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Chapter 115: Reluctant to Part!
Despite Gu Lan's shameless behavior, the atmosphere at the scene did not become relaxed; instead, it grew even more tense because of the two women staring at each other.
"I want to go back with you."
Saintess Ji Wushuang hooked her arm through Gu Lan's.
"No!"
Before Gu Lan could speak, Hongxiu had already blocked the front like a tigress protecting its food.
"Take a Demon Cult vixen back to Qingyun Sect? Do you think my Junior Brother has too long to live?"
"If the Sect's enforcement Elder discovers this, not only you, but even Gu Lan will have his cultivation crippled and be expelled from the Sect!"
"That's right."
The usually taciturn Lanyu also stepped forward; although her long sword had already been sheathed, her attitude was resolute.
"The Righteous Path and the demonic path cannot coexist. What you do outside is none of our business, but you must never step foot into Qingyun Sect even half a step."
Hearing this, Saintess Ji Wushuang's originally arrogant aura suddenly stalled.
Although she acted eccentrically, she also knew this was a fact.
As the leader of the Righteous Path, Qingyun Sect's grand protective array was extremely sensitive to Devilish Qi, and inside sat several Nascent Soul Stage old monsters.
If she really followed along, no matter how well disguised she was, it would be no different from courting death.
"Blockhead…"
Saintess Ji Wushuang bit her red lips, turned her head to look at Gu Lan, her eyes filled with reluctance and grievance.
"Are you also going to drive me away?"
Looking at her pitiful appearance, Gu Lan's heart softened as well.
But he knew Hongxiu was right.
Right now, he was not yet powerful enough to ignore the rules between the Righteous Path and the demonic path, nor could he openly keep a Demon Cult Saintess by his side.
"Shuanger, be good."
Gu Lan sighed and reached out to gently stroke her beautiful hair.
"After all, this is the territory of the Righteous Path. Your identity is sensitive, and following me back is too dangerous."
"Besides, you killed the Yinsha Sect Master. This matter will probably cause quite a commotion within the demonic faction as well. You also need to go back to tie up loose ends and consolidate your position as Saintess, right?"
Saintess Ji Wushuang fell silent.
She knew what Gu Lan said made sense.
Although the Yinsha Sect was only a second-rate demonic Sect, it could also be considered a branch of the Demon Cult.
Now that the Sect Master had died at her hands, although it could be said to be clearing out the Sect's internal traitors, she still needed to go back and give the Cult Master an explanation.
"Hmph, you make sense."
Saintess Ji Wushuang curled her lips and let out an arrogant hmph.
"However…"
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Gu Lan's ear, her breath smelling like orchids:
"This Palace ran all this way to save you, and I'm about to be chased away without even a sip of water. Isn't this too unfair for me?"
"Then what do you want?" Gu Lan's throat felt a bit dry.
"I want… interest!"
Just as the words fell.
Saintess Ji Wushuang abruptly reached out to hook her arms around Gu Lan's neck, and right under everyone's noses—amidst the practically fiery glares of Hongxiu and the others—she fiercely kissed him!
This kiss was passionate and domineering.
Carrying the unique wildness of a Demon Cult vixen, it felt as though she wanted to swallow Gu Lan whole.
Gu Lan only felt his mind go completely blank; the tip of his nose was filled with that alluring subtle fragrance, and between his lips and teeth was a warm, smooth softness.
After a full dozen breaths.
Right when Gu Lan felt he was about to suffocate, or about to be pierced through by Hongxiu's murderous gaze from the side.
Saintess Ji Wushuang finally let go of him.
She licked the residual saliva from the corner of her mouth, her gaze misty and carrying a bit of provocation.
"The taste is not bad."
"I'll let you off for now this time."
She reached out to help Gu Lan straighten his collar, and casually gave a hard pinch to his chest.
"Remember, wash your body clean for me."
"Next time we meet…"
"This Palace wants to be on top!"
Having said that, she didn't give Hongxiu and the others any chance to flare up at all. With a flash of her figure, she turned into a streak of black light and soared straight into the sky.
"Blockhead, don't die!"
"Keep that jade pendant; touch it when you miss me!"
