The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Near the Void Realm Dragon Vein, there is a mountain called Void Mountain. In the valley where wildflowers bloom, there is a burial mound with a tombstone carved from willow wood bearing the name of Princess Tantai.

This is her grave.

Back then, the Imperial Preceptor possessed her body and rushed to the Imperial Mausoleum, but was defeated by Lang Jiuchuan and Fengya. He escaped using the Blood Soul Lamp, abandoning the physical body of Princess Tantai. Lang Jiuchuan naturally brought her out and buried her in a chosen place.

Now, more than ten years have passed, and she has long since passed away. But Lang Jiuchuan recalls his childhood and all the past events. There is no sadness in her eyes, only relief and composure.

Princess Tantai was intelligent, and perhaps she had long seen the Grand Preceptor's possessiveness. It wasn't romantic love, but rather a desire for possession. The Grand Preceptor showed satisfaction and ownership over the works he had carefully cultivated and sculpted. He wouldn't allow any deviation, nor would he allow anyone to covet them.

She didn't say it outright because she didn't fully understand where this desire was meant to be directed. She just intuitively felt that the more Lang Jiuchuan grew and became more outstanding, the stronger the Grand Preceptor's desire to possess him would become.

Later, she never had the chance to say it again.

Some people's lives have already been predetermined by fate.

She is, and so is Princess Tantai.

"I didn't leave you at the Tantai Ancestral Mausoleum, but chose a separate place. I suppose you liked it." Lang Jiuchuan cleared the weeds from the grave mound, only to find a ginseng plant growing behind it. Judging from the age of its stems and leaves, it was already ten years old, and its spiritual energy was more abundant than that of ordinary wild ginseng.

Fengya glanced at it and said, "Since the battle against the demon, you sacrificed your soul to obtain the spiritual mist, which caused the demonic energy to dissipate. All things in this world have benefited, and there are signs of spiritual energy recovery. It seems that it has also benefited from this."

“It just so happens to grow on A-Yue’s grave mound, and it hasn’t run away yet.” Lang Jiuchuan seemed to understand something. He squatted down and reached his hand onto the branches and leaves of the little ginseng. A faint spiritual consciousness trembled from the ginseng tree, yet it coveted the spiritual energy on her body, causing the branches and leaves to cling to her hand, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy.

Lang Jiuchuan's expression softened as he touched its leaves and said, "It has lost its soul but still has bones and flesh, with its remaining spiritual consciousness parasitizing it. It has indeed benefited from this."

Fengya raised an eyebrow. Was this referring to the ginseng tree's spirit, which belonged to Princess Tantai?
"Whether it is or not, we are destined to meet. What's wrong with giving you a stroke of good fortune?" Lang Jiuchuan condensed a bit of spiritual power and inserted it into the root of the little ginseng, murmuring a prayer: "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. I wish you will one day achieve enlightenment."

As spiritual energy flowed into its stem, the little ginseng seemed to become even more vibrant in an instant, its stems becoming greener than its leaves, growing into a rare and precious plant that was impossible to ignore.

Even though there was no wind, its branches and leaves were swaying, and one of the leaves even wrapped around Lang Jiuchuan's finger, as if in response to her words.

Lang Jiuchuan tapped the leaf to loosen it, then stood up, glanced at the grave mound one last time, and leisurely left.

Past lives and present lives, the cycle of birth and death, each with its own cause and effect.

Everything has its own way.

As Lang Jiuchuan descended from Mount Xuwu, he saw a white figure flying towards him at lightning speed. His brows immediately relaxed, revealing a sincere smile.

"Jiang Che." Her tone was filled with joy as she opened her arms and hugged the imposing white tiger that leaped towards her, nuzzling her cheek against its body.

Fengya watched from the side and clicked his tongue. "A dignified immortal, yet he's trying to curry favor. How pretentious!"

But this also reminded him of a scene from her childhood. When she was young and carefree, she loved to catch and play with furry things, cats and dogs alike. Any furry animal, whether alive or dead, had its fur pulled by her, especially those with thick fur, which she particularly loved. He didn't know what was so fun about it; it was so cloying. Look at this pathetic white tiger, clearly a tiger, yet it insists on pretending to be a cat and acting cute! Tsk!
Jiang Che was hugged and nuzzled by Lang Jiuchuan, all her resentment vanished, and she became aggrieved, saying, "You heartless bastard, you abandon your wife now that you've gained power, are you going to leave me behind again?"

Lang Jiuchuan chuckled and said reproachfully, "It's because you're in seclusion and I didn't want to disturb your cultivation."

She stroked its thick fur repeatedly and said gently, "Fortunately, you were all still here after the battle against the demon."

Back then, Fu Qi and Jiang Che were both prepared to die to protect her soul and did not actually sacrifice themselves to the great formation. They were her last resort, and she won the gamble.

The great battle against the demons was a great act of saving the world and all living beings, and all those who participated could accumulate this merit. Fu Qi was even able to enter the underworld to cultivate and become a night patrol god, while Jiang Che and she went into seclusion to rebuild their physical bodies. Each had their own path, which was very good.

“But you have already achieved enlightenment, and I…” Jiang Che’s mood became low.

Lang Jiuchuan's aura was ethereal and almost nonexistent. It wasn't that she was deliberately suppressing it, but rather that she had achieved great success in her cultivation. This world could no longer hold her, and she would inevitably ascend to heaven soon. If she stayed, she would only be rejected by the laws of heaven and earth.

This is the rule of Heaven, and everyone should follow it!

The reason why Fengya was stripped of his status as a ghost immortal for insisting on interfering in this matter is because of this.

Fortunately, he participated in saving the world and has accumulated great merit, thus escaping the void. Given time, he will be able to reach the pinnacle of immortality once again.

Lang Jiuchuan patted its tiger head and said, "You have gained spirituality and have the merit of saving the world. When I ascend to heaven in the future, I will naturally take you with me. I have said before that I would treat you as a spiritual pet, and I have never been lying."

Jiang Che was taken aback.

Lang Jiuchuan, however, had already cast the spell and chanted the incantation, thus re-establishing the contract with Che without Che's knowledge.

Jiang Che was both delighted and surprised, but he shouted loudly, "You're such a scoundrel! How can you sign a contract without my consent? You're a robber!"

"Yes, only when you're strong enough to beat me will you have the 'right' to tell me your terms, whether you're willing or not. Otherwise, you'll be at my mercy," Lang Jiuchuan said, feigning smugness.

This is the same principle as the law of the jungle. With her current cultivation level, if she were to form a contract with a spirit pet, as long as the other party is inferior to her, she could easily dominate it.

However, Jiang Che was quite pleased with this banditry. He had a sharp tongue and said arrogantly, "Fine, there's no tiger in this world more outstanding than me. You've got a good deal."

Fengya shook his head and walked forward; he simply couldn't bear to look anymore.

As always, Jiang Che jumped onto Lang Jiuchuan's shoulder and mumbled about the past. The two of them and the tiger didn't use any magic and walked on the mountain peaks as if on flat ground, until Lang Jiuchuan stopped.

"Xiao Hui, you're running so fast, be careful you don't get carried away by wolves... Who goes there!" A tan-skinned boy dressed in coarse cloth shorts saw Lang Jiuchuan and his group and instinctively protected the girl who was in front of him, gripping his wood-chopping knife tightly and looking wary.

Lang Jiuchuan, however, looked past him to the little girl behind him, and their eyes met. (End of Chapter)