The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 537 After all the twists and turns, it's still related to the old fox.

Seeing that Wen Yue herself had agreed, and with Madam Wen present, Lu Ruiting and Madam Lu could no longer find any excuse to stop them. Although their faces were grim, they could only watch helplessly as the girls instructed their servants to prepare carriages and horses, packed up, and left.

Standing at the side gate, watching Wen Yue board the carriage, Lu Ruiting's lips pressed into a straight line as he stared intently at Lang Jiuchuan standing beside the carriage. This devil was truly troublesome, yet there was nothing he could do about her!
Lang Jiuchuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned around, took a few steps, and looked at Lu Ruiting, saying, "Young Master Lu, you must be careful these days. I see a dark aura on your forehead, indicating an impending calamity. This calamity is a Peach Blossom Curse! At best, it will cause injury; at worst..."

Lu Ruiting's expression changed, his hands clenched at his sides, his gaze turning cold.

Lang Jiuchuan chuckled, then turned and left!

Madam Lu's face turned pale, and she quickly stepped forward to stop her: "You, what did you say? What's the worst that could happen?"

"Shh, heavenly secrets must not be revealed!" Lang Jiuchuan raised a finger to his lips and said, "If you want to resolve this calamity, Madam and Young Master might as well do more good deeds and accumulate merit. Perhaps the Ancestral Master is very kind and will bestow blessings upon you! By the way, it would be best to do it in Wen Yue's name."

"you!"

“Mother!” Lu Ruiting stepped down, pulled Madam Lu aside, and looked coldly at Lang Jiuchuan, saying, “Miss Jiu has quite the eloquence. I just hope that her eloquence won’t cause families to break up, otherwise there will be karmic retribution, won’t there?”

Lang Jiuchuan stared at him and said, "Let me give you another piece of advice: get a divorce as soon as possible, or you'll hurt yourself and others."

"No need for Ninth Sister to trouble herself."

Lang Jiuchuan laughed, uttered the words "Good advice is useless against a damned devil," and got into the carriage.

Lu Ruiting's face was ashen as he watched the carriages depart, his brows furrowed. It wasn't until Madam Lu came over and grabbed his sleeve that he said, "Why did you just let her go? You should have at least made her explain herself. What 'peach blossom curse'?"

"She's clearly provoking me, and my mother believes that?"

Madam Lu exclaimed, "I might not believe others, but who is she? She's a true celestial master who even dared to bring down the Rong family. Do you really think she would say such unlucky things just to scare you? As you said, isn't she afraid of incurring bad karma with her words?"

She grew increasingly worried and said, "In my opinion, you shouldn't go out these days, and you should cut off all contact with them."

"Mother!" Lu Ruiting shouted sternly, glancing left and right with a warning look in his eyes.

Madam Lu realized she had spoken out of turn and dared not say anything more. She only said, "I will immediately order people to prepare to go to Xiangguo Temple to offer incense, pray for blessings, and add incense oil. This will also help to get rid of the bad luck in this mansion. For the past six months, there has not been a moment of peace."

Lu Ruiting remained silent, watching the departing carriage with growing irritation.

……

It was the easiest thing for the Duke of Wei's mansion to accommodate a young lady who had returned to her parents' home to recuperate. The courtyard had always been reserved for Wen Yue. Although the people in the mansion felt it was sudden, since Madam Wen was in charge, who dared to say anything when she sent her daughter back to the mansion to recuperate?
Lang Jiuchuan gave Wen Yue acupuncture and medicine, and also told them to go to the Wanshipu to buy calming incense. The best way to recover is to have less worry, more sleep, and a cheerful mood, and then combine this with herbal decoctions so that the illness can be cured.

Wen Yue looked at Lang Jiuchuan with pleading eyes: "My son..."

“I can’t guarantee you’ll ever see her again, but as long as you live, there’s hope.” Lang Jiuchuan stared intently into her eyes and said, “If you’re gone, even if you find her, she’ll just be a motherless child.”

Wen Yue's tears fell instantly. She nodded heavily, closed her eyes, and perhaps affected by Lang Jiuchuan's spiritual energy, her breathing quickly became long and even. Lang Jiuchuan's gaze then fell on Wen Yue's face again. Although she was asleep, an unyielding sorrow remained between her brows, making her look pitiful.

Lang Jiuchuan focused his gaze on her fertility area, wondering what method she had used to break the illusion and deceive others.

Was it Tantai Qing's doing? No, his method shouldn't be that clumsy. Besides, with his own failed example before, he wouldn't use it again. After all, since they've already revealed their hand to each other, given his arrogant nature, he should have no scruples and act like, "I did it, what can you do about it?"

Lang Jiuchuan calmed his mind and focused his spirit, using his increasingly keen spiritual sense to carefully perceive the layer of gray mist covering her eyelids. It was not a simple aura of misfortune, but a deliberate spell cast by someone, like wearing a mask. However, the mask was made of aura, making it easy for the naked eye to see that she had lost her daughter.

"The Dao Yi Technique is indeed ever-changing; I had only scratched the surface of it before." Lang Jiuchuan's eyes gleamed with increasing interest.

Jiang Che focused his mind and cultivated his qi, opened one of his tiger eyes, lazily flicked his tail, and said, "Don't say such self-deprecating things outside, or people will think you're asking for a beating. Also, this technique of casting spells, is it really not the Imperial Preceptor? In this world, he's probably your only opponent. Who else could almost mislead you?"

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head: "Arrogance is not advisable. There are always people more skilled than you. Learning a wide range of things doesn't necessarily make you comparable to someone who specializes in one skill. I can't let my preconceived notions influence my judgment. Go outside and protect me. I'll trace this technique back to its origins. You'll follow my instructions in a moment."

Without saying a word, Jiang Che rushed out and onto the roof, preventing Lang Caining and the others from entering, saying that Lang Jiuchuan was still performing acupuncture.

Lang Caining and her husband, who had rushed over, stared blankly at the white cat. It was speaking human language.
Lang Jiuchuan looked at the layer of gray mist and did not forcefully break through it, as alerting the enemy would be a very bad strategy.

She pondered for a moment, then formed hand seals and murmured incantations. Visibly, a surge of pure Daoist energy condensed at her fingertips and gently touched Wen Yue's spiritual platform.

The power of Taiyin is extremely Yin and pure. It can not only refine evil, but also nourish the spirit and dispel illusions.

Wen Yue's mind and soul are unstable, and this little bit of power can nourish her deranged soul power. As for the price, she will get it one day.

As the power of Taiyin entered her body, Wen Yue's tense expression gradually relaxed. Under the cover of the power of Taiyin, Lang Jiuchuan immediately used his divine sense to probe silently toward the gray area.

The myriad arts of Taoism illuminate illusion; open!

The moment her divine sense touched that wisp of gray mist, Lang Jiuchuan felt as if she had entered a thick, murky fog, where the energy was constantly twisting. She cautiously probed in until she could vaguely hear the sharp cry of an infant.

The joy of accident!

Lang Jiuchuan was immediately startled. He probed with his divine sense again, piercing through the mist, and saw a magnificent temple standing on the mountaintop, with flying eaves and walls on the roof, and majestic and domineering mythical beasts.

That was a Taoist temple!
Lang Jiuchuan's divine sense penetrated deep, and his gaze fell on the name of the Taoist temple—Canglan Temple!

After all the twists and turns, it still comes down to that old fox.

"Jiang Che..." Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes, but hesitated to issue the command. Canglan Temple was founded by the National Preceptor, and its abbot was Dao Jicang. Jiang Che was no match for him.

I have to make the trip myself!
(End of this chapter)