The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 548 The Imperial Preceptor Has No Honorary Title

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the sleeping baby. Her peaceful little face softened his heart. He wondered if he was also a cute little baby like this when he was a child.

“Separation of mother and daughter is not a good thing, especially for a mother who loves her daughter dearly. It is a source of despair and pain. In addition, she has embarked on the path of cultivation, but how easy is it to walk this path? The path I have walked may not be a flowery path for her; it may be a dead end.” Lang Jiuchuan said softly, “Especially since she is already a pawn on that old monster’s chessboard, she will definitely be placed in the position she is meant to be.”

If the Grand Tutor can scheme like this, then it must be useful to him. How could a pawn that is of great use to him be wasted?
“Though she is a pawn, she may not be immune to becoming a useless piece. I can cleanse her bones and soul, and I can also strip her of her destiny, causing her phoenix-like body to lose its greatest potential.” A resolute glint flashed in Lang Jiuchuan’s eyes.

So what if one has the destiny of a phoenix? Changing one's fate is not difficult for a celestial master.

The ghost crossed her arms and said, "If you try to change someone's fate and it's broken, you'll suffer karmic retribution. But if you leave your soul imprint on her fate, and the Imperial Advisor insists on using her, he'll need to remove your soul imprint. Then you can turn the tables on him!"

“What you said isn’t wrong. By marking her with my mark, protecting her soul, and concealing her destiny, if the old monster wants to completely control her, he must first strip away my aura. I can indeed take the opportunity to turn against him. But this child will also experience extreme pain and ultimately die.” Lang Jiuchuan shook his head, a cold smile curving his lips: “If dealing with him requires using an infant, then what difference is there between me and him?”

Her gaze returned to the swaddling clothes, and she murmured, "She's only six months old. How she should walk is not something we can decide for her."

Even though this path may not be the right one, it would be happier to be a little girl by her mother's side than to be sacrificed to the heavens or placed in some random spot at some unknown time.

Ah Piao cupped his hands in apology, expressing his shame and embarrassment at his suggestion, but admiration and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

She has principles, limits her kindness, and acts with virtue; these are the main reasons why people are willing to get close to her.

“To change her fate, I have to tell her mother and get her consent. Otherwise, if I change it without her permission, no matter if it’s well-intentioned or not, I’ll just be seen as an evil cultivator, and I can’t bear that kind of accusation.” Lang Jiuchuan took a deep breath, suppressing the backlash that was throbbing in his dantian, and said, “The child can’t make the decision, but she, as the mother, can. Mother and daughter are bound by blood. If she agrees, I can tell heaven and earth. Only then will I not suffer irreversible backlash because of this.”

She has her bottom line, but she's not some saint or a saint who takes all the consequences herself. People like her who change their fate have to bear some of the consequences of their choices.

What the future holds is all due to cause and effect, and has nothing to do with anyone else.

"Let Madam Song take care of this child for now. As for Wen Yue, I'll check on her recovery first. And her husband is a living hell; if they don't separate, it won't be good for the child. Manager Piao, that old monster is stealing the fortune of aristocratic families, and now he's collecting children's destinies. What he's planning must be earth-shattering. Also, check if there are any other children like her who have gone missing."

Ah Piao nodded: "There's no rush. Don't push yourself too hard. You have to take things one step at a time. Actually, no one is as important as you. He cares about you the most. So, you have to become stronger, strong enough that even if you fall into his trap, you won't be killed a second time!"

"Okay!" Lang Jiuchuan nodded heavily. She knew that the battle with that old monster had escalated.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch. Deep within the Gong family's estate, in the depths of their library.

The air was filled with a strange aroma, a mixture of old books and sandalwood.

Gong Tinglan, who usually appeared as ethereal and otherworldly as a banished immortal to outsiders, was now unkempt, sitting cross-legged amidst a mountain of ancient jade slips and sheepskin scrolls. Her fingertips brushed over a faded jade slip, on which were recorded in ancient seal script the secrets of the early days of the founding of the Great Dan Kingdom.

After parting ways with Lang Jiuchuan to settle matters concerning the Yang family, he returned to the Gong family and secretly arranged some matters. Then, he plunged into the depths of the library, which was never open to outsiders and could not be entered by anyone other than direct descendants or even without authorization, to search for the secrets of the Xuan clan that founded the Great Dan Kingdom two hundred years ago.

He had been in this library for several days, flipping through countless secret histories he had read in his childhood. His handsome and refined face could not hide his weariness, but his clear eyes always shone with a bright light.

The jade slip he holds now records the story of Tantai Qing, the seventh son of Tantai Jing, the founding ancestor of the Tantai clan, who is now the Imperial Preceptor.

The jade slip contained only a few lines, yet it seemed to tell the whole story of his life. His birth mother's identity was unknown. Before the age of ten, he was mediocre and timid. In the Tantai clan, which was full of geniuses at the time, he was practically invisible and inconspicuous.

However, shortly after his tenth birthday, he seemed to have an epiphany overnight. Not only did his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, but he also displayed an almost monstrous talent for the Dao, which impressed his father and made him cherish him like a treasure.

Logically speaking, such a genius should have countless achievements and detailed records. However, after demonstrating his extreme talent, his records became pitifully few, as if they had been deliberately erased, leaving only some vague achievements and nothing else. It wasn't until after Tantai Jing's death and the new emperor Tantai Chao ascended the throne that he suddenly bestowed upon him the title of Protector of the Nation, a prestigious title...

what.

Does it not have an honorific title?
Gong Tinglan was stunned for a moment before she realized that the National Preceptor was honored as the National Preceptor, but she had never heard of his honorific title, only his Taoist title. This should not be the case. Since he was appointed as a Dharma Master by the Human Emperor, how could he not have an honorific title?
He opened another jade slip, which recorded the major events of Da Dan in the thirty years after the second emperor ascended the throne. The appointment of the national preceptor was only mentioned briefly, and no honorific title was mentioned.

Something's strange!
Gong Tinglan's gaze returned to the jade slip, lost in thought. Before the age of ten, he was unremarkable. After his birthday, he made rapid progress. This abrupt change gave him a strong sense of incongruity. Could a person really be reborn to such an extent overnight?

He thought of Lang Jiuchuan.

She is different too. Now he knows that Lang Jiuchuan was reborn through borrowing a body. What about the Imperial Preceptor?
Is it true that one only becomes enlightened at a certain age, or is it something else, such as Lang Jiuchuan's resurrection, or possession?
Regardless of which one it is, if the current Imperial Preceptor is still the same Tantai Qing who awakened his enlightenment at the age of ten, then he would already be over two hundred years old. If his cultivation does not advance any further and he does not reach the advanced stage, then he may not have much time left!

Gong Tinglan took out a communication jade talisman, intending to send a message to Lang Jiuchuan, when a powerful aura appeared behind him. He immediately stood up and bowed to the newcomer, saying, "Patriarch!"

(End of this chapter)