The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 545 Even at great personal cost, I will still find a way to defeat him.

Breaking the life-and-death pact might seem difficult, but it's not entirely so. In the past, when Lang Jiuchuan was mentally unstable, it might have been a bit of a struggle, but now she is not the same as before and is confident in her abilities.

As her powerful divine sense gathered Dao Jicang and the baby girl together, her finger seals changed rapidly, as if she were gathering strength to sever the bond. However, a glint flashed in her eyes, and her finger movements suddenly reversed.

A powerful surge of profound energy rushed in from all directions at lightning speed, swirling like a tornado. The chilling energy transformed into fine, spiderweb-like threads, rapidly weaving a giant cocoon that enveloped the three of them.

Seeing this, Jiang Che felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. His hair stood on end, his tiger-like might spread outwards, and his divine sense extended outwards.

It was bound to her by a celestial pact, and a trace of its spirit resided in her sea of ​​consciousness. Their tacit understanding was extraordinary, and it naturally understood Lang Jiuchuan's intentions. At the same time, it was amazed by her boldness and adventure: "This madwoman."

Lang Jiuchuan spoke generously, but when it came to actually making a move, he held back a trick, showing you the trick but not letting you see the whole thing.

She used her profound spiritual energy to transform into icy, bone-chilling threads, forming an ice cocoon that enveloped everything within her consciousness. Any outsider who tried to peer in would only be able to vaguely see the shadows within, as if looking through a blurry illusion.

Even with Dao Jicang, she suppressed his soul and five senses, preventing him from peeking.

This move was not only risky, but also extremely damaging to her spirit and mental energy, yet she did it anyway, displaying a rebellious spirit that said, "I will not do as you wish."

Meanwhile, the Imperial Preceptor, peering through the water mirror formed by Dao Jicang's divine soul, indeed frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed his brows. A hint of admiration flashed across his icy eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Naughty!"

As expected of his most prized disciple, she is capable of what others cannot. Unraveling this symbiotic technique already consumes mental energy, yet she still dared to create an illusionary mirror to prevent him from seeing her clearly.

However, was there something she didn't want him to know, given her evasive manner?
Thinking that she dared to break free of the Xuan Tian chains by risking her soul's destruction, and was able to return to the mortal world with her soul intact, the Imperial Preceptor pondered for a moment, made a hand seal, and pointed at the water mirror. A wisp of divine thought seemed to pass through the mirror.

Daoji Cang let out a groan, his face contorted as if he were enduring immense pain.

Lang Jiuchuan's forehead was covered in fine sweat, but he clearly saw the changes in Dao Jicang's expression. His eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth, pressing his spiritual power fiercely against Dao Jicang's soul. He was coming, and he had to finish the battle quickly.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a talisman brush. A drop of her life essence blood was forced from her fingertip and seeped into the brush. She enveloped it with powerful Daoist energy, chanting incantations as she swiftly severed the invisible causal bond between Dao Jicang and the infant girl.

"The bondage of evil is intolerable to Heaven; the judge's divine pen severs the soul—slay!"

The talisman brush emitted a deep hum, and a powerful divine might shot out from the tip, piercing the invisible causal bond and bursting out a purple-gold light.

Click.

In the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of chains breaking.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the causal line broke and collapsed, and immediately put away the talisman brush. Her spiritual power fluctuated violently as a result. She felt a sweet taste in her throat, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but her pair of black eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

At that moment, the divine sense arrived, like a pair of eyes appearing in mid-air, looking down on everything. Lang Jiuchuan seemed unaware, no longer concealing himself, and leaped to the front of the baby girl. He formed a hand seal and touched her between the eyebrows, and a pure and vital Taiyin power entered her spiritual platform.

As her face grew paler, the baby girl vomited a mouthful of dark blood, but her complexion gradually turned from gold to red, and she let out a soft moan as her breathing became long and even.

Daoji Cang spat out two large mouthfuls of blood essence. The symbiotic contract was forcibly broken, and he, as the caster, was the first to suffer the heavy blow and backlash. His cultivation level was rapidly declining, his hair turned silver, and his appearance was no longer that of a middle-aged man, but rather showed the wrinkles and furrows of a true centenarian, revealing his advanced age.

He stared at Lang Jiuchuan in shock, his expression a mixture of disbelief and a sense of entitlement, as if her ability to resolve the contract was entirely expected.

So her strength...

However, before he could ponder this, Lang Jiuchuan suddenly unleashed a talisman brush into his soul. The speed was as fast as lightning, carrying supreme divine power, and it entered his spiritual platform, directly piercing the wisp of divine consciousness in his soul that did not belong to him!
laugh.

Dao Jicang let out a shrill scream and collapsed to the ground instantly. He felt his soul being blown apart and shattered into pieces, as if the supreme intent was like hellfire, trying to burn and destroy it.

The Imperial Preceptor also felt this way. He hadn't expected Lang Jiuchuan to react so quickly, still having the strength to attack his consciousness even before the contract was fully broken.

The Imperial Preceptor felt his blood churning in his chest, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of his heart's essence. He looked listless and felt a burning pain in his soul. He reached out and wiped the dark blood from the corner of his lips with his finger, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and chuckled.

What a brilliant counterattack!
The wolf cub's teeth have indeed become sharper!
She'd rather suffer heavy losses herself than lose a single blow to him; that's just her nature, as always.

She was openly demonstrating to him, using this intimidation to tell him that even in his trap, she had the power to break free, and that she would decide how things went!
The Grand Preceptor laughed so hard his chest trembled. He was not angry at such provocation and boldness, but rather pleased. This was the kind of unparalleled gem that he was willing to cherish.

"The more intelligent and powerful you are, the more qualified you are to become the key core of my Great Dao." He muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking a jade talisman. The familiar patterns made him look down.

It was a birthday gift personally carved by Lang Jiuchuan and given to him years ago. It has become very smooth from years of handling.

A soft look flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of relief that even he himself was unaware of.

He viewed everything as worthless, but he held an unyielding expectation for Lang Jiuchuan, the disciple he had both nurtured and destroyed.

Gradually, his smile faded as he thought of the talisman pen she had summoned. It carried immense divine power, the true might of a god, capable of piercing through this wisp of divine consciousness to scorch his soul and cause him to suffer.

Where did she get such a magical artifact?
Considering that she was able to rebuild her soul even after it was scattered, and that she also obtained such a high-grade magic weapon, it seems that the little wolf cub had kept a lot of things from his master before.

The Imperial Advisor's expression turned cold and harsh; he disliked the feeling that it was as if his toy had been taken away.

"Who is helping you?" he murmured to himself, his tone tinged with possessiveness and sourness.

Lang Jiuchuan spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Dao Jicang lying on the ground, barely alive, his soul about to dissipate, and couldn't help but grin, finally laughing out loud.

"Even if I can't hurt you completely, it's good if I can only hurt you a little bit." Her face was ashen as she fell to the ground, laughing so hard that her chest ached and her soul felt like it was about to break, but her eyes still shone with a terrifying light.

　Feeling uninspired while watching? What a coincidence, me too.

　　What's the point of all this overhauling, restructuring, and endless changes? Just destroy it, I'm tired of it!

　　(End of this chapter)