest hell.

In the secluded cliffside Taoist temple, the almost forgotten Fourth Master Rong sat in his wheelchair, listening to the young Taoist's message. He slapped his thigh and laughed out loud, saying, "The more you try to control something, the less you can keep it. Patriarch, what should we do? Heaven has finally opened its eyes and sent down divine punishment upon the Rong family!"

He laughed so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face. His voice was slightly hoarse, but his eyes were full of schadenfreude. He said, "What a wonderful day! Go and get some wine. Let's drink a whole pot!"

He hated the filthy, corrupt, and disgusting Rong family, a place rife with intrigue and betrayal.

The young Taoist looked at the dejected Master Rong and said, "The young master is crippled, so Master Rong, you should take back what belongs to you."

"Stop nagging! I told you to get the wine, hurry up!" He had never cared about this position, nor did he care about anything that belonged to him. The position of the young master of the Xuan Clan was just a shackle, a constraint.

He loathed it from the bottom of his heart and was disgusted by it!
The young Taoist priest left in despair.

Master Rong sat on a flat boulder on the cliff, drinking alone, until the young Taoist brought him a communication jade talisman. Upon hearing the message from it, he sat up straight and frowned.

What did Gong Tinglan mean by those words?
Yesterday, I discovered I had another cold sore throat. This morning, I noticed my jaw lymph nodes were swollen. These are the consequences of staying up late and not being able to sleep!