The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 609 The Rising Sun, the Sign of Fallen Demons

As the light faded and the thunderclouds slowly dissipated, the world returned to calm. Only the lingering scorching heat and raging spiritual energy in the air testified to the earth-shattering tribulation that had just taken place.

All living beings, including those who cultivate the Tao, rushed towards this place like madmen, wishing they could have arrived in an instant.

The sky cleared, and a seven-colored spiritual mist descended. Celestial music seemed to play in the sky, congratulating the cultivator on reaching the pinnacle of enlightenment, becoming an immortal in this world, freeing himself from the cycle of reincarnation. If he continued to cultivate, he could ascend to the legendary immortal realm.

The spiritual mist that descends after an immortal's tribulation is the purest and most nourishing tonic. Therefore, all living beings rush here in a frenzy, hoping to get a share of the benefits and a bit of good fortune.

Master Huang, who had been guarding this dragon vein since early morning, was so excited that he trembled with excitement, greedily absorbing the spiritual mist. He never expected that helping to steal a house and carrying out the remains of Lang Jiuchuan would bring such a great reward.

Make big!
The resentment and indignation from being threatened vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe. To have such great fortune at such a young age, she truly is a woman of destiny.

Fengya's chest heaved as he looked at the ethereal figure, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.

She faced death at every turn, but she overcame each one. Her foundation only became more and more solid, unbreakable.

Lang Jiuchuan stood in the void, her tattered clothes were replaced with brand new blue robes by her flick of her wrist, her long black hair cascading down her back, which she casually tied up with a tree branch that had been turned into a hairpin, and her eyes shone like stars, with a faint purple-gold light flowing within them.

She had already subsided her surging spiritual power and used her divine sense to examine her dantian meridians. Her meridians were full of purple-gold spiritual power, brimming with vitality. The round golden core that was the foundation in her dantian was flawless and naturally formed with Daoist charm. It sank into her sea of ​​qi and slowly rotated, as if it were absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It also resonated with the chaotic energy that she had obtained through Nirvana, surging and boundless.

Lang Jiuchuan let out a long breath, slowly raised his hand, and felt the unprecedented, pure and boundless power that seemed to be able to control a world. A dazzling divine light flashed in his starry eyes.

She seemed to have sensed such power before!
She looked at Fengya, their eyes met, and with a thought, she flashed forward and appeared in front of him, grinning: "Don't I look incredibly majestic and powerful right now!"

Fengya's lips twitched: "The immortal has returned to the mortal realm!"

With just one sentence, she shattered her divine potential; truly worthy of her reputation.

Lang Jiuchuan turned around triumphantly and said, "Now I believe I am the savior sent by the Heavenly Dao. At less than twenty years old, I have reached the Golden Core Realm. Who in this world can match me? Without the Heavenly Dao's help, I would not be able to achieve this either!"

Fengya said, "The greater the ability you are given, the greater the responsibility you bear, even far exceeding what it entails. Are you ready?"

"Of course." Lang Jiuchuan looked in the direction of Wujing, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling killing intent: "Those who bring chaos and calamity to the people in this chaotic world shall be punished!"

“Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose. He has already used his imperial status to stir up trouble everywhere and wreak havoc on the world. You must be careful,” Fengya warned.

Lang Jiuchuan nodded. She looked at her remains from her previous life, stepped forward, and with a flick of her wrists, scooped up a handful of yellow earth and piled it up to bury them.

Once the small mound was completed, she cast a spell on it.

"Let's go. It's time to return to the capital and settle everything." Lang Jiuchuan looked at Feng Ya: "That thing, have you kept it safe?"

"rest assured."

...Deep within the palace.

The instant Lang Jiuchuan achieved the Golden Core realm and her energy resonated with heaven and earth, Tantai Wuji abruptly stood up from the dragon throne, knocked over the Nine Dragon Jade Cup beside him, pressed his hands on the dragon table, panted heavily, his face extremely pale, and roared in a low voice: "She succeeded! She actually achieved the Golden Core realm!"

His voice trembled slightly, revealing an incredulous shock. His eyes were bloodthirsty, filled with resentment, jealousy, and twisted emotions. Why? He had made so many preparations and was full of confidence back then, yet he failed. But now, a little girl had done it!

A Golden Core cultivator has emerged here, but it wasn't him, it was her. Heaven is unjust!

Tantai Wuji closed his eyes slightly, burying the fear in them. He was not afraid of the Golden Core itself, but of Lang Jiuchuan's incredible luck and speed of advancement. The variables she brought far exceeded his calculations.

Back then, he glimpsed the secrets of heaven and knew that a person of great fortune was reincarnated here. Only then did he realize that he had done everything he could. He repeatedly pondered how to repair the remnant nourishing array that he had obtained from his sect, and used the person of great fortune to pave his way to heaven. He succeeded, but unfortunately, despite all his scheming, he still failed at the last hurdle.

Can those with great fortune truly bring about such significant changes?

Now that Fengya has taken away his physical body, it means he has lost his greatest reliance and the possibility of returning to his peak. With Lang Jiuchuan around, he will definitely have a hard time getting his body back, and the other party will not let him get it back. He will definitely absorb and destroy all the power that the body brought.

The original body is no longer worth considering; it's already a useless piece. As for this imperial body, although it possesses the aura of an emperor and is nourished by the nation's fortune, it has never cultivated, its physique is average, and its potential is limited.

Meanwhile, in Langjiuchuan, the sun was just rising in the east!
Tantai Wuji felt a little flustered, but he took a deep breath and quickly calmed down. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with a crazy determination. He murmured, "The righteous path is hard to tolerate, and the imperial power is hard to continue. Then let this world sink with me."

A wicked smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the head eunuch rush in in a panic, a bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes. Needless to say, it was Gong Xuanyao, who had repeatedly tried to see him. He was no longer pretending and was going to force his way in.

He waved his hand in annoyance, and before the head eunuch could speak, his neck seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, turning him around, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

With a flick of his wrist, Tantai Wuji summoned the ancient, blood-red soul lamp, which was filled with demonic energy, as if a figure was moving within it.

With a thought, the Soul Lamp transformed into an ancient book, entirely black and red, made of an unknown black leather, exuding an ominous and empty aura. He brushed the cover, revealing the words on it.

The Grimoire of Kongjin.

If the righteous path does not tolerate it, he can fall into demonic ways. Even after he succeeds, he can seize the body of the one with great fortune, and then reach the Boundless Heaven to become the ruler. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Without further hesitation, Tantai Wuji opened the Demon Tome, and an ominous aura surged out, spreading rapidly. Wherever it passed, it stirred up the negative emotions of countless people, and resentment erupted.

“I already told you, he won’t see me…” Liu Xiu stood in the imperial city, muttering to himself. Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he stared in horror at the ominous black and red aura that suddenly surged out from the depths of the palace: “This, this is?”

The head of the Gong family followed his gaze, his eyes filled with fear: "A sign of demonic corruption!"

(End of this chapter)