The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 542 Utterly shameless and despicable

Bang!
Lang Jiuchuan kicked open the tightly closed door of the Taoist temple, raised his hand in the air, and pulled Dao Jicang, who was still coughing incessantly, inside.

The Taoist temple was simply and elegantly decorated, with several Five Elements landscape paintings and some odds and ends yarrow ornaments hanging on the walls. Lang Jiuchuan didn't look at them; she simply followed Jiang Che's aura and continued to move inside.

But they discovered that behind Dao Jicang's Taoist abode, there was a real Taoist cave. Facing the cliff, the fresh and rich vitality of the vegetation wafted in from the cave entrance facing the cliff, and instead of feeling cold, it felt somewhat serene.

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan stepped inside, he felt a sense of familiarity. Wasn't this the same cave where the old fox cultivated? Although it wasn't as good as the formation there, this small spirit-gathering array was still more spiritual than an ordinary cave.

Looking at the Taoist scriptures and runes carved on the cliff face, Lang Jiuchuan recognized that most of them were from the old fox's hand, and some even showed signs of great antiquity, suggesting that the man may have cultivated here for a long time.

Lang Jiuchuan sneered, summoned a talisman brush with one hand, and drew several yin and evil talismans in the air on the cliff, which exploded with a bang.

The talisman exploded, and the filth transformed into countless malevolent and foul energies that fell into the scriptures, turning them dark red. The talisman brush in her hand then transformed into a sword, slashing across the dark red talismans one by one.

Sparks fly!

Daoji's eyes widened in fury: "You bastard, what are you doing!"

The inscriptions on the cliff face are the Daoist insights His Majesty has gained over many years. They are priceless and can be passed down through generations of righteous people. But what has this little brat done? How dare she be so arrogant as to destroy them all? How dare she desecrate His Majesty? She should treat him with the same respect and devotion as I do.

What she did was to make enemies of him and all righteous people!
Daoji Cang was so angry that his eyes turned red. He looked at Lang Jiuchuan as if he wanted to eat her alive, with a ruthless look that said, "You've eaten your fill, and you won't even leave me the dregs." It was only because his spiritual power had not yet recovered that he could not contend with Lang Jiuchuan. Otherwise, he would have made this disrespectful and unruly disciple kneel at the Venerable One's feet.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at him coldly, recalled his talisman brush, and drew a soul-locking chain on his body, saying, "You can watch what I do. You set up this trap to lure me in, wasn't it just to see what I would do? Now you've seen it."

Dao Jicang's face turned from red to purple, his expression darkening. He said in a deep voice, "Disrespecting your master is digging your own grave."

Lang Jiuchuan ignored him and walked over to Jiang Che. On the small stone bed, there was a swaddled baby, and two paper figures guarded the area. The two paper figures trembled as if they had seen a demon when they saw her.

With a flick of her finger, Lang Jiuchuan caused the two paper figures to immediately lose their spirit and fall lightly to the ground. Dao Jicang, who had bestowed the spirit, looked even more listless after her spirit was broken, and stared at her with a gloomy gaze.

Without comparison, there is no harm. He used to be unconvinced, but now, in his confrontation with Lang Jiuchuan, he felt the enormous gap!
His century of cultivation was truly no match for her mere ten or so years of cultivation; this realization drove him to the brink of madness with jealousy.

So, in the face of talent, effort and diligence are insignificant?
Or perhaps his Dao heart was never recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and was her magical artifact bestowed upon her by the Venerable One?
Dao Jicang tried to break free from the purple-gold soul-locking chains imbued with supreme Dao intent, but the struggle only tightened them further, causing his soul to tremble in pain. Meanwhile, Lang Jiuchuan saw the infant girl in the swaddling clothes; the initiation talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and a wisp of life force from his heart's blood entered the child's spiritual platform, vanishing in an instant.

This was indeed Wen Yue's child, but at this moment her face was ashen, her breath weak, and her life force extremely feeble. This wasn't due to her inherent weakness, but rather...

A flash of inspiration struck Lang Jiuchuan. Her fingertips rested on the baby girl's tiny wrist, floating like silk threads, sometimes intermittent, sometimes continuous. This was actually in sync with the life force fluctuations of Dao Jicang, who was bound by her soul-locking technique and unable to move. In fact, for every bit of pain Dao Jicang's soul endured, her pulse weakened a little more!
With a flash of divine insight, a thin, thread-like line was seen spreading out from the spirit platform of the infant girl, connecting directly with Dao Jicang!
"What a life-and-death pact!" Lang Jiuchuan spat out these words through gritted teeth, his eyes instantly blazing with fury as he turned to Dao Jicang: "How dare you!"

The so-called "sharing life and death" means exactly what it says: the practitioner uses their own essence, blood, and soul as a guide to form a life-and-death pact with the person they are pledging to, and from then on, the two share life and bear each other's harm.

No wonder he said that if he lived, she would live; if he died, she would die, because they were connected by this bond.

Therefore, the child immediately felt the suffering that Dao Jicang had endured, and she was only an infant, less than half a year old. The harm she suffered was far greater than that suffered by Dao Jicang, who had cultivated for a hundred years.

Although she is weak now, she has a life-and-death contract. As long as Dao Jicang lives, she will not die. However, her life force is weaker than anyone else's. When this technique is used on her, she is weak and powerless to resist. She is simply Dao Jicang's human shield.

Dao Jicang, that scoundrel, actually used such vicious magic on an infant still in swaddling clothes. He is utterly depraved and has no bottom line!

She figured it out so quickly? Daoji's pale face twisted for a moment, then he laughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said, "It is her good fortune to live and die with me. As long as I live, she lives. With her destiny, she will soar to great heights in the future."

Shameless and utterly disgusting!

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes revealed an undisguised killing intent.

"You want to kill me? Then you'll take her life. You came here for her sake, how will you explain this to her mother?" Dao Jicang saw her restrained expression and couldn't help but feel a twisted pleasure. He said, "His Majesty always says you are exceptionally talented, a genius rarely seen in the last few hundred years, a born Dao seed. I am far inferior to you. But he doesn't realize that there is one thing you always lack compared to me, and that is experience. I have lived decades longer than you, and I know how to scheme far better than you. Unfortunately, he doesn't agree. You want to kill me? I want to see if you, this exceptionally talented light of the righteous path, dare to watch this innocent infant die because of you!"

His brazen provocations stemmed from his certainty that Lang Jiuchuan would hesitate to harm him, fearing he might actually kill him.

Some people are always like this, fixated on trivial matters, yet they don't realize that some things don't necessarily require righteousness to achieve. It is by not being bothered by trivial matters that one can accomplish great things. He and the Venerable One are kindred spirits, and they will eventually ascend to the Great Way.

Looking at his repulsive face, and then at the baby whose breath was growing weaker and weaker, whose brows were instinctively furrowed as he shared and endured the pain, Lang Jiuchuan felt a surge of anger rising in his chest like a volcano about to erupt. He sneered, "A pact of life and death, you really think I can't do anything to you?"

(End of this chapter)