The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 516 Emerging from the Mountains, Lang Jiu is Worthy of Being My Teacher

Gong Tinglan's message made Lang Jiuchuan and the others feel uneasy, especially since they had just learned what she had experienced in her past life, and now they suddenly heard that two ancient clans had encountered great calamities. Could this be a coincidence?
Thinking of Lang Jiuchuan's fate, a terrible guess arose in their minds: the long-standing family fortunes of these clans might have become a granary for some people to nourish themselves.

Lang Jiuchuan originally planned to return to the Lang family, but now he dared not delay. He sent Fu Qi to handle the Ren family's affairs, while A Piao continued to collect useful information, especially the movements of the royal family and the imperial advisor. Even if he couldn't figure out their methods, collecting more information would allow him to gain insights from the details.

After settling everything, she took the General's Che, broke through the Yin Path, and transformed into a shadowy figure, heading straight for the Huayin territory where Gong Tinglan was located.

Fu Qi and Apiao exchanged a glance, their eyes both cold and hard. The trees may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. They were facing a tough battle. Could they win?
Huayin, the ancestral home of the Yang family.

The once bustling, thousand-year-old family home is now deserted and shrouded in gloom. Above the ancestral home, a large, ominous dark cloud hangs heavy and lingers.

Upon seeing Lang Jiuchuan, Gong Tinglan immediately came to greet her. After taking a few steps, she hesitated, unsure if she recognized him. It wasn't until her third eye opened that she realized who he was. A strange light flashed in her eyes as she bowed to him, saying, "Reborn from Nirvana, congratulations on your enlightenment."

"Just lucky." Lang Jiuchuan waved his hand, then glanced at Gong Tinglan. He still had that otherworldly and refined appearance, but his brows betrayed his weariness and worry. He said, "It seems your journey has been quite unsuccessful."

Gong Tinglan hesitated, but when she saw a steward-like person approaching, she stopped and said, "Let me take a look at this Yang boy first. His condition is very bad. I have used the Gong family's spiritual medicine, but it can only keep him on the brink of death. His life force cannot be preserved."

The two followed the steward through the many courtyards. During this time, Lang Jiuchuan had already heard from him about the three great clans. It was said that the clans were wiped out, but in reality, it was because the bloodlines of the clans were dying in various ways, including those who married outsiders.

This is a family with a thousand-year history, numerous branches and countless in-laws. Such intertwined bloodlines are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, which is why Gong Tinglan found it troublesome and asked her to come out of seclusion.

“If you had come any earlier, I probably wouldn’t have received your message,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “I’ve only just come out of seclusion myself. However, I have some guesses about this matter, but I can’t be sure.”

Gong Tinglan's eyes darkened. Did this mean she knew who was behind it?
Knowing that now was not the time to go into details, he did not inquire further, but waited until this matter was resolved.

Upon arriving at a bedroom filled with the aroma of medicine, Gong Si greeted them. When he saw Lang Jiuchuan, he was momentarily unable to recognize him.

"Gong Si specializes in medicine, so I sent him to oversee things, but unfortunately..." Gong Tinglan looked at the young man on the couch and sighed slightly.

Gong Si hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Miss Lang Jiu?"

"Fellow Daoist Gong, it is I." Lang Jiuchuan nodded with a smile and looked at the person on the bed. His face was sallow and he was on his deathbed. It was Yang Xiuyong, the last hope of the Yang family.

She stepped forward for a closer look and saw that his eyes were sunken and his lips were purple. Despite his young age, he gave off a sense of decay and exhaustion.

She pursed her lips, extended two fingers, and gently placed them on Yang Xiuyong's wrist pulse. The skin her fingertips touched was icy cold.

Gong Si watched Lang Jiuchuan's actions silently from the side.

Lang Jiuchuan formed a hand seal, and a wisp of true energy mixed with pure spiritual consciousness condensed at the tip of her fingertips as she supported the pulse, which she carefully probed into the other's body. Upon this probe, she frowned slightly, her expression becoming somewhat solemn.

Yang Xiuyong's body was utterly lifeless!
"His pulse is bad. Many key points of his twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians are blocked. The Qi of his five internal organs is extremely weak, and the circulation of the five elements is almost stagnant, making it impossible for the Qi and blood of the five internal organs to circulate. This last bit of life is like a candle in the wind, and it is being constantly drained away by some invisible force. If you hadn't used spiritual medicine to keep him alive, he would probably already be... Now, although he is hanging on by a thread, it is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his finger and sighed. This was no ordinary illness or injury; it was more like a withering at its root.

Gong Tinglan nodded: "That's exactly what I saw. That's why I had no choice but to ask you to come and see if you can give him a chance to live."

"You have a past relationship with the Yang family?" Lang Jiuchuan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gong Tinglan smiled faintly: "We can't really call them old friends. The Yang family's ancestor rose to prominence by supporting the emperor, and his descendants have continued for thousands of years, spanning several dynasties. His family has produced many famous figures. Although they haven't been as glorious in the last two hundred years, they are still a rare and prominent family. I did have some interaction with his father."

He pointed to Yang Xiuyong and said, "His father, Yang Chenglin, was extremely skilled in water conservancy, but not good at being an official. He was too straightforward and spoke too bluntly, and did not know how to be tactful, so he was often ostracized. But when it came to water conservancy, he would go to any place that asked him. He did not do it for fame or fortune, but for the people."

As he spoke, his expression darkened: "But even such a person died in the very water conservancy he was best at, his life taken by a flood. Ironically, the riverbed was no deeper than his waist."

Good people never live long.

A moment of silence fell, and the atmosphere became somewhat somber.

Lang Jiuchuan broke the silence and said, "We are both cultivators, so I won't beat around the bush. His meridians are blocked, his qi is cut off, and his life force is fading. It cannot be cured by medicine. His condition is like a backlash from the fate of the entire clan, or his life force has been forcibly cut off by some force."

Gong Tinglan's face was cold and stern: "Are you saying that someone has jeopardized the fate of the Yang clan?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "The extermination of a thousand-year-old family doesn't just wipe out one or two people. The only reason they can indiscriminately harvest every member of the family is because something went wrong with the ancestral graves and the family's fortune. We'll talk about that later. Let's deal with him first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the bone bell from her waist and placed it on Yang Xiuyong's forehead. The spiritual energy of the bone bell immediately entered his mind and spirit.

Lang Jiuchuan took out the golden needles again, made a hand seal, and with a flick of her wrist, several fine golden needles, shimmering with golden light, appeared between her fingers. She adjusted her breathing slightly, and with lightning speed, the golden needles accurately pierced Yang Xiuyong's major acupoints.

Her movements were so fast that Gong Tinglan and the others could only see a blur of needles. By the time she stopped, all the needles were already inside her body. She then changed her incantation, chanting softly as she swept her hands across the golden needles on his body. Pure Xuanming True Qi was injected into the needles, causing the needle tips to hum and tremble.

Yang Xiuyong, who was unconscious, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his complexion gradually underwent subtle changes.

These needles were slowly clearing the blocked meridians and reactivating the faint flow of true qi within his body.

Gong Si's eyes burned with fervor. This was the true essence of acupuncture! Lang Jiu was worthy of being my teacher!
(End of this chapter)