Chapter 111: Shura Field Eruption! That is my man, do you even deserve to call him?

"Boom—!!!"

Just at the very instant when Gu Lan and Saintess Ji Wushuang were "making eyes at each other."

That Blood Corpse King, driven mad by the attraction of the Pure Yang Qi, had already smashed over like a bloody meteor.

Its huge skeleton fist was entwined with dense bloody malevolent Qi, carrying terrifying power enough to shatter mountains, and fiercely smashed toward the location of the Crimson Veil Overwhelming Heaven Canopy.

"Careful!"

Gu Lan reacted extremely quickly. At this critical moment, he violently burst forth the True Qi within his body and pushed his hands to both sides.

A gentle yet domineering force surged out, directly sending the three people around him—Hongxiu, Lvluo, and Lanyu—to a safe area dozens of zhang away.

As for himself, he faced that terrifying fist descending from the sky all alone.

"You want to touch my man? You're courting death!"

Before Gu Lan could draw his sword, a sweet yet stern shout resounded through the clouds.

Above the high platform, that black, graceful figure instantly vanished.

The next second, Saintess Ji Wushuang appeared in front of Gu Lan as if teleporting.

Her originally lazy eyes turned murderous at this moment. The black long whip in her hand, the soul-locking whip, seemed to have come alive, transforming into a huge black python that fiercely lashed toward the Blood Corpse King.

"Pa—!!!"

A crisp, explosive sound rang out.

That infinitely powerful Blood Corpse King was actually lashed so hard by this whip that its figure tilted to one side.

That skeleton fist smashing toward Gu Lan was also forcibly deflected, blasting onto the vacant lot nearby and gouging out a bottomless giant pit.

"Roar?!"

The Blood Corpse King was dumbfounded.

It seemed not to understand.

Why did the "own people" who were just watching the show from the side suddenly make a move?

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go together!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang turned around and glared at Gu Lan.

There wasn't a shred of Saintess's high-and-mighty coldness in that look; it was clearly full of coquettish affection.

"Two months apart, and you plan to let this palace fight alone?"

"Ahem, how could that be!"

Gu Lan came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth hooking into a smile.

"Wasn't this just wanting to see if my Shuanger has gotten stronger?"

"Zheng—!"

The burning heaven broken sword in his hand left its scabbard.

The crimson-red sword body instantly ignited with raging flames.

"Since Shuanger has already made a move, this husband naturally cannot fall behind!"

"Slash!"

Gu Lan stepped on the Void Realm, his figure like lightning, instantly closing in.

The fentian sword in his hand, carrying the dual might of the Green Lotus Core Flame and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, delivered a sword strike straight at the Blood Corpse King's knee!

"Chi la—"

The Blood Corpse King's iron-hard bones…

Under the dual blows of the Immortal Artifact broken sword and the strange fire, they were as fragile as tofu.

A thick lower leg was directly dismantled!

"Roar—!!!"

The Blood Corpse King let out a painful roar, its massive body crashing to its knees.

"Take advantage of now! Soul-locking!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang was quick-eyed and fast-handed; the long whip in her hand instantly surged, transforming into countless black chains that tightly wrapped around the Blood Corpse King.

"Break for me!"

Gu Lan understood tacitly, leaping up, holding the sword with both hands, and fiercely stabbing down toward the Blood Corpse King's crown!

Puchi!

The long sword sank into the skull, and the violent strange fire instantly poured in.

Boom!

The Blood Corpse King's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, turning into a sky full of bloody rain.

A Blood Corpse King comparable to a Golden Core Stage Body Cultivator.

Just like that, under the duo's mixed doubles beatdown, it met its end in less than ten breaths.

Even the surrounding Yinsha Sect Disciples didn't react to what had happened.

The battle ended.

Gu Lan put away his sword and landed.

Shaking off the non-existent bloodstains, he was just about to strike a cool pose.

Suddenly, a wave of fragrant wind rushed toward his Face.

Saintess Ji Wushuang threw herself directly into his arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his neck, her whole body hanging on him.

"Dunce! Dead man! Why did it take you so long to come find me!"

"Do you know how much I missed you?!"

She buried her Face in Gu Lan's chest, her tone carrying a thick sense of grievance and yearning, just like a little wife who had finally waited for her husband to return home.

"Ahem… So many people are watching…"

Gu Lan's old Face turned red. Although he said that with his mouth, his hands very honestly hugged that slender and soft waist.

"It's fine, they wouldn't dare look."

