The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

There is no hatred without a cause!

These words struck Xiao Qingyi like a thunderclap, making her body stiffen. She looked at Min Qingfeng and saw that his weak soul had indeed become solid again due to the outburst of resentment.

This is a sign that he's about to become a vengeful ghost!

What kind of hatred could cause a ghost's resentment to surge and turn into a vengeful spirit? Qingyi recalled what he had said, that it had caused the extinction of the Min clan, and her heart trembled, but she quickly regained her composure.

“There is no hatred without a cause, that is true, but to insult my master and then turn a deaf ear, then I am unworthy to be a disciple of my sect.” Qingyi raised his chin and said, “I have never met him before, and I only asked him what grudge we had, and he insulted my master as a heretic and said that I am a cutthroat like him. What, does he take me for a clay idol?”

She's not a bodhisattva, she's a firecracker.

Even if there are grudges, without knowing the truth, what she must protect is naturally her own side, especially since the other party insulted her for stealing her luck. How could she not be angry at all?

She cultivates the righteous and upright path, and would never engage in such underhanded and evil arts that steal fortune.

"The Imperial Preceptor wiped out my entire sect, so he is an evil master and a demon. You are his disciple, so how can you be any better?" Min Qingfeng roared fiercely. The ghostly aura on his body intensified, becoming dark and thick, showing how extremely he hated him.

"Generalizing from limited evidence, you're quite adept at arbitrarily convicting people. You claim my master caused the extermination of your entire clan, what evidence do you have?" Qing Yi sneered. "Furthermore, if I were truly evil, I would first subdue you, this fierce and vengeful ghost, to refine weapons. I advise you not to become a vengeful ghost; if you lose your mind and go out to harm people, I will surely kill you!"

As she spoke, she made a hand seal, as if she wanted to suppress the arrogance of Min Qingfeng, who was about to turn into a vengeful ghost.

Despite her young age, she possessed sharp eyes and an aura of righteousness, radiating golden light. This caught Fengya's attention, who couldn't help but take a second look. If this child wasn't born with a Daoist bone, she was either a Daoist seed with exceptional talent and comprehension. At such a young age, her soul was imbued with the golden light of merit. If he were to obtain her, she would be a great tonic for soul cultivation, aiding in his practice.

Yet she remained completely unaware of her own actions and dared to leave her body and wander about. Was this fearlessness or simply being arrogant and reckless?
Or is it an idiot?
Fengya cast a cold glance at the restless demons, his imposing gaze causing them to lower their eyes and dare not plot against him.

“He used the century-old fortune of my Min clan to solidify his foundation, doesn’t that count?” Min Qingfeng’s eyes were bloodshot as he said, “He destroyed the feng shui of my Min clan’s ancestral tombs and caused the Min clan’s bloodline to be cut off. How dare such an evil person be called the National Preceptor? Heaven’s justice is unjust!”

He suddenly looked up and let out a ghostly howl, and the dark resentment soared into the sky.

Qingyi's eyelids twitched, and she was about to make a move when someone was faster than her and blocked her way—it was Feng Jun.

"You cannot touch my guest!" Fengya looked down at her and said, "To touch my people is to oppose me."

Qingyi pursed her lips and said, "If he becomes a vengeful ghost and does evil and harms people in the human world, will that also be part of your karma?"

Fengya said calmly, "Every cause has its effect. His transformation into a vengeful ghost has its own cause. Every grievance has its source and every debt its debtor. Even the judges of the underworld can only determine punishment according to the Book of Merits and Demerits. Since he said that your master was the enemy who caused the extermination of his clan, shouldn't the blame fall on your master for the harm he caused?"

"Without any evidence..."

"Then why don't you go and find evidence before making a conclusion?"

"Stop trying to sow discord! Whoever questions this must provide evidence. Are you determined to protect him today?" Qingyi glared at Fengya, wondering if she could beat him in a fight.
"I'm going to protect him!" Fengya conjured a Netherworld Sword and glared at her: "If you want to touch him, fight me first."

Qingyi stared at him intently, then glanced at the dark mass of ghosts.

"Even if you lose, they won't dare touch you, don't worry!" Feng Ya seemed to see her worry and couldn't help but smile. Qing Yi's eyes darted around, and she said, "I have no grudge against you, why should I fight you?" She turned to look at Min Qingfeng and said, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Very well, if you have the ability, you can seek revenge, but if you harm unrelated people, I, Qing Yi, will surely kill you!"

She turned and left, walking very quickly.

Fengya was slightly disappointed. He really wanted to outwit the child, but the boy was young and cunning, and he was afraid that he would fall into the trap alone.

At such a young age, his cultivation is already strong, so his Taoist skills must be quite good as well. He is able to endure, and given time, he will surely achieve great things.

With such a celestial master in the mortal realm, evil spirits and demons must hide!
"Lord Fengjun, why did you let her go?" Min Qingfeng's body was surging with murderous aura.

Fengya glanced at him coldly: "What, do you want me to kill her for you and avenge the extermination of your clan? Who are you? What makes you think I would help you kill a minor celestial master who possesses merit and fortune? What makes you think I would bear the karmic consequences that would incur divine punishment for you?"

Min Qingfeng was frozen stiff by that look, and the murderous aura surging around him stopped. He stood there blankly.

“She said something right: no matter what grievances you have, there is a cause for every grievance and a debtor for every debt. If you want revenge, go find your enemies, but don’t involve the innocent.” Fengya stood with his hands behind his back and said, “Killing someone who shouldn’t be killed will kill you.”

He'll either die by her hand or by his!
Just because he protected him today.

Fengya didn't look at him again. He had cultivated for more than a thousand years and had seen all kinds of ghosts. There were many people who were more wronged than him, but what happened to them in the end?
We are all just passing through.

All the souls that appeared by his side but could not be retained were merely passersby.

Fengya glanced in the direction the child had disappeared. Would she also be just a passerby?

A powerful ghost flattered, "Such a virtuous and fortunate soul, if Feng Jun were to merge with it, its ascension to immortality would be imminent."

Feng Ya's face turned cold: "I disdain such things. I advise you not to have any ulterior motives. That child is not as simple as you think. If you go to provoke him, be prepared not to come back!"

Meanwhile, Qingyi, who had been praised by Fengya, had drifted hundreds of miles away and was standing blankly in the gloomy forest, his mind filled with Min Qingfeng's words.

Impossible. That person must have misunderstood something. Master is the national teacher revered by all people, the guardian deity of the nation. His faith and willpower are inexhaustible. How could he do such a thing?

However, the other person's words had taken root in her heart and she couldn't shake them off.

Qingyi's face scrunched up. Suddenly, she heard a noise, her eyes sharpened, and she looked over to see a girl about her age floating around in a daze. Behind her was an old ghost waiting for its chance to strike.

She flicked a spell at the old ghost, who screamed and floated away. Qingyi then grabbed the little girl and said, "Hey, what's your name? Why did your soul leave your body and drift to the mass grave? Are you looking for death?"

The little girl looked up, and Qingyi was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously touched his face, realizing that the girl looked a bit like him.

"I... my name is Lang Jiuchuan." The little girl looked at her stammeringly, "I can't go back." (End of Chapter)