The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 582 Is this merit too hot to handle?

Lang Jiuchuan entered Tongtian Pavilion and, without any prior notice, broke into Fengya's Void Realm. The two looked at each other in silence.

"Still as strong as ever." Lang Jiuchuan looked at his naked body and said dryly.

Her eyes darted around, her peripheral vision involuntarily glancing at his hand reaching for his robe, then looking away.

Sure enough, only by trespassing could one catch a glimpse of a handsome man emerging from his bath.

"You're still as shameless as ever," Fengya retorted with a cold laugh, putting on his robes. "In the mortal world, men and women shouldn't sit together after the age of seven. Even those who have entered the Dao and don't care about such things know not to look at what is improper. Years ago, you used your youth and ignorance to cover it up. Now what do you say, 'Will you take responsibility if I see everything'?"

"How could that be? Taking responsibility after just one glance would be a huge loss!" Lang Jiuchuan glared and said, "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it before. What's wrong with just one glance? Who knew you would be taking a bath at this time?"

Seeing her trying so hard to argue, Fengya snorted coldly, slowly walked to the table and sat down, asking, "What are you doing barging in here?"

He then saw the rich golden light of merit emanating from her, pursed his thin lips, and said, "You played a significant role in the matter of the Corpse Demon."

He avoids interfering in human affairs whenever possible to avoid being bound and killed by the laws of Heaven. However, with the Tongtian Pavilion around, he is not entirely ignorant of human affairs, especially the matter of the Corpse Demon, which Lang Jiuchuan is helping to relieve suffering everywhere.

"Hmm." Lang Jiuchuan looked tired and said, "I'm a little tired. Let me take a nap first, then I'll talk to you."

She climbed onto the black jade bed he had placed in the corner without any hesitation. The yin energy contained within the black jade enveloped her, and she quickly relaxed and began to breathe deeply.

Fengya: "..."

He poured himself a drink at the table, and only after finishing the whole pot of wine did he walk to the bedside and look down at her.

She must have been sleepless for some time; there were faint dark circles under her eyes, and her face was as white as porcelain. Resting on the black jade pillow, she appeared even more pale and cold, but her brows were furrowed.

Even when sleeping, one cannot sleep soundly. Although one's soul is nourished by accumulated merit, one is burdened with worries and cannot let go of them, so naturally one cannot sleep peacefully.

Fengya lit a stick of incense and placed it in front of the bed. He also performed a complicated hand seal and struck her between the eyebrows.

Lang Jiuchuan's furrowed brows relaxed.

Fengya was finally satisfied. He sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, formed hand seals, circulated the power of the Nine Netherworlds, and entered a meditative state.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't sleep for long, but she slept in a place where she felt safe and unguarded. Although her sleep was short, it was deep, and she woke up feeling refreshed.

This black jade bed is a good thing; I'll get one for myself someday.

Lang Jiuchuan touched the black jade beneath her, feeling the Yin energy within, and felt a little drooling. Seeing that Fengya was still in meditation, she sat on the bed, hugging her knees and staring intently.

This person is really good-looking.

No wonder I thought he was a banished immortal who had mistakenly entered the mortal world when I first saw him. But he was indeed an immortal, even if he was the lowest-ranking ghost immortal, he was still one of the Five Immortals. However, he gave up and broke his immortal position to save her.

Every realm has its own laws. When he, in his immortal form, interferes in the affairs of the human realm, the laws will naturally descend, stripping him of everything and suppressing his power.

He also used his soul power to nourish his remnant soul, and forcibly sent a portion of it into the underworld to be nourished by the Xuanming True Qi of the underworld.

Fengya was the one who supported her with all his might, and also the only person she owed in both of her lives. Lang Jiuchuan reached out, hooking the Netherworld Power that swirled around him, condensing and playing with it at his fingertips.

I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to repay it in this lifetime.

Lang Jiuchuan thought for a moment, then clenched his hands and drew a wisp of merit and vow power from his dantian sea of ​​consciousness into his Nine Netherworld Power.

If one day I am to be sacrificed by the old monster, then all my merits and vows should not go to him; some should be left for Fengya.

As soon as her wisp of merit and vow power mixed into the power of the Nine Netherworlds, Fengya immediately sensed it. His eyebrows twitched, but he couldn't interrupt his cultivation, so he simply accelerated his absorption, gathered all the energy back together, and then calmed down and opened his eyes.

His eyes, as black as obsidian, were unfathomable. He looked at Lang Jiuchuan and frowned, saying, "What are you doing? Do you find this merit too hot to handle?"

Lang Jiuchuan laughed and said, "I have no way to repay your great kindness. You don't even think much of my small frame. If I were to offer myself in return, I would only be asking for trouble. This is the only thing that's useful to me, so I'll give you a little bit."

"I do not need."

Lang Jiuchuan snorted and glanced at him sideways: "You say no, but your body says yes."

Feng Ya's face darkened, and he was about to draw out that bit of wish power when Lang Jiuchuan quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't do that, I was wrong, okay?"

"You have strength but nowhere to use it. Knowing the enemy is powerful, instead of gathering your strength to strengthen yourself, you still want to be a good person. Do you want your life to end too soon?" Fengya said in a deep voice, "I can save you once, but I can't save you a second time. Once can defy the laws of the human world, but a second time..."

"I know, I know, we'll both die the second time," Lang Jiuchuan said. "So if I'm no match for you, don't bother."

Fengya's expression grew increasingly cold.

"I mean, just in case, just in case." Lang Jiuchuan said with a fawning smile, "Rebirth is not easy. Heaven has given us one chance. I don't believe it will give us a second chance, unless I am the daughter of Heaven."

"No need for jokes or acting like you're giving your last words. Get to the point." Fengya's tone was very displeased, his chin slightly raised, full of arrogance.

Lang Jiuchuan's smile faded, and he said, "You once told me not to trust anyone too much, including yourself and Tantai Qing. Did you already know what kind of person he was?"

“What kind of immortal is he… I don’t know him, but he’s just a villain in disguise, a hypocrite who can fool a naive girl like you, but he can’t fool my discerning eyes. The so-called Imperial Advisor is nothing but a title obtained by deceiving the world.” Fengya pursed his lips: “If I had known he was so ruthless, I should have forcibly taken you away, so you wouldn’t have suffered that punishment of being suppressed.”

His tone was somewhat annoyed.

"Don't blame yourself, this is all my destiny," Lang Jiuchuan said. "You have cultivated for tens of millions of years, do you even know of Tantai Wuji?"

Fengya said, "I am a ghost cultivator, and I am naturally at odds with the mortal world. Therefore, I cultivate in the underworld. Compared with humans, it is even more difficult for spiritual beings like us to attain the Great Dao. The most important thing in cultivation is to avoid distractions. Where would I find so much time to pay attention to messy people and things? If you hadn't accidentally entered the underworld back then, you and I would never have met."

Lang Jiuchuan laughed sullenly: "So knowing me is truly your retribution, making you lose millions of years of cultivation!"

"If you say that again, get out of here!"

He glanced at Lang Jiuchuan and said coldly, "A mere ghost immortal is something I can cultivate, and I'm naturally willing to give up. I act only according to my heart and have never sought anything in return. If you continue to act so strangely, don't blame me for kicking you out!"

(End of this chapter)