The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 513 Suppressing the Imperial Mausoleum, Nourishing the Dragon Vein, and Enhancing the Nation's Fortune

To guard the imperial mausoleum, nurture the dragon vein, and enrich the nation's destiny.

Lang Jiuchuan's nonchalant tone brought tears to the eyes of both Jiang Che and Fu Qi, their gazes filled with sorrow.

She was only a few years old then, and now she has been reborn and is of marriageable age. But two years ago, wasn't she only fourteen years old (by Chinese reckoning) or thirteen at most?
She was just a child, yet she suffered such a terrible thing. This was far more tragic than the fake Langjiu. Her body and soul were used to nourish the national destiny of the entire Dadan!

No wonder they wanted to obtain the merit of 100,000 lives. With this merit, they would gain good fortune, and if they used it to nourish the dragon vein in the imperial mausoleum, the nation's fortune would surely be prosperous and enduring.

"How could there be such a vicious person in the world!" Jiang Che hissed, feeling both angry and heartbroken, yet helpless.

Fu Qi said with a sinister face, "Such viciousness and evil is similar in purpose to the great formation that besieged our Fu family army. Perhaps he was the one who did it all, all for the sake of the long-term stability of Da Dan."

"What is he trying to do!" Jiang Che said angrily. "For his own selfish desires, he has done such a heinous thing. What kind of national advisor is he? Why doesn't Heaven strike him dead?"

"The title of Imperial Preceptor is truly fitting. Aside from personal grievances, what has he done for the common people? Everything he did was for the sake of the Great Dan's foundation, and he truly succeeded, allowing Great Dan to continue for two hundred years. Compared to other rulers, the Tantai clan's rule has been remarkably long. Most importantly, Great Dan has indeed enjoyed peace and prosperity. So, what is there to punish him for?" Lang Jiuchuan scoffed. "The only people he has wronged are me, his disciple, and many individuals like myself, but in return, he has brought stability to the people. How can that be considered unworthy?"

She stood with her hands behind her back, the wind blowing her black hair that hung down beside her ears. Her eyes were cold and aloof as she said, "This is just like the saying, 'Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles.' He used an open strategy. You can't say he was completely right, but you can't say he was completely wrong either."

It's just like the algorithm of sacrificing one person to save ten; it's simply a matter of which is more important. And she was the one who was sacrificed. She believed that she wasn't the only one who had done this in the past two hundred years.

But it's so disgusting!
It wouldn't matter if he sacrificed one person to save ten, and it wouldn't be wrong if he used his merits and fortune to benefit the nation's destiny, but that destiny must belong to the common people, not just to one person's granary.

However, Tantai Qing's calculations were nothing more than using the national fortune of Da Dan as his own granary to prolong his life, or perhaps to achieve perfect ascension!
So what kind of selfless person is he? He's nothing but a hypocrite, a sanctimonious liar, utterly disgusting.

Fu Qi asked, "All this meticulous planning, is it really all for Da Dan?"

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head: "He has lived for many years. Da Dan has existed for two hundred years, so he is probably no less capable. However, Foundation Establishment cultivators can live up to one hundred and fifty or even two hundred years, and those who cultivate to the Golden Core can live for more than five hundred years. But does such a person exist in this world? The Xuanmen can cultivate, and living for two hundred years is already extraordinary. But if one wants to live more than five hundred years to transcend the mortal realm and become a saint, it is impossible with the spiritual energy here. Otherwise, the ancestors of the Xuan Clan would not have perished."

In short, this is not the spiritual energy and power of laws that exist during the cultivation period. To transcend the mortal realm, attain sainthood, and become an immortal is as difficult as ascending to heaven!
"In other words, his fate is sealed, so..."

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "When I was learning the Dao from him, what he talked about most was immortality. His Dao is immortality!"

Fu Qi and Jiang Che were silent for a while, then said, "So, all his scheming to take you away and raise you, was it just because of your destiny?"

"A pure dragon in the Four Pillars of Destiny, an exceptionally noble fate. If one is also blessed with good fortune, wouldn't such a 'magical artifact' be stronger than an ordinary one if carefully nurtured?" Lang Jiuchuan chuckled self-deprecatingly. He could nurture it, but all that careful guidance from his teacher and father was fake, which was disgusting.

He'd be better off being strict, but instead he acts like a loving father. Sure enough, he smiles at you on the surface, but behind your back he's holding a knife coated with deadly poison.

Jiang Chemu's expression turned grave. She said, "The Grand Preceptor's scheme is so meticulous; if it's truly as you say, he's after immortality, and now that his fate is sealed, he probably won't allow his plan to go awry. But you've already been exposed, meaning you've all revealed your cards. Now it's up to each of you to rely on your own abilities. Xiao Jiu, he's not easy to deal with!" She could handle the Rong family head and the others who were only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but the Grand Preceptor was far beyond ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. No one knew exactly how long he had lived, but legend had it that he had already grasped the Great Dao, possessing boundless magical powers, not to mention the protection and blessing of the nation's fortune.

Most importantly, the Imperial Preceptor was the pillar of strength for Dadan. Not to mention the whole country, every prefecture in Dadan had a shrine dedicated to him. He was the faith of countless people.

Because of his presence, Dadan was peaceful and prosperous, which is why he was considered a god-like figure by many.

What can you do to fight someone like that?

Given Lang Jiuchuan's personality, if you kill me, he definitely won't let bygones be bygones; instead, he'll take a knife and kill me back.

If she seeks revenge against the Imperial Advisor, wouldn't that mean going against all the people in the world and standing on the opposite side of the entire city of Dadan?
The tiger's head was feeling a little dizzy from being pulled. What should he do?

"I know, but no matter how difficult it is, we have to try." Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes and said, "To do something even when you know it's impossible, as long as the outcome is worthy of it, that's enough."

She couldn't bear to watch him steal the country and enrich himself, and reach the pinnacle of power.

The path he yearns for is paved with the flesh and soul power of many fortunate individuals. Why should they become his stepping stones, allowing him to ascend step by step to the heavens?
No way!
She doesn't want to!

An ant trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength, but as the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole.

Even a tiny ant like her can move house like an ant.

Let's start with this city.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped out and entered the city in an instant. She did not conceal her whereabouts, but her aura was completely different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary people did not even have time to notice her presence before she passed by like a gentle breeze.

She walked towards the central axis of Pancheng and came to a temple. It was very popular and had been renovated to be extremely grand. The plaque of the temple was written in gold paint as the Temple of the Goddess of Jiuchuan.

At that time, the temple was crowded with people. Devout men and women held incense and candles and went in to kowtow with piety, praying for good weather and peace for their homes. In the center of the temple, a jade statue made of white jade, with a face that was seven or eight parts similar to her previous life and eyes that were compassionate, stood on the stone platform, receiving the incense offerings of thousands of people.

Fu Qi and Jiang Che exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock: "This shrine is..."

"The Temple of Merit." Lang Jiuchuan's eyes showed a complex expression as he said, "This is a temple erected for me."

But it is also her shackle.

　With his spirit and soul fully recovered, starting the estimation is perfectly normal, right? Are the Sherlock Holmes darlings satisfied?
　　(End of this chapter)