The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 492 There is a man in Wujing who thrives on chaos.
The Rong family patriarch possessed a natal magic weapon, the Myriad Laws Soul-Devouring Banner. When someone was absorbed into the banner, its myriad magic arrays activated simultaneously, trapping their soul within and making it nourishment for the banner. This was a magic weapon passed down only to the patriarch of the Rong family, a natal artifact for successive patriarchs. Therefore, the exact number of souls the Soul-Devouring Banner had absorbed over so many generations is impossible to calculate.

However, the more ferocious and resentful the souls devoured, the stronger the Soul-Devouring Banner's power will be. To unleash its full potential, the amount of essence and spiritual energy consumed will be greater. Moreover, it is a natal magic treasure, and once it is broken, it will suffer a backlash, inevitably damaging the soul.

What the ghost gave Lang Jiuchuan was an embroidered ball that resembled a red lotus. It was only the size of a baby's fist, but it was entirely crimson. The ball was made of twelve-petaled red lotuses, as red as fire. The clusters of flames seemed to emerge from the ball, making one's soul tremble.

"This is the Crimson Lotus Embroidered Ball, or you might call it the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire Ball." The ghost looked smug and said, "This ball is extremely mysterious and has boundless magical power. What it unleashes is karmic fire that can burn away all sins. Well, let's put it this way: this thing has been tempered in the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire of the Nine Nether Hells."

Only his master has the ability to obtain such a treasure.

Lang Jiuchuan took it with trembling hands. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the flames of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire were actually streaks of fiery runes, extremely righteous and intense.

But what concerned her was not the power of the embroidered ball that the ghost mentioned, but where she had seen this treasure before.
"However, not everyone can use magical artifacts. Without skill and strength, acquiring one is just like possessing a dead object, and might even bring death upon you, since possessing a treasure is a crime." The ghostly figure said coolly, "Magic artifacts, like people, have spirits. The spirit within is inherently alive, but whether you can activate it depends on the person using it. So, whether you can control this embroidered ball for your own use depends on you..."

hum.

A ghost: "?"

He watched as Lang Jiuchuan spread her hands, and the small, exquisite red embroidered ball floated in her palm, beginning to spin faster and faster.

not good!

puff.

A crimson flame, as bright as blood, shot out from the red embroidered ball, its light dazzling. Suddenly, the ghost let out a miserable scream, leaped away from the table, and hid in the shadows of a corner, shrieking, "Don't you have any martial ethics? Don't you know who's friend and who's foe? You little bastard!"

Lang Jiuchuan quickly suppressed his Daoist aura and said ingratiatingly, "I'm sorry, I didn't get to know it well enough and almost misled you."

The ghost gritted its teeth, feeling unwell. It quickly chanted incantations to draw in the surrounding yin energy and pile it onto itself. Only after the power of the karmic fire dissipated did it dare to emerge and ask, "I haven't told you the incantation yet. How did you activate it?"

Lang Jiuchuan extended a slender index finger and fiddled with the red embroidered ball in his palm, saying, "I don't know, it caught fire as soon as my mind stirred and my Daoist aura surged!"

A ghost: "..."

That's going too far!
Lang Jiuchuan blinked and said, "Hey, I've died once, haven't I? I still don't know who I really am. I'm so connected with it, do you think it might have originally been my magic weapon? Otherwise, why would it resonate with me so much?"

The ghost laughed in anger and said, "I really don't know who you are, but I do know that there is no one in the world as shameless as you. Your skin isn't just three feet thick, it's three feet thick. Don't you feel ashamed to say such a thing!"

"I have a strong feeling about it."

Ah Piao's face darkened: "I don't care how you feel, this is a loan from you, you have to return it, otherwise our sect leader will cause you trouble!"

Lang Jiuchuan blinked: "Does this mean that if I don't pay him back, he'll come looking for trouble in person, and then I'll be able to see him!"

A ghost was feeling a bit weak and didn't want to say anything more. She said, "Since you know how to use it, why don't you just get lost? I'm so tired!"

Lang Jiuchuan smiled as he put away the red embroidered ball, his expression hardening. He said, "The Rong family's grand gathering, shall we go together? Shouldn't you also witness the downfall of your former friend, the dead ghost?"

Ah Piao smiled happily: "Of course we can't miss that grand event."

That's settled.

Pomegranate Garden.

Princess Tantai sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the Tai Chi Bagua array plate. Beside her were several small bamboo figures and five-element flags of different colors, which she placed in various positions on the Bagua array plate. While arranging the small bamboo figures, she listened to the disciple standing not far away replying. Only after he stopped talking did she pick up a small bamboo figure and play with it in her hand.

"These past six months have been quite eventful in Wujing." She glanced at the Dharma Protector Elder and said calmly, "Senior Bafang, do you think these things are ordinary?"

The Taoist priest, whose eyes were entirely white, could accurately discern directions and looked in her direction, saying, "Holy Maiden, all this commotion is caused by one person. To say it's ordinary is nothing but self-deception."

Princess Tantai pursed her lips, looking at the location of the array plate, unable to put down the small bamboo figure in her hand, her mind somewhat confused.

“The Holy Maiden’s mind is in turmoil; she should move to the Kun position,” said Daoist Bafang in a deep voice. “Could it be because of the message from Shantong?”

Princess Tantai placed the small bamboo figure in the Kun position he had mentioned, and, seemingly unrelated to the question, murmured, "Can one be reborn in the Kun position?"

Master Bafang frowned.

Princess Tantai picked up a command flag, pondered for a moment, and said, "You are right. This woman seems to have appeared out of nowhere. She was originally raised on the estate. With such abilities, I wonder which great power she is a disciple of? They have always lived in seclusion in the city. Why would they suddenly become so ostentatious? This is what is unusual."

What she didn't say was that she had also met someone who so desperately wanted to stir up trouble, but unfortunately...

Princess Tantai lowered the command flag, her hand trembling slightly. The command flag was wrong; the formation had changed, turning a chance for life into a trap!
Her expression was somewhat unpleasant, her face showing dissatisfaction, and suddenly she felt listless, her brows and eyes revealing an undisguised weariness.

Master Bafang then said, "Perhaps the Holy Maiden should do her homework first, circulate the Qi several times, and calm her mind?"

"Hmm." She paused, then added, "I will report this to my master. Senior, you don't need to worry about it."

"Alright." Daoist Bafang stood up, nodded slightly, and withdrew. When he reached the door, he turned his back to her and said, "Holy Maiden, you must always remember your identity. You exist for Da Dan, live for all people, and should give your all for the long-lasting fortune of Da Dan."

Princess Tantai trembled slightly and said, "I understand."

Her identity is her honor, and also her responsibility!

There was no one left in the room. She tossed the little bamboo figure and the command flag aside, walked to the window, looked at the darkening sky outside, and let her thoughts wander.

is it you?
It would be better if it weren't like that!

Princess Tantai's eyes were misty as a disciple announced in the courtyard, "The Emperor requests an audience with the Holy Maiden."

"I won't see you!" she said coldly, wiping away the tears in her eyes. She turned and went inside, took out a communication jade talisman, hesitated for a moment, and then pursed her lips to record the message.

There was a woman in Wujing, the ninth daughter of the Marquis of Kaiping, who instigated conflict among the Xuan clan.

She herself is the extraordinary one!
She recorded the message but didn't chant the incantation. Instead, she held it tightly in her hand, thinking, "Let's wait a little longer."

(End of this chapter)