The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 488 Cause and Effect End, Death Extinguishes the Light
Soul Searching is Wuyouzi's only chance to see what the original body looks like, but it is also extremely cruel, because it is the last scene of this child's life in this world.

Wuyouzi felt a sense of fear, but he still searched Xiyun's soul, looking at her past, starting from the day of her wedding. Fragments flashed by quickly until he saw Lang Jiuchuan being taken out of the manor.

To be precise, that wasn't Lang Jiuchuan, but a little girl who had lived with that name and identity for fourteen years. She didn't look like Lang Jiuchuan at all; she looked more like Yaoyao. Not exactly the same, but definitely six or seven parts similar.

She seemed very well-behaved and quiet, or rather, loneliness had become a habit for her. She was very calm. Although she was terrified and panicked when she was kidnapped, when she actually faced Xi Yun and heard her purpose, she did not wag her tail and beg for mercy. She just looked at the other person quietly.

Those eyes were too calm, too clear and pure, as if looking at him through Xi Yun's eyes, making him feel ashamed of himself.

Wuyouzi's body trembled, her throat choked, and tears streamed down her face. Soon, her voice turned into a desperate roar and rage.

The eerie, malevolent aura around them seemed to have caught a whiff of something similar, and surged forward, enveloping him and Xi Yun. It grew thicker and darker, forming a small whirlwind.

Jiang Che asked with some worry, "Won't he become a demon?"

"I will not let him become a demon." Lang Jiuchuan said calmly.

Time passed bit by bit.

Wuyouzi suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. He fell to the ground, panting heavily. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xiyun, and a fierce and domineering aura emanated from him.

The murderous aura was like a knife, slicing through the flesh of the woman, who was already covered in blood, until the bone was exposed.

He summoned the stray dogs, and they began to gnaw and devour them.

What a good person, no need to waste its dog teeth.

Lang Jiuchuan watched quietly from the side, expressionless and indifferent. She looked at the disfigured, bloodied woman and gently touched her heart.

Only when Xi Yun's breath completely ceased, her soul began to dissipate, and she completely drifted away from her body, did she summon the Emperor Bell. With a surge of Daoist energy, the bell's mysterious lightning patterns shone brightly. With a clang, the bell's sound transformed into lightning, striking the dazed and confused new soul.

hum.

Xi Yun's soul didn't even have time to utter a cry before it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the world.

The instant she completely disappeared, Lang Jiuchuan clearly felt that the obsession and resentment that had been buried deep within the original body due to the torture and murder, like ice and snow suddenly illuminated by a scorching sun, quietly dissipated.

A sudden surge of ease, a feeling even stronger than when he killed Lingxu Zhengyangzi and the others, swept over him, reaching every part of his body. His soul and body became increasingly intertwined, with only a slight emptiness remaining.

Not even close.

Lang Jiuchuan relaxed, his eyes shining as he looked into the distance. The distance had been completely bridged; they were just a hair's breadth away.

It will be soon.

She went over, helped up the grief-stricken Wuyouzi, took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured out a pill, and handed it to her.

Wuyouzi swallowed the pill, looked at Lang Jiuchuan, and said, "She is not as resilient as you, but she is a well-behaved and good child. It is we adults who have let her down."

Lang Jiuchuan pursed her lips. She couldn't say anything to comfort her, not even a word about the next life, because her soul was gone, so what was there to talk about in the next life?
Wuyouzi pushed her aside and stood before Xi Yun's mangled corpse. His chest heaved violently, and tears of blood streamed down his face. He stared at it for a long time, then finally staggered, as if exhausted, letting out a sigh that was both a cry and a laugh, both suppressed and unrestrained. Even though he had avenged his great enemy, he felt no joy, only endless emptiness and sorrow.

“Let’s go. When a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out. Our karma with her is over. Next, Rong Yiming!” Wuyouzi turned around without looking back, staring at the dark forest ahead, his eyes once again filled with a cold, bone-chilling hatred and determination.

He is the one who orchestrated everything, the true instigator!
The Rong family.

In the ancestral hall where the life tablets of the Rong family's direct descendants and important figures were enshrined, Xi Yun's life tablet suddenly shattered. The person in charge of the hall rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and upon seeing the fragments on the ground, his expression changed drastically. He immediately turned around and went out to report.

But as he turned around, he looked back and stared in astonishment at the life tablet belonging to the former young master, the head of the family's own son. It was pitch black and extremely eerie, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

Something big is about to happen!
He staggered and hurried out to report the incident.

Rong Huanxuan suddenly opened her eyes, her heart filled with grief, her face contorted in pain, and she groaned out.

What's wrong? Her heart ached terribly, and a strong sense of unease enveloped her, making it impossible for her to break free.

Rong Huanxuan lay on the bed, wanting to get up, but unable to. She felt both hate and anger. She was already so useless, how much worse could she get? Why was she still so uneasy?

It felt like I had lost something important.

Rong Huanxuan sobbed softly. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps. Someone rushed over to her bedside and said, "Miss Xuan, something bad has happened. News has come from the ancestral hall that the life tablet of the Fourth Madam, your mother, has exploded."

The girl was saying things that should have been shocking and sad, but she had a gloating expression on her face. She was gloating, and she looked at me with the same eyes she would a stray dog!

Rong Huanxuan looked at her with a sinister gaze: "What did you call me? What did you say?"

“Miss Xuan.” The maid exclaimed, “Oh, right, you don’t know yet, do you? The patriarch has already ordered the revocation of your title of young master and ordered everyone in the clan to call you Miss Xuan.”

Miss Xuan, like other collateral branches, can only be given a title, without even a ranking among the direct descendants, and is as low as dust.

In other words, Rong Huanxuan is now a cripple, and her fate will be the same as that of the girls in her clan whom she used to despise and who were only used for marriage alliances to win over others.

Seeing her stunned expression, the maid couldn't help but add, "The Fourth Madam is dead, and your mother is dead. That's right, you're actually selfish and heartless. You don't even care about your own mother, so why would you care about her life or death? Just like you don't care about us servants. Haha, what a fitting end!"

Rong Huanxuan's eyes widened in anger as she roared, "Get out! Get out of here!"

The girl pouted, snorted, and turned to leave.

Rong Huanxuan remained lying there blankly. Just now, that lowly servant said that her mother was dead. Why was it so sudden? Was it the head of the family who did it to cover up their disgusting relationship?

Then came the steady footsteps. Rong Huanxuan looked over numbly, but when she saw who it was, her pupils contracted and her eyes showed a hint of fear. She froze as he walked up to her and their eyes met.

"You...you want to kill me?" She suddenly understood everything.

(End of this chapter)