The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 595 Master and Disciple Meet Again, Tit for Tat

As the skeletons were removed, Lang Jiuchuan continued his actions, rapidly forming hand seals. His fingertips seemed to shimmer with spiritual light, which transformed into lightning and struck the empty center of the altar, blasting towards the array base.

Boom.

The array base was bombarded, and the entire Jitian Palace trembled. Dust and pebbles fell from above, and the stone walls cracked like spider silk, spreading out in lines.

At this moment, a vast and powerful will-bound restriction, like a black dragon awakened from its trance, roared and rushed straight towards Lang Jiuchuan, intending to completely annihilate her.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, he summoned the Emperor Bell from his waist. The same powerful Daoist energy flowed into the bell, and he charged towards the restriction.

The purple-gold lightning snake that materialized from the bell coiled towards the black dragon with lightning speed, twisting it forcefully.

The two forces collided, creating a deafening explosion that stung the eardrums, caused blood to seep from the ears, and shook the entire altar violently, cracking the ground with countless fissures.

Lang Jiuchuan felt a sharp pain in her chest. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and, without hesitation, lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped onto the altar. Ignoring the lingering aura of restriction on the altar, her hands moved with lightning speed, mobilizing the Xuanming True Qi and Chaos Qi within her body, alternating between them to condense a heart-palpitating chaotic intent, which she then slammed heavily towards the area below the altar—the central spot where she had passed away in her previous life.

Fengya, who was watching all this from inside the Little Nine Towers, sighed. This was a reckless fighting style. She had already used up a lot of her energy. When Old Ghost Tantai arrived, it would be another fierce battle.

But Fengya did not call a halt. They had already come this far, and it was impossible for them to stop just because they were afraid of losing power. That would render all their previous efforts futile and would be even more detrimental to their plans.

Click.

As the chaotic energy crashed into the area beneath the altar, the Netherworld Stone Foundation exploded, turning into dust that scattered in all directions. The entire altar collapsed, revealing a coffin made of millennia-old cold jade.

Lang Jiuchuan vomited a mouthful of dark blood, his face turned deathly pale, he knelt on one knee, clutching his chest with one hand, and looked up at the jade coffin.

It was placed on the dragon's spine, surrounded by a ring of stone slabs engraved with colorful talismans. The continuous dragon vein energy and a vast amount of golden light surrounded it, while a terrifying aura, as vast as the sea yet carrying a heavy sense of death, permeated the coffin.

Just as they expected!
Lang Jiuchuan smiled; she had won a round.

She stepped forward, peered through the jade coffin, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

Inside the jade coffin lay the body of a man, incomparably handsome, with radiant skin. His appearance bore a five or six-point resemblance to the Imperial Preceptor, but he was even more imposing and chilling.

He was dressed in a long black robe, his hands crossed on his chest and abdomen, his skin shimmering with a spiritual light. He did not look like a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, but rather like someone who was asleep. A pure dragon vein aura and a light golden fortune surrounded his body, suppressing, neutralizing, and then seeping into his skin.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were bloodshot. A thousand years of nourishment had restored his body, which should have decayed, to such an astonishing state. No wonder Master Huang said that the earth's vein energy had another aura, as if something terrifying was about to awaken.

He's clearly about to wake up!

Over the past thousand years, he has seized the fortune of countless dynasties, families, and even ordinary people to restore himself to this state. This massive amount of fortune may even be stronger than when he was alive.

How could he possibly deserve it!

Just as Lang Jiuchuan was about to smash open the jade coffin and destroy this source of trouble, a sharp and chilling aura swept towards her from behind.

"You wicked creature, how dare you!" A sharp, almost distorted shriek pierced the air, carrying an overwhelming killing intent, and locked onto Lang Jiuchuan.

Before she could finish speaking, a gust of wind swept in, and a figure moved with ghostly speed, its five fingers forming a claw as it aimed straight for her back.

Lang Jiuchuan froze, quickly turned around, and saw that Princess Tantai's five claws were already close at hand. Her face was filled with shock and anger, and her eyes were bloodshot. Although it was clearly her appearance, her tone and manner of speaking just now clearly belonged to Tantai Wuji.

That old ghost, he's changed bodies again, he... Lang Jiuchuan's anger surged to its peak, and he suddenly attacked, his palms clashing together, his true energy surging.

boom.

The two of them each took a few steps back.

Lang Jiuchuan looked up and saw that Princess Tantai's glass eyes had turned blood red, her cold and beautiful face was twisted with anger, and her spiritual power was surging around her, yet it was also a little unstable.

It is impossible for them to fit together perfectly.

She was a woman, and Tantai Wuji had just possessed her body. It was estimated that they hadn't had time to fully merge before the restriction was triggered and they chased after her.

Ah Yue...

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists clenched.

When Tantai Wuji saw the scene behind her, anger surged within him. He was still a step too slow, and she managed to break open the tomb.

He suddenly looked at Lang Jiuchuan and saw the golden light, power of will, and fortune surrounding her. A strange light flashed in his eyes.

Even though she was reborn and took on a different body, her fortune and merits remained undiminished, even more so than before, making her even more coveted and envied.

If he had such good fortune back then, he wouldn't have failed to break through to the Core Formation Realm. He would have ascended to the Great Dao long ago, and wouldn't have had to waste a thousand years planning again.

But failing to break through to the next realm doesn't matter; he still has his own destiny. If Heaven doesn't allow him to become a true immortal, then he will become the master who sets the rules, and he will spare no effort for it.

He had schemed and plotted, and was about to achieve the Great Dao, but unexpectedly, a change occurred, and this change was his destiny.

Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

Could it be that he was destined to rise and fall because of Xiao He?

Tantai Wuji's expression changed several times, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He will never allow it!
He paid a great price to glimpse the secrets of heaven and finally discovered this destiny. At the time, the divination showed mountains and rivers overlapping, but he didn't understand it. It wasn't until Lang Jiuchuan escaped and was reborn that he realized this was a second chance for him.

He can't lose!

Looking at Lang Jiuchuan's beautiful face, Tantai Wuji, with one hand behind his back, said calmly, "Aqing, why don't you bow to your master?"

He didn't pretend or waste words. The master and disciple met again in this place, in front of his physical body, so everyone knew what was going on. If he said anything hypocritical, it would be an insult to each other's intelligence.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at him, who was wearing the face of Princess Tantai, but was saying things that were utterly detestable, and couldn't help but sneer: "I only worship the dead. Why don't you just self-destruct on the spot, and I'll worship you for now!"

Tantai Wuji's face darkened: "I never taught you to talk back to your master!"

"My so-called master is the current Imperial Preceptor, Tantai Qing. You, a lewd old ghost who possessed a woman's body, what gives you the audacity to impersonate my master?" Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed fiercely: "Evil spirits and wicked ghosts should be killed!"

Before she could finish speaking, the Imperial Bell was unleashed, striking him fiercely with a ruthless intent: "Die!"

　My back is ruined again.
　　(End of this chapter)