The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 479 There's no such thing as someone rushing to acknowledge another's father.

Master Rong swore that he and Ren Yao had never crossed the line, but Lang Jiuchuan did not believe her. She pointed directly to the deathly silence of the mansion.

"This house is haunted by the resentment of hundreds of wronged souls, which has lingered for over a decade. Their despair and fear before their deaths are presented to me in blood and resentment." Her voice suddenly rose: "Ren Yao never married. She is in this house, in this scorched earth beneath your wheelchair. Fourteen years ago, she and her parents, brothers, relatives, servants, and more than a hundred people were slaughtered here, their blood flowing like a river."

Lang Jiuchuan's tone was icy: "You're telling me she got married and had children, and is living a good life? How can someone who has long since turned to dust and whose soul has been scattered, get married and have children, and still be living a good life after experiencing the massacre of her entire family? Even if she's gone mad, she can't be good! If what you're saying is true, then the Ren Yao you see is just an imposter wearing Ren Yao's face, a fake show tailor-made for blind and heartless people like you!"

Her almost harsh words left Master Rong completely stunned, his mind blank. He even began to doubt whether he was truly wrong, or whether, as she said, he had woven a false image of Ren Yao living a very good life to deceive his conscience.

San De said, "But Master let me secretly go see them two years ago. It is indeed true. They are a pair of children, both very good-looking, but they don't look much like Miss Ren. They probably take after their father."

Master Rong nodded. That was indeed the case; he hadn't lied to him.

But looking at Lang Jiuchuan's cold expression, why did his ominous premonition grow stronger and stronger?

And then there's the Ren family. As Lang Jiuchuan said, they were all wiped out overnight. Can Ren Yao really be at ease being the young mistress of the house and living a good life behind closed doors? Impossible. With her bright and generous personality and good upbringing, she is definitely not the kind of cold-hearted person.

And this place turned out to be Ren Yao's maternal home!

Looking at the dilapidated mansion, Master Rong felt a sharp pain in his heart and was once again filled with self-doubt. Was he wrong, or had Lang Jiuchuan and the others admitted their mistake?
Seeing his blank expression, Gong Tinglan felt something was amiss and asked, "Fourth Master, since you say Ren Yao is your beloved, don't you know her family is here?"

“I met her in Luzhou. Her mother was from the Cui family of Qinghe, and she grew up there. As for her real family, I really didn’t know it was in Wujing, nor did I know that the Ren family had been massacred.” Rong Si said with a bitter smile, “What you said is not wrong. My so-called deep love is indeed a bit cheap.”

Gong Tinglan said, "What you see is that Ren Yao is alive and well, but Xiao Jiu said that she was already dead and had given birth to your daughter, but you were completely unaware of it. There's something strange about this. However, there's no point in arguing like this. Let's verify it. If Xiao Jiu is really your blood relative, then it's hard to say whether Ren Yao from the Li family of Longxi is really Ren Yao or just a deception to attract your attention."

The verification method is not as frivolous as blood kinship testing, but rather uses Taoist techniques and the bond of blood ties.

In fact, if Lang Jiuchuan's soul were the original owner's, there would be no need to use any magic; one could discern something simply from his appearance. Unfortunately, his physical body now belongs to Ren Yao's daughter, while his soul is Lang Jiuchuan himself, which is the real problem.

But verifying one's bloodline and having a physical body is enough to prove that one's body and hair are given to one's parents, and that is true!
Lang Jiuchuan didn't argue anymore. She wasn't looking for Master Rong to acknowledge him as her father or to be a dutiful daughter; she was looking for external help.

Her previous verbal provocations and tests had already revealed the extent of his affection; regardless of how deep his feelings were, his love for Ren Yao was genuine, and that was enough.

Having lost his beloved, and then discovering he'd lost his daughter, the tragedy was enough to drive him mad. Wouldn't he help her turn the Rong family upside down?
So Lang Jiuchuan resumed his calm and aloof demeanor.

San De exclaimed in admiration, "This face-changing skill is even more exquisite than my master's!"

Master Rong did not notice the change in Lang Jiuchuan's eyes. He only felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if something long buried was breaking through the soil, causing his heart to clench.

With Gong Tinglan present, Lang Jiuchuan didn't need to use his magic himself. He only provided a hair and a little blood, but the talisman was drawn by her using the Judge's Pen, which could write in the Book of Life and Death. There was no more authoritative pen than that.

Master Rong felt inexplicably resistant, sensing that the result of this verification would be extremely cruel.

Lang Jiuchuan couldn't help but retort, "Fourth Master, you don't even have the courage to seek the truth, do you? Don't worry, I'm not rushing to acknowledge you as my father, I won't make you take on the responsibilities of a father!" Fourth Master Rong: "!"

Their rebellious nature is exactly the same.

But when did he get together with Yao Yao...?

Well.

Suddenly, Master Rong felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been pierced by an ice pick, the pain was unbearable.

Seeing this, San De took a drop of blood from his fingertip and plucked a strand of hair to give to Gong Tinglan. If it was true, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Master Rong did not struggle. A scene flashed through his mind, so fast that he couldn't even grasp it, but his whole body trembled. He stared at Gong Tinglan's movements without blinking.

Watching him intertwine their blood and hair, watching him chant incantations, watching the talisman wrapped in blood and hair spontaneously combust without fire, watching a thick blood-related karmic thread grow from his body and stretch straight towards Langjiuchuan.

Master Rong's body trembled violently, his eyes unfocused. How could this be? How could this be?

Ren Yao, how come he knows nothing about what happened in all of this?

Immense pain and self-blame surged over him like a tide, while Lang Jiuchuan, who already knew the outcome, calmly watched him, a wave of sorrow washing over him.

Is it the lingering resentment of the original owner, or the surge of bloodline?
She didn't intend to delve into the details, but seeing Rong Siye's face contorted in a ferocious and distorted expression due to the intense emotional turmoil, and his complete breakdown, her pupils contracted slightly. She subconsciously grabbed Gong Tinglan's sleeve, gesturing for him to look.

Gong Tinglan also looked over, somewhat surprised: "His soul and memories have been tampered with."

Lang Jiuchuan and he exchanged a glance, and Lang Jiuchuan summoned the Emperor Bell in his hand, striking it against the defenseless soul of Fourth Master Rong.

clang.

The bell tolled like thunder, shattering all conspiracies and schemes.

hum!
The taut string in Master Rong's mind snapped, and he roared out, as fragmented images flooded his mind. After slaying a demon, the protective soul he had placed on Ren Yao was activated. She had been drugged by Xi Yun and sent to an elder's bed. When he rushed over, he saw Ren Yao, her face flushed red, her mouth full of blood, and even stabbing her own thigh to preserve the last bit of her sanity, throwing herself into his arms.

They had each other, their only one, and they did not never cross the line.

But why would he forget something so important? Yes, he killed that Elder Wan, he stormed into the old scoundrel's academy, and Xi Yun stood there holding that wretched child, a sinister smile on her face. He saw the old scoundrel's condemning gaze, and he summoned an array plate, trapping him within it. Illusions swirled, and just as his soul was about to dissipate, he saw a dark purple hem embroidered with a swastika pattern and heard a voice: "What a pity..."

(End of this chapter)