The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 509 Body Shaping and Soul Forging, Rebirth

Dare?

Of course I wouldn't dare!

Apologizing to Lang Jiuchuan would be like offering yourself up to her, telling her that they were talking badly about her behind her back. Wouldn't that be like offering your face to be slapped?

Moreover, that was Lang Jiuchuan, someone who dared to fight against the Rong family head of the Xuan clan. Although they talked and argued behind her back, they were actually well aware that regardless of whether Lang Jiuchuan was really that powerful as to kill the Rong family head, the fact that she dared to cause trouble at the Rong family was extraordinary!

Would they dare?
Let alone causing trouble in the Xuan Clan's territory, they wouldn't dare to offend even powerful figures like Wu Jing.

So it's okay to mock her in private, but even if you gave them the guts to say it to her face, they wouldn't dare, because what if she really had the ability to do something wicked?
The young master of the Cheng family and his companions were momentarily embarrassed, and after a long pause, they finally managed to utter, "In short, you were wrong to trespass and attack first!"

"Oh right, I admit I was wrong. But do you dare admit to spreading rumors about my Ninth Sister behind her back?" Lang Cai Zhao glanced at them sarcastically. Cowards, do you dare?

Seeing that things were about right, Lang Caimeng said, "Twelfth Brother, that's enough. Young Master Cheng, I'm young and ignorant, and I've been impolite. You can put this banquet on the Kaiping Marquis's tab, and I'll have the waiter bring over another banquet later as an apology, how about that?"

What else can we do but back down gracefully?

"We'll let you off the hook since you're young," Young Master Cheng said, looking at Lang Caizhao with a sense of sullen resentment.

Lang Cai Zhao scoffed, being dragged out the door, and couldn't help but say, "Big brother, they didn't even apologize to Ninth Sister, why should we apologize? Do they even deserve it?"

"You've been wasting your time reading books, what about your perspective?" Lang Caimeng's clear voice carried distinctly into the private room: "Who is your ninth sister? Even if she's a female Daoist, she's a female Daoist who has attained enlightenment through the Golden Lotus. Who in the world can attain enlightenment through the Golden Lotus? Besides, how can those who don't get along with your ninth sister be on good terms? Even if they talk about her behind her back, they'll still commit a sin of verbal karma and suffer bad luck!"

"Oh."

The door to the open private room revealed Mr. Cheng and his companions, their faces alternating between red and blue, exchanging bewildered glances with fear in their eyes.

"Would you like to drink some more?" Young Master Yuan, being only a son of a concubine, asked timidly.

"Drink my ass, go home and burn incense!" Young Master Cheng flung his sleeves and left the private room. He must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today. What a mess.

As soon as they stepped out, they slipped and fell flat on their faces, breaking their teeth. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Was this a case of committing a verbal offense?

When the Lang brothers returned to the mansion, news of their actions reached the head of the family. Lang Caizhao obediently knelt before Lang Zhengping and said, "I started it. Father, you can hit me if you want, but I won't admit I was wrong. Only I can bully Lang Jiu; no one else can!"

"Look at you, so capable! You think you can bully her?" Lang Zhengping scoffed disdainfully, saying, "You did nothing wrong, and I won't hit you, but your thinking..."

"I am right!"

“I didn’t say you were wrong. This is how you should treat outsiders. You can fight and struggle among your own family members, but you have to protect each other when you’re outside. A family must be of one mind. Whether it’s your ninth sister, your eldest sister, your second sister, or anyone else being discussed today, just protect them like you did today. Because you are a man of the Lang family, you may not be able to do anything great, but protecting women, children, and the young is what you should do.”

Lang Caizhao's eyes lit up, and she got up from the ground: "Father, you really won't hit me?"

"Your father is praising you!" Madam Fan scolded him, beckoned him over, and said, "My son, it's very good that you don't cause trouble outside, but you're not afraid of trouble either. But you must remember to protect yourself."

"I know, I'm very good at martial arts, even my master praised me for my talent!" Lang Caizhao looked up proudly: "In the future, I'll take the martial arts exam and earn an imperial title for you, Mother, just like my second uncle."

"Okay, okay."

Lang Cai Zhao's smile vanished as she looked at Lang Zheng Ping and asked, "But Father, is Lang Jiu really alright?"

Lang Zhengping pursed his lips, his voice listless: "I guess so."

Seeing this, Lang Caizhao also became dejected and said, "I'm going back to my courtyard." He bowed to the two elders and left dejectedly.

Lang Zhengping felt that the tea in his hand no longer smelled good, so he put it down and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

The father and son left one after the other, and Madam Fan sighed.

Lang Zhengping walked to Lang Jiuchuan's courtyard, suddenly quickened his pace, looked at the roof, and bowed from afar: "Lord Tiger."

Jiang Che: "!"

Although it sounds impressive, calling someone that is a bit unbearable!
It flicked its tail: "Call me the 'Chariot'."

"It's all the same, Ninth Sister is back?" Lang Zhengping asked happily.

"No." Jiang Che huffed and puffed, wondering where Fengya had taken her. It had been half a year and she still hadn't returned. It couldn't even sense her divine sense, even though they had a contract.

Lang Zhengping was somewhat discouraged upon hearing this and asked, "Is she alright?"

"He won't die." With Fengya around, he definitely won't die, and his soul is intact, so he's sure to live. It's just that this trip will take too long.

Jiang Che would occasionally return to the Kaiping Marquis's residence to check on things, lest something happen to the mansion and cause Lang Jiuchuan trouble again. He and Fu Qi would have to keep an eye on things for her.

That's all they can do.

Hey.

I miss that sharp tongue of hers.

Deep within that dragon vein, Lang Jiuchuan, whom everyone was thinking about, was enveloped by a golden current of energy. Nourished by the dragon vein's energy and fortune over the past few months, her shattered soul had long since healed. Furthermore, she had been baptized by the dragon vein's essence, becoming more solid and powerful than ever before.

Her soul was solid, but the physical body that didn't originally belong to her was now somewhat unable to bear her complete soul, and even seemed to be slightly repelling it.

With the execution of the Rong family head and the tragic death of the murderer, the Rong family fell into ruin. The obsession and hatred etched into her bones had vanished. The cause and effect had been resolved, and the last ties between the original body and this body, and between the original body and this mortal world, had been completely severed.

The time that Lang Jiuchuan had been waiting for had arrived.

The air currents suddenly began to swirl, and Lang Jiuchuan, lying in the stone pit, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes no longer held the coldness and hatred of the past, but rather a calm and resolute understanding of everything, a sense of impending rebirth.

She silently felt the surging power within her body and the sluggishness in her flesh, and no longer hesitated.

She rose and sat cross-legged, her hands forming a complex and profound hand seal, activating the power within her that had long resonated with the dragon vein of this place.

"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies, through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained divine powers... Within and beyond the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme..."

She chanted the Golden Light Mantra, and with the help of many, she used the dragon vein as her furnace and its fortune as her fuel to forge her soul and shape her true body, so as to achieve the unity of soul and body and a true rebirth.

As the clear chanting ended, the entire space trembled violently. The golden energy, which had been as gentle as a warm spring, instantly boiled and, as if summoned, frantically converged towards her, forming a huge golden cocoon of light that enveloped her.

At the same time, Fengya left Tongtian Pavilion and headed in this direction.

Deep within the Taoist cave in Cangshan, the Imperial Preceptor suddenly opened his eyes, a cold rage flashing in his pupils, and slowly formed a hand seal: "If you want to take the treasure from your master, you'd better show your true abilities."