The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 503 Those who lose the Way find themselves isolated; the Rong Clan is doomed.

Lang Jiuchuan's soul was hit by a huge impact and slammed to the ground. But that wasn't enough. When the Rong family head died, the power of the restriction burst out from his body and transformed into a golden dragon shadow, filled with majesty and cold killing intent. It rushed straight at Lang Jiuchuan's main soul. Its speed and power far exceeded the imagination of those present.

This restrictive power is not something that ordinary cultivators can set up. Anyone who can set up such a restriction must have already surpassed the Foundation Establishment stage in terms of cultivation level.

It was domineering and fierce, relentlessly pursuing the familiar consciousness of the spy, intending to kill her on the spot, annihilating her body and soul.

puff!
Lang Jiuchuan was struck again and before he could react, he spat out another mouthful of blood. This time, the blood seemed to be mixed with golden specks of light, and everyone's expression changed drastically.

This is a sign of damage to the spirit and soul.

Lang Jiuchuan trembled all over, as if a giant hammer had struck him heavily in the depths of his mind and consciousness. A tearing pain spread throughout his body, and his already incomplete soul wailed and vibrated, almost leaving his body and disintegrating.

And that force, without stopping after its initial strike, continued to bombard her soul core with an unyielding will to crush everything.

At the critical moment.

"Live on!" Wuyouzi's soul flashed, blocking Lang Jiuchuan's path and crashing into the invisible force, simultaneously detonating the last bit of strange power remaining in his soul.

boom.

The two forces collided, producing a dull, loud thud.

Lang Jiuchuan's consciousness was scattered, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say a word. He could only watch helplessly as Wuyouzi's soul turned into starlight and dissipated in mid-air.

She didn't have a chance to tell him the truth!
Have you already decided that it's no longer important?
Wuyouzi blocked the attack, but the power of the restriction still had a trace of strength left. Lang Jiuchuan squinted and strained to see, and it seemed to contain dragon energy and the power of national destiny, which was by no means ordinary. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Having survived so many hardships and made it this far, why am I to die?

She summoned the Emperor Bell, disregarding the disintegration of her soul, and poured the Daoist essence into it, striking the power heavily. Which was heavier, the dragon's might or the heavenly might?
At the same time, Jiang Che let out a roar, and the kingly aura of ferocity, along with the Emperor Bell, struck the restrictive power.

Boom.

The massive impact shook the earth, fell trees, tilted forests, and sent rocks flying.

Lang Jiuchuan's face turned ashen, and a trickle of blood spilled from her seven orifices. Her vision went black, and her consciousness shattered instantly like torn paper. Her mind quickly plunged into boundless darkness, and her body slumped backward.

By pooling everyone's strength, that force can be eliminated.

As her consciousness was about to dissipate, she still glanced at the body of the Rong family head, watching his soul float out of his body. Before she could react, she was struck by the aftershock of this powerful force and turned into green smoke, her lips twitching slightly.

That's it.

As she fell, two figures rushed over like ghosts.

Fu Qi stood in front of Lang Jiuchuan, the aftershock of the immense power he had just experienced still made his soul tremble and he felt somewhat weak. Meanwhile, the ghostly figure created a complex and eerie ghost domain around her, capable of isolating her presence and concealing her completely.

"Let's go." The ghost swept up Lang Jiuchuan, called Fu Qi, and used its ghostly power to open the path to the underworld, then went inside.

"You go first, I'll be right behind you." Jiang Che glanced at the corpse of the Rong family head on the ground, still feeling uneasy. He unleashed a surge of murderous aura and spat out a breath of tiger's breath, which landed on the corpse and instantly ignited.

As soon as voices approached, the driver ducked into the woods, concealing his presence and peering menacingly through the gaps in the trees. It was the Holy Maiden and her entourage who had arrived. Seeing the mess, their expressions turned grave.

Master Bafang arrived at the burning corpse and saw the corner of the robe flash by in the firelight. He said, "This is probably the fall of the Rong family head."

Princess Tantai looked coldly at the corpse and said, "Cause and effect are real."

Master Bafang looked at her and said, "You should send a message to the Imperial Preceptor. The head and young master of the Rong family have both perished, and the true direct descendants are probably no longer able to shoulder the responsibility. The Rong family is in turmoil, and this is no ordinary matter."

Most importantly, that little girl surnamed Lang is truly extraordinary.

Moreover, the fall of the Rong family's direct line represents not only chaos, but also a sign of defeat. Without a leader, the Rong family is just a pile of loose sand and will slowly disappear into the long river of history.

This means that the list of Xuan clans has been reduced by one.

Princess Tantai said calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

Master Bafang surveyed his surroundings, and said with a grave expression, "The Rong family head was also a high-ranking Daoist in the Foundation Establishment realm, yet he perished here. That young Daoist is truly a formidable young talent. It was back then..."

Princess Tantai glanced at him indifferently, and Daoist Bafang immediately shut his mouth.

"Back to Liuyuan." She turned and left.

She felt no regret whatsoever about the Rong family head's fate; it was simply the law of cause and effect. Those who act against the right path will eventually suffer the consequences. This is everyone's karma.

After they left, Jiang Che watched as the Rong family head became a charred corpse before leaping away from the spot.

Meanwhile, in another realm, a man dressed in a robe adorned with the sun, moon, and stars had a trickle of dark blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He clenched his fist, his expression complex and unreadable, as if lost in thought.

As everything gradually returned to calm, some clansmen nervously ventured into the forbidden area. Upon seeing the charred corpses on the ground, they wailed in grief, feeling lost and helpless. Having lost their leader and backbone, they were unsure of how to proceed, knowing that the road ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with thorns.

The earth-shattering changes that happened to the Rong family that day could not be kept secret and spread quickly. Some people took advantage of the chaos, some kicked them while they were down, some gloated, and some even applauded.

A person who loses the support of the people will find few allies. The arrogance of the Xuan Clan and Rong Family in the past is well known. Now that they have fallen from grace, there are naturally people who want to laugh at them.

Within the Rong clan, after losing the patriarch and even the young master, and with the elders who were supposed to be serving them leaving or running away, the elders finally came to their senses and remembered the treasure vault. They joined forces to open it, only to find that it had been ransacked by thieves. Otherwise, how could it be so clean that there wasn't even a talisman left?
"It must be that wretched Rong Qingcang, he must have emptied the place." An elder cursed angrily, "How dare he, how can he face the ancestors of the Rong family?"

Everyone was filled with anxiety.

The clan's protective formation was destroyed, and no more spiritual energy could be gathered. The clan's treasure trove was almost burned to the ground. They had nothing left, so what was the point of talking about the green hills remaining?

Overnight, they plummeted from their lofty heights to the mud, their defeat so swift and ephemeral as a dream.

But that wasn't the end of it. Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from the Rong family's ancestral hall, and flames shot out from the hall like a fire dragon, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

All the Rong clan members stared blankly at the raging fire, their bodies stiff. The ancestral hall was burned down. Was this the spirit of their ancestors rebuking them for their sins?
"Ancestors, my Rong clan is doomed!" An elder, looking at the fire in the ancestral hall, let out a mournful cry before falling straight backward and dying.

(End of this chapter)