The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 575 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

A good cure for the corpse poison has been found, but the main ingredient has been changed to the ghost flower. This flower grows mostly in extremely yin places like graveyards and is not common. Therefore, even though there is a good cure, it is in short supply due to the scarcity of the main ingredient. Especially after learning that the corpse poison plague has appeared in many counties, towns and villages, this cure has become even more precious.

Another point is that the water used to prepare the Ghost Flower was purified with water essence, and the medicinal soup was catalyzed with Taiyin Xuanming True Qi. Considering that one person cannot be in two places at once, it is impossible for her to travel around with the water essence. Even if she could, it would be impossible to save the entire Dadan from danger all at once.

In order to make the antidote more common and eliminate the need to use Taoist magic to enhance its potency, Lang Jiuchuan could only continue to improve the prescription.

The decoction was boiled with rootless water, while the ghost flowers were soaked in ancient well water. To catalyze the decoction, the boiling time had to be extended. The most important thing was that the Zheng Yang Po Miasma Talisman could be used as medicine, which could also help, but the effect would never be as spiritual as water purified by water essence. However, the existence of life was a great blessing, since she was too busy to save everyone, and they had already turned into corpses before she could arrive.

Lang Jiuchuan sent the antidote formula back to Gong Si. Now, the two formulas require a large amount of medicinal materials, all of which are provided by the imperial court and donations from philanthropists.

Even if the antidote is found, the speed of its spread is far behind the speed of treatment, especially for the living dead whose internal organs have been corroded. Even if they drink the medicine, they will not survive for more than three days. At most, they will not turn into corpse demons and will need to be separated from their bodies and burned.

Dadan was plunged into an unprecedented catastrophe.

The New Year arrived quietly and passed in silence and low pressure. The new emperor did not even hold any ancestral temple worship, and hurriedly adopted the reign title Jian'an. He diligently governed the country every day. Despite this, he heard more and more negative news about the corpse plague, which was spreading rapidly from person to person. The people were full of complaints, cursing heaven, earth and the emperor. The public's trust in Dadan also dropped considerably.

In the face of natural disasters, we are all ants.

Even ants have different levels and tiers. Noble families and powerful people always have more resources to save their lives than ordinary people. For example, they can obtain talismans and prescriptions. Whether it is a good prescription for detoxification or prevention of plague, they can brew it themselves. Some virtuous families will generously give alms when the country is in trouble. What they give is not porridge or rice, but medicine, to relieve the urgent need.

But many more people hoped that the legendary living Bodhisattva, Fairy Lang, would come to their region, because she was the one who developed the antidote, and the antidote she personally brewed was even more effective.

Lang Jiuchuan left once again in a town, looking exhausted, and hid in the mountains to absorb the life force of the plants and trees to recuperate.

She's just a human being, not a god; working non-stop all the time naturally makes her exhausted.

Fortunately, the more frequently she appeared and the more people she saved, the more faith and power she gained, making her spirit and destiny stronger day by day.

Jiang Che's worries grew with each passing day.

She felt that she was following the plan of that damned old monster, just like what happened in Pancheng back then. Now, Langjiuchuan is saving people from suffering and accumulating merit and vows. Isn't she also a container for collecting luck and merit? Once it overflows, she will probably be sacrificed again, just like she died in her previous life!
Lang Jiuchuan took a deep breath and said, "This can't go on. We need to nip it in the bud. She's like a mother worm, spreading everywhere. We'll always be led by the nose."

In fact, they are now being led by the nose. She bites and spreads the poison, or she has evolved to the point where she no longer needs to bite people, but only needs to use the corpse miasma to spread the poison. No matter how capable Lang Jiuchuan and the others are, their energy is limited, not to mention medicinal materials. The efficacy of ordinary anti-epidemic soup will also decrease as the source of the poison evolves. At that time, where will so many ghost flowers come from to be used as the main medicine?

Therefore, she not only had to find a medicinal herb that could replace the Ghost Flower, but also had to kill the Corpse Demon Luo Zheng first. Lang Jiuchuan took out a communication jade talisman, confirmed Gong Tinglan's location, and was about to tear open the Yin Road when he said to Jiang Che, "Go back to Wujing and have A Piao send his little ghosts to find the Ghost Flower. Also, take these few Yang-type Poisoning Talismans and the prescription, along with the spiritual water, back to the Lang family and give them to my uncle, and teach him how to brew them."

She hung a small bundle around Jiangche's neck, patted its head, and said, "It's hard work, but we White Tiger Divine Beasts never complain. You've accumulated a lot of merit, which will be of great help when you ascend to immortality and overcome tribulations in the future."

Jiang Che couldn't be happy. Seeing the rich golden light of merit on her body, his tiger eyes seemed to turn golden as well. He said, "Have you ever thought that the one who is really leading you by the nose is that old monster Tantai Wuji? It's clearly a good thing that can bring merit and vows, but he refuses to step forward and lets you save the world. Just like the Pancheng Dragon Imprisonment Formation, this is a trap."

Lang Jiuchuan's smile faded, and he said, "The Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' I may be cold-hearted and indifferent, but I cannot stand by and watch these people die. That is not my way. So even though I know that this is most likely a trap he set, with a bottomless abyss below, I still jumped in without hesitation."

"He really thinks he's a living saint!" Jiang Che sneered.

"No, I am not a god, nor should I be deified. I am simply upholding my principles and doing what I am willing to do within my power, following my heart. It is fine to be virtuous in my own time, but what is the point of living alone if all living beings are gone?" Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, his hands behind his back. "Besides, so what if he set up this scheme to lead me forward? I did it, and this faith and vow power are truly mine. Since it is mine, how I use it is up to me."

He schemed, he set a trap, he lured her into it, she fell into the pit, but who will emerge victorious remains to be seen!

Knowing it was a trap set for her, how could she sit idly by and let herself be slaughtered?

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed with a dark light, as if piercing through the void, precisely watching the man's every move.

She had already said all that, so what could Jiang Che say? They could only stand together and move forward together. She didn't say anything about being careful. By now, she was no longer the Amon she once was. Her only opponent was that old monster, Tantai Wuji!

Lang Jiuchuan watched Jiang Che leave before entering the Yin Road, temporarily putting aside the plague that had brought him suffering, and reuniting with Gong Tinglan.

Gong Tinglan was in a terrible state and was also extremely frightened. He had been tirelessly pursuing the trail of this corpse demon for several days and had fought her two or three times. However, he saw that she was getting stronger day by day, and he was even finding it difficult to keep track of her, especially since she was extremely good at hiding and transforming.

This is the real White Bone Demon, concealing her aura and appearing just like an ordinary mortal.

However, he lacked a pair of discerning eyes. For example, right now, who could be wary of an acquaintance? This acquaintance was none other than Lang Jiuchuan, whom he had analyzed with a few days ago.

Gong Tinglan looked at the cut on the back of her hand, a cold glint in her eyes. Even if it meant her death, she would leave this menace here today!
"The stars shift and the universe is restored to its rightful state, let it stand still!" He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of masculine blood onto the sun, moon, and star chart in his hand, and offered it as a sacrifice to the corpse demon bearing Lang Jiuchuan's face.

　Anyone else?
　　(End of this chapter)