The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 599 A Thousand-Year Scheme, Making Wedding Dresses for Others

Tantai Yan opened his eyes, his gaze now sinister and frosty, having long since replaced his former innocence and vulnerability. In the blink of an eye, he seemed like a completely different person.

He held the jade dragon belt in his hand, and a burst of dark lightning and fire rose from his hand, burning the jade belt to ashes. He looked at the ashes on the ground with a cold expression.

He then looked at the large bronze mirror with the dragon head beside him, and at the young emperor inside, but there was no joy or happiness in his eyes. Instead, there was a raging fire that could burn everything.

"Lang Jiuchuan!" Tantai Yan slammed his fist into the bronze mirror, shattering it into pieces on the ground.

Rather than calling him Tantai Yan, it would be more accurate to call him Tantai Wuji.

The body of the Imperial Preceptor has already exhausted all its life force, and that traitor Princess Tantai is an abandoned pawn. Only the body of Tantai Yan, who has merit and good fortune, is most suitable. Moreover, he is the Emperor!
As long as he remains in power, he is the supreme ruler, the Son of Heaven, protected by imperial aura.

He could control such a body better than this good-for-nothing. How could he be worthy of being a disciple of Tantai if he would kill himself over such a trivial matter?
Tantai Wuji also felt a moment of sadness. Could it be that he had lived for too long and deprived the clan of its fortune, so that the Tantai bloodline was getting worse with each generation, and now it was difficult to find a child with strong talent?

Is this divine punishment?
He quickly dismissed the thought, his expression returning to its coldness. As long as he achieved the Great Dao, why should the Tantai clan not prosper and be remembered for generations?
Throughout history, the path to imperial power has always been built on the bones of countless others. How could it be a losing proposition to dedicate one's entire clan to supporting someone who can lead the family for generations to come?

He did nothing wrong, and he was already getting closer and closer to achieving enlightenment. Success was just around the corner, but now...?

Looking at his reflection in the shards scattered on the ground, Tantai Wuji was filled with rage. His whole body trembled violently, and he made a hoarse sound, unable to utter a roar or curse.

Whenever he thought about how his thousand-year plan had been ruined by Lang Jiuchuan, he wanted nothing more than to tear her apart, chew her up, and pluck out her bones and soul!
How dare she do it? And how did she manage to do it? She was just a child. No matter how strong she was, even if she was evenly matched with him, she could never be his opponent. Yet she managed to do it.

She was cunning and treacherous. Right under his nose, she conspired with a scoundrel to seize his body, which he had nurtured for many years, and extract the vast fortune he had painstakingly stolen, all without him noticing.

Was she clever, or was I too arrogant and underestimated her, not knowing that when a wolf cub is not tamed, it will bite its master fiercely?

Underestimating his enemy meant he was destined to suffer a great loss. The little wolf cub he had raised with his own hands bit off a chunk of flesh—no, it bit his throat directly!

The thought of that unknown scoundrel occupying his body and doing whatever he wanted with the fortune caused Tantai Wuji's blood and qi to surge violently. His essence and blood rushed up and spurted out, mouthful after mouthful, staining the ground.

He hates it so much!
Tantai Wuji clenched his fist and finally let out a heart-wrenching roar, slamming his fist heavily onto the floor, causing a crack to appear in the hall.

He endured humiliation and hardship, scheming for a thousand years, all for the sake of regaining the peak, becoming the ruler, and controlling the universe. But in the end, he only benefited others. How could he not hate it?

All his hopes and all his plans were stolen in the most despicable way he despised, and this humiliation almost broke his reason.

Tantai Wuji stared out of the hall with bloodshot eyes, enduring the throbbing pain from his dantian and the agony of severe damage to his soul, and screamed for help.

A young eunuch hurried in, saw the scene before him, knelt down, and dared not even raise his head, saying, "Your Majesty."

"Send word to the Commander of the Imperial Guards that the Marquis of Kaiping's mansion has colluded with the sorcerers and sent assassins to kill me. Convey my decree to imprison everyone in the Lang family!" Tantai Wuji coldly gave the order.

That little wolf cub caused him a great loss; he'll make sure the entire Lang family is wiped out, leaving no one alive, to see if she truly doesn't care.

The young eunuch was taken aback, but immediately agreed. Before he could even walk out the door, Tantai Wuji spoke again, saying, "Never mind, perhaps I was mistaken. There's no need to go and announce it." "Yes." The young eunuch glanced at the new emperor again, feeling that His Majesty was acting strangely, quite different from usual. But now, his aura was more like that of an emperor.

Tantai Wuji told him to step back, but he sat cross-legged on the dragon bed, his hands forming a mudra.

He wasn't going to let the Lang family off the hook, but he couldn't rush things. If he attacked the Lang family right after the incident at the imperial tomb, it would be such a clear targeting that Lang Jiuchuan would surely discover that the current emperor had a different soul. At that point, that little madman would relentlessly pester him, and with the rat occupying his body, his vital energy and soul had already been severely damaged. It was not advisable to confront him head-on.

He needs to think things through carefully to figure out what's in his best interest.

If he can't get his physical body back, what will he do?

Don't rush, take it slow.

Just as Tantai Wuji was about to enter a meditative state, suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chilling sense of crisis arose from the depths of his heart.

He looked up sharply.

A deafening thunderclap shook the entire palace. Everyone inside was so frightened that they crouched down with their heads in their hands. Some looked in the direction where the lightning struck and saw that it was the Qiantian Palace, with flames rising from its roof. Their expressions changed drastically.

That was the emperor's sleeping quarters, and now it's been struck by lightning. I heard that the imperial tombs were burned by heavenly fire, and the imperial palace was also burned. Could this also be divine punishment?
Everyone looked terrified and rushed over to protect him.

Tantai Wuji watched as the immense lightning pierced through the roof and struck him directly. Before he could even react, the lightning was upon him.

Tantai Wuji: "!"

Struck by the powerful lightning, his already weakened spirit was unstable, and since he had just possessed a body and the connection was not yet complete, he was instantly blasted out of the physical body.

The shattered dome collapsed, and countless glazed tiles rained down, striking Tantai Yan's almost charred body.

Tantai Wuji had no choice but to rush in again, but whether it was because his soul was too weak from the severe injury or because the remnants of his physical body were resisting, he was unable to get in.

He hurriedly chanted incantations, forcibly possessing the body, then bit his finger to draw a soul-stabilizing talisman on his chest with his blood essence to prevent himself from being ejected from his physical body again. When he heard footsteps not far away, he looked down and saw his miserable state. He then cast a spell to put on a complete mask so that no one would notice that he had been burned.

Tantai Wuji needed a physical body to live in, and there was nothing more suitable for him than the identity of the emperor!
He just didn't expect that his possession of another body would invite divine punishment.

Was it because he was too hasty, or because his destiny had run out, and this damned Heavenly Dao found an opportunity to unleash its karmic retribution on him?
"Your Majesty?" someone rushed in.

"Get out!" Tantai Wuji roared, unable to contain himself, and stopped the visitor.

Having suffered repeated setbacks, and this latest devastating blow being the first he had ever experienced in his thousand-year lifespan, he could no longer remain calm.

"Lang Jiuchuan!" Tantai Wuji gritted his teeth and shouted Lang Jiuchuan's name, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.

　I'll update when I have time. Thank you for your understanding and patience!
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