Saintess Ji Wushuang raised her head and coldly swept her gaze across the surrounding Yinsha Sect Disciples.

"Whoever dares look, this palace will dig out his eyes!"

Huala!

The surrounding Disciples were so scared that they instantly turned their backs, and some even consciously covered their ears.

"Now nobody is looking."

Saintess Ji Wushuang turned her head, changing her Face in an instant, and leaned close to Gu Lan's lips with a smile blooming like a flower.

"I want a kiss."

"This…"

Just as Gu Lan wanted to say "That's not very good," he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

A Killing Intent even more terrifying than the Blood Corpse King just now came from behind.

"Let go of that man!"

An angry shout rang out.

A red silk ribbon shot over like a sharp arrow, directly interrupting the two's "good deed."

Hongxiu walked over with a dark Face, bringing Lanyu and Lvluo along.

Her fox-like eyes stared fixedly at Saintess Ji Wushuang.

If gazes could kill, Saintess Ji Wushuang would already be riddled with a thousand holes.

"Where did this Demon Cult vixen come from? In broad daylight, how dare she seduce a Disciple of our Qingyun Sect?"

Hongxiu walked to Gu Lan's side, grabbed his arm, and forcefully pulled him toward her side.

"Junior Brother, are you alright? Was your Yang Qi sucked dry by this vixen?"

"Seduce?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let go of her hand, tidied her somewhat messy hair strands, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a cold and gorgeous arc.

"Does this palace need to seduce her own man?"

"Your man?"

Hongxiu sneered, puffed out her proud chest, and retorted without showing any weakness.

"Junior Brother Gu is a person of Nuanxiang Pavilion!"

"What kind of onion are you? Claiming a husband right off the bat? Are people of the Demon Cult all this shameless?"

"I think the shameless one is you, right?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's eyes turned cold, and she pulled out that jade pendant from her bosom and waved it.

"We have long secretly pledged our lifelong love, and moreover…"

She deliberately paused, her ambiguous gaze sweeping across Gu Lan's lower body.

"We have already had intimate physical contact; this palace knows every sensitive spot on his body like the back of her hand."

"How about you? Old woman."

Pu—!

Old woman?!

Hongxiu felt like her chest had been pierced by an arrow, trembling all over with anger.

Although she was a few years older than Gu Lan, she maintained herself extremely well, looking only in her early twenties, right at the age of remaining charming and graceful. Where was she old?!

"Who are you calling an old woman?!"

Hongxiu conjured her red silk ribbon, her spiritual power surging wildly around her.

"Since you're courting death, this old lady will uphold justice on behalf of heaven today and take care of you, vixen!"

"Afraid of you?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang snorted coldly, the soul-locking whip in her hand wreathed in black Qi.

"Just right, this palace also wants to clear out these rotten peach blossoms around my husband!"

Seeing that the two women were about to start a massive brawl.

Even Lanyu at the side silently pulled out her sword. Although she didn't speak, the tip of the sword was clearly pointed at Saintess Ji Wushuang.

Lvluo was hiding in the back, excitedly taking out an image-recording stone.

"Fight! Fight!"

Gu Lan, who was at the center of the storm, felt only a splitting headache at this moment.

Is this the legendary… Shura Field?

This is much more tiring than fighting the Blood Corpse King!

"All of you, stop!"

Gu Lan let out a loud roar, directly blocking between the two women.

"Is this the time to quarrel?"

"The Yinsha Sect Sect Master is still refining evil arts inside! Can we handle the serious business first?!"

"Serious business?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang and Hongxiu said in unison, then glanced at each other, snorted coldly at the same time, and turned their heads away.

"Fine, I'll give you Face."

Saintess Ji Wushuang put away her whip, walked to Gu Lan's other side, hooked her arm around his other arm, and gave Hongxiu a provocative look.

"Then let's handle the serious business first, and at night… we'll handle the personal business."

Hongxiu was so angry that her teeth itched, but she also knew that the overall situation was of paramount importance, so she could only tightly hug Gu Lan's arm and refuse to let go.

And so.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Gu Lan embraced them left and right, with the Demon Cult Saintess on one side, the Righteous Path Senior Sister on the other, and two burdens following behind.

Just like that, swaggering toward the depths of the Yin-Gathering Pit.

The surrounding Yinsha Sect Disciples were dumbfounded watching this.

What the hell… are they here to eliminate demons, or are they here to show affection?!

Can this soft rice be eaten across factions?!