The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 517 She is far inferior, stealing the power of transformation.
Using acupuncture, Lang Jiuchuan cleared the obstructed Qi in Yang Xiuyong. As the needles hummed, Lang Jiuchuan glanced at them, then looked at Gong Tinglan and said, "Acupuncture alone is not enough to preserve this life force. Let's set up an array with the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp."

Gong Tinglan understood immediately. The Seven Star Life-Sustaining Lamp could temporarily borrow the power of the stars to lock in Yang Xiuyong's last glimmer of life, so she said, "I'll take care of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished in a phantom. Gong Si took the opportunity to step forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Lang Jiuchuan, and inquired about the intricacies of acupuncture at major acupoints. Fearing that Lang Jiuchuan might misunderstand, he said, "I am quite fond of medicine and have no intention of prying into secret techniques. I only wish to discuss them. If I have offended you, please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and said, "You are more upright than Gong Qi and Gong Shiliu. Don't worry, I personally don't have any secret methods that I can't show to others. Saving lives and helping the world is the meaning of medicine."

After she finished speaking, she discussed acupuncture techniques with Yang Xiuyong about his body, what kind of needles to use, whether to calm or drain, what acupuncture methods to employ, and what Taoist secrets to combine with them, without holding anything back. She also took the opportunity to discuss the prescription for medicine.

When Gong Tinglan appeared out of thin air with seven antique-style oil lamps, the two of them practically stripped Yang Xiuyong naked and dissected his meridians for a thorough discussion.

Gong Si was still not satisfied, but he knew that things had to be prioritized, so he took the oil lamp and, following Lang Jiuchuan's instructions, arranged it around the bed according to the positions of the Big Dipper.

Lang Jiuchuan made a hand seal, flicked seven sparks from his fingertips, and they landed precisely on the lamp wick.

Gong Tinglan was amazed and looked at Lang Jiuchuan, saying, "You say you've made even greater progress."

"With your spirit and soul complete, and having undergone body tempering, plus the merits you accumulated before, you have indeed made progress, but it is still not enough. The path of cultivation is long." Lang Jiuchuan smiled modestly, then changed the subject, saying, "Although the Seven Star Life-Extending Lamp can borrow strength to lock in life, this method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. If the root cause is not eliminated, the lamp will go out and the person will die."

Gong Tinglan's expression turned solemn as he said, "It all depends on whether the Yang family can seize this glimmer of hope."

With the acupuncture needles guiding his energy and the Seven Star Lamp illuminating his face, a faint trace of color seemed to return to Yang Xiu's pale face, and his breathing became slightly more stable, but he remained unconscious.

Seeing this, Gong Tinglan breathed a slight sigh of relief, then frowned and said, "The root cause of this extermination is probably just as you said, Xiao Jiu, the problem lies in the fate of the Yang family's ancestral graves. According to the surviving old servant, the causes of death of the Qian and Li families, and even members of the Yang family, have become increasingly mysterious in recent decades. Some died from qi deviation during martial arts practice, some died in accidents, some died in depression, some even fell into a coma for no reason and never woke up again, and some even went mad from studying and jumped off the city wall. Not to mention that Xiu Yong's father drowned in a shallow pool, but he..."

He said with some helplessness, "The reason he ended up in this coma is because he fell and hit his head. But I have also seen him, and there is no injury to his brain. However, he is getting weaker and weaker every day and is in a coma. In fact, the servants of the Yang family are used to this kind of misfortune."

Lang Jiuchuan recalled the decaying and dilapidated atmosphere that had settled over this old house as he walked along the way, as well as the numbness that the servants exuded. They were probably just used to it.

“The fortunes of those families are declining, and they are entangled in misfortune. To be honest, I once tried to explore the ancestral tombs of the Yang family, but perhaps due to my limited cultivation, I only felt that the place had a stagnant and gloomy atmosphere, as if the sun was setting, but I could not see any specific clues.” Gong Tinglan looked ashamed and said, “I am far inferior to you.”

It's not uncommon for the aura of an ancestral grave to be waning. After all, even a slight disturbance to a propitious site, such as a natural disaster like an earthquake, can affect the feng shui. However, a family like the Yangs, with a history spanning a thousand years, would immediately seek out someone to repair the grave if such a calamity were to occur. After all, the ancestral grave is the place where the family's fortune is concentrated, and it is of utmost importance and cannot be taken lightly.

So when he saw that they were on the verge of decline, he realized something was wrong. With one misfortune after another befalling his clansmen, Yang should have noticed it long ago, but they still couldn't defy fate, and now only one son remained.

Unfortunately, he failed to discern anything amiss with the Yang family's ancestral graves. "You needn't feel ashamed. If the other party wanted to exploit the family's fortune and steal the heavens and earth, they wouldn't simply use ordinary techniques to damage the feng shui." Lang Jiuchuan stood up, his eyes sharp: "Take me to see."

Gong Tinglan instructed Gong Si to look after Yang Xiuyong, while he took Lang Jiuchuan out of the ancestral home. Both of them were quite skilled and used the Divine Speed ​​Technique to arrive at the Yang family ancestral tomb located in the Huayin Mountains in an instant.

Before even getting close, Lang Jiuchuan sensed an unusual aura. This place, with its beautiful mountains and clear waters, was originally an excellent feng shui location, but at this moment it was filled with an indescribable dullness and deathly silence. Birds and beasts had vanished, and even the sound of the wind seemed to become weak here.

She looked up; it was only midday, but the sunlight didn't reach this spot, making it feel cool and eerie.

With just one glance, Lang Jiuchuan knew that this auspicious place had lost its auspicious energy; it had turned into a deadly place, and it would be strange if nothing bad happened.

As the two entered the ancestral cemetery, the feeling became even more pronounced. She squinted as she looked around. The old and ancestral graves belonged to the Yang clan, and the tombstones stood solemnly. However, she did not feel the solemnity and reverence that should have been there. Instead, she felt a sense of weakness, as if she were being suppressed and drained.

Gong Tinglan was surprised: "When I came here before, it wasn't this gloomy, this..."

Lang Jiuchuan closed her eyes, gripping the Emperor Bell at her waist with one hand. It vibrated slightly, and the sound of the bell reverberated. Her divine sense spread out, and her five senses were all calm as she carefully perceived the earth's energy flow, the landscape, and the faint clan fortune of the Yang clan that permeated the air.

Her brows furrowed, her chest heaved rapidly, and her face showed grief, as if she could hear the earth's veins groaning, the mountains and rivers drying up, the air currents stagnating, and countless wails and cries.

It was the ancestors of the Yang family who were calling for help. They were pleading with her to save the Yang family from annihilation.

The aura of the ancestral grave filled her soul, as if dragging her into it, making her feel that extreme sorrow.

The great families that have stood for thousands of years did not perish because their descendants ruined their ancestral legacy, but because they were plotted against. How could anyone accept this? How could anyone not hate them?

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, her gaze like lightning, and shot towards a seemingly ordinary low hill behind the large ancestral graves. With a light touch of her toes, she darted to the hill.

Lang Jiuchuan took out a purple-gold Bagua compass from the bundle behind him, which he had also taken from Tongtian Pavilion. As soon as he took it out, the pointer on the compass started spinning non-stop.

Gong Tinglan's face darkened as she looked at the low hill, but couldn't discern anything, so she could only wait quietly.

The compass needle kept spinning. Lang Jiuchuan looked around again, then leaped onto a boulder atop the low mountain. He formed hand seals, spread his divine sense, and his face was icy cold. He said to Gong Tinglan, who had landed beside him, "It is a scheme to steal the destiny and transform it into life force."

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