The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 262 Lang Jiu Steals the Treasure, Piao Takes the Blame
Is the gentleman controlling a ghost?
Upon hearing Ah Piao's words, Sheng Huai'an's heart pounded wildly, and he broke out in a cold sweat, especially since the other party had asked him to bring out his magical artifact.

Under the knowing gaze of the ghost, Sheng Huai'an felt as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, leaving him completely naked and exposed.

The Tongtian Pavilion is truly capable.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Sheng Huai'an forced himself to remain calm and said, "The guards at home are waiting outside, please excuse me."

He didn't say anything threatening. He had come to Tongtian Pavilion after secretly investigating its background. Although he didn't find anything, he knew that even powerful nobles and royalty wouldn't come here to cause trouble or act recklessly.

So what if he is now a highly respected Confucian scholar? Can he still compare to those people?
Sheng Huai'an retreated in a disheveled state, almost fleeing.

The ghost didn't stop him; he just looked at the little paper figure with one foot sticking out from under his clothes with a half-smile.

Where can we escape to?

He walked into Lang Jiuchuan's private room and asked, "What kind of ghost is he looking for? How can you be so sure he can control ghosts?"

Lang Jiuchuan summoned the remnant soul from the Little Nine Pagoda and said, "The magical artifact in Sheng Huai'an's purse contains the ghost's aura. Oh, I found it in Sheng Huai'an's book collection."

A-Piao frowned and said, "Remnant Soul, if you hadn't picked him up, he would have been scattered by now."

Lang Jiuchuan hummed in agreement.

She suddenly stopped speaking and, through the little paper figure's perspective, watched Sheng Huai'an, who had hurriedly left, sitting inside the carriage, taking out a cage tower from the purse at his waist.

It was a cage no bigger than a baby's palm, made of meteorite iron, with runes engraved on its body, exuding a very righteous aura. Inside the small cage, there were delicate, small white pagodas wrapped with tiny chains.

The exquisite pagoda was so small that it was about the length of Lang Jiuchuan's little finger. The material of the pagoda was pure white with no impurities, and the pagoda body also had a faint spiritual aura. Her breath hitched slightly.

"What's wrong?" A-Piao asked, noticing her pale face.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "A cage locks the soul, and white bones form a tower."

That small, pure white, exquisite pagoda was made of bones, taking the most intelligent part of a person's body, such as the spiritual bone. The bones were also imbued with spiritual energy, proving that the owner of the bones was pure and possessed great wisdom.

His bones were used to make an exquisite pagoda to seal his soul inside. The pagoda was also engraved with the Five Fire Incantations to imprison and lock the spirit, thus becoming a magical artifact.

Wearing this magical artifact will automatically make it a protective amulet, preventing evil spirits from approaching.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as Sheng Huai'an sat cross-legged in meditation, muttering incantations. The exquisite pagoda emitted spiritual energy, but it was very faint, as if the white bone pagoda had lost its soul.

Even so, because the exquisite pagoda was made of bones and imprisoned in a cage of pure black iron, it was still a magical artifact, much better than an ordinary talisman.

She looked up at the remnant soul inside the room and saw him clutching his head in pain. His soul was faint, just like Fu Qi before, burning his spiritual energy to provide for others.

Fu Qi's face turned cold and stern, and his murderous aura began to stir again.

Lang Jiuchuan also exuded a violent aura.

Why do I keep encountering things like this lately?

She made hand seals, urging the paper figure to spin.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose inside the carriage, causing the interior furnishings to fall over. Sheng Huai'an, who was meditating, was startled and abruptly opened his eyes, only to find that the carriage was now dark and gloomy, as if a ghostly aura had entered the carriage.

He instinctively reached for the exquisite pagoda, but as soon as he touched it, he let out a scream and threw the pagoda away.

It turned out that the black iron of the exquisite pagoda had somehow produced a fierce fire, and the scorching red flames burned his hands until the skin was torn open and the bones burst out. He trembled all over in pain and screamed repeatedly.

His hand. The little paper figure rolled up the exquisite pagoda that Sheng Huai'an had thrown into a corner, jumped off the carriage with a gurgling sound, rolled a few times on the ground, and then carried the exquisite pagoda on its back, huffing and puffing as it hurried towards the Tongtian Pavilion.

Lang Jiuchuan's face turned even paler after performing such a spell, but she asked Fu Qi to open the window and wait for the paper figure to return, while she sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing.

The ghost came to the window and soon saw the little paper figure carrying the exquisite tower climbing up. It couldn't help but turn around and glance at someone.

What happened to the promised depletion of magical power?

If you encounter injustice, will you still have magical powers?
He scooped the paper figure and the exquisite pagoda inside, slammed the window shut, and placed the pagoda on the table.

Meanwhile, inside Sheng Huai'an's carriage, all was calm, as if the black mist that had filled the carriage earlier was just his illusion.

But his right hand was a bloody mess, with the white bone showing, and that was no illusion.
Oops.

Sheng Huai'an, his face pale, hurriedly searched the chaotic carriage for the Linglong Tower, but there was nothing there.

His Five-Fire Exquisite Pagoda disappeared without a trace.

Thinking back to what had just happened, Sheng Huai'an gradually realized that someone must have their eyes on his Linglong Tower, such as the shady shopkeeper Piao.

"Thieves, you scoundrels!" Sheng Huai'an was furious and slammed his hand on the carriage: "Quickly, turn the carriage around and go back to Tongtian Pavilion."

Damn thief.

The ghost felt an itch in its nose and sneezed. Who was cursing at it?
He looked at the Linglong Pagoda and finally understood what Lang Jiuchuan meant by "exquisite." The faint spiritual energy emanating from that white bone pagoda was enough to make one's mouth water.

The ghost looked again at the remnant soul. Was this white tower made from his bones?
As if answering his question, the remnant soul, after a moment of confusion, automatically floated towards the white tower and attached itself to it, thus increasing its spiritual energy.

Such a perfect match, it really is him.

"Who is so ruthless as to turn human bones into magical artifacts, even trapping the soul within them?" the ghost said. "How can a soul possess such power?"

Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes and looked at the exquisite pagoda. When the remnant soul returned to the white pagoda, the spiritual energy of the white pagoda was no longer so shallow, and there was also a layer of Wenchang Jinji auspicious energy.

"Could it be the God of Literature descending to earth?" she exclaimed in surprise.

A Piao asked, "The God of Literature has descended to earth. You mean he was originally a top scholar, a good official?"

"Such a spiritually imbued skeleton must possess exceptional wisdom and the auspicious energy of the Wenchang star. What else could it be but the reincarnation of the Wenqu star?" Lang Jiuchuan recalled that Sheng Huai'an was a top scholar in the imperial examination, and his examination paper was admired by countless students. An unbelievable thought popped into his mind: "Could it be that the true examinee of Sheng Huai'an's top scholar's paper was actually this Wenqu star?"

This explains why Sheng Huai'an's writing style is so different from when he became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

That's cheating!
The ghost was also taken aback and said, "How is that possible?"

"What's impossible?" Lang Jiuchuan looked at him, then changed the subject: "But now is not the time to discuss this. You should deal with the trouble first; they're catching up."

What?
Before the ghost could speak, Sheng Huai'an roared from downstairs: "Damn thief, give me back my treasure!"

A ghost: "!"

Damn it, you damn woman, you stole something and now I'm taking the blame?

Eek! Who's working hard on Labor Day to update more content? It's none other than the real scumbag, Zha Mo!

Please take care of Ah Jiu in the new month! Mua