Crisp and arrogant laughter echoed in the air, and the figure of that Demon Cult Saintess quickly vanished into the horizon.
Leaving behind a dumbfounded Gu Lan on the ground, and three women whose expressions were so gloomy water could practically drip from them.
…
"Uhm…"
Gu Lan touched his still-burning lips, looked at the three Senior Sisters surrounding him, and gave an awkward laugh.
"If I say she forced me, do you believe it?"
"Hehe."
Hongxiu sneered, crossed her arms, and looked him up and down with malicious eyes.
"Forced? I saw you enjoying yourself quite a bit just now, didn't I?"
"You even stuck your tongue out… Bah! Shameless!"
Lüluo also covered her eyes with a look of disgust, peeking through the gaps between her fingers.
"Senior Brother is no longer clean… He has been defiled by a vixen…"
"Enough!"
Gu Lan's old face flushed red, and he quickly changed the subject.
"This place is not suitable for a long stay. The commotion just now was so big that it will definitely attract other people."
"Quickly pack up the spoils of war and return to the Sect!"
…
One hour later.
The pink liuyun shuttle took off once more, carrying the four-person team loaded with spoils, galloping away in the direction of Qingyun Sect.
However, when they came, they were high-spirited.
When going back, it was… a joint tribunal.
Gu Lan was currently sitting obediently on a small stool on the flying boat, opposite the three "judges": Hongxiu, Lanyu, and Lüluo.
"Speak."
Hongxiu held a trophy confiscated from Saintess Ji Wushuang—some kind of unknown little leather whip—and gently tapped it against her palm.
"What on earth is going on with that vixen?"
"What token of love, what physical intimacy, what 'on top'…"
"Junior Brother, you went down the mountain this trip and played quite wildly, didn't you?"
Gu Lan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that this was even more nerve-wracking than fighting the Blood Corpse King.
"Senior Sister, this really is a misunderstanding…"
"That time I was trying to avoid a pursuit and accidentally stumbled into her Undergoing Tribulation grounds… and then some irresistible force happened…"
"Irresistible force?"
Hongxiu narrowed her eyes. "You mean she forced you?"
"Ahem, pretty much…" Gu Lan said weakly.
"I think you were half-willing!"
Hongxiu poked him on the forehead, exasperated.
"Do you know that she is a Demon Cult Saintess? A Female Demon Lord who kills without blinking an eye?"
"Aren't you afraid she would suck dry your Yang Qi and refine you into medicinal dregs?"
"Afraid! That's why I ran back!" Gu Lan looked aggrieved.
"Hmph, I think you're feeling quite pleased in your heart."
Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him. Although she scolded fiercely, seeing Gu Lan looking like this, most of her anger dissipated.
After all, it was good that the person came back, and that vixen didn't follow along.
As long as they returned to Nuanxiang Pavilion, this "pig" would still belong to them.
"Forget it, seeing that you made a great contribution this time, I will spare you for now."
Hongxiu put away the leather whip, her tone softening slightly.
"However…"
Her tone changed, and her gaze became somewhat ambiguous.
"Capital punishment can be avoided, but the punishment for living cannot escape."
"That vixen kissed you just now and left so much Devilish Qi on your body…"
"After going back, we must 'wash' you thoroughly."
"Wash how?" Gu Lan had an ominous premonition.
"Of course, using the spiritual spring of our Nuanxiang Pavilion!"
Hongxiu licked her lips, her smile revealing a hint of danger.
"If we don't wash off that vixen smell on you, you aren't allowed to climb into this lady's bed in the future!"
Lanyu on the side didn't speak, but she also silently nodded in agreement.
Lüluo excitedly raised her hand: "I want to help too! I want to help Senior Brother scrub his back!"
Looking at the three wolf-like Senior Sisters in front of him, and thinking about that steaming spiritual spring of Nuanxiang Pavilion, Gu Lan…
Suddenly felt…
This punishment actually seemed not bad?
"Since Senior Sister has given the order…"
Gu Lan's mouth curved into a wicked smile, and he stopped pretending, leaning straight back and comfortably resting on the soft couch.
"Then this Junior Brother will… respectfully obey."
"Only I hope Senior Sisters will… show mercy and not scrub the skin off this Junior Brother."
Under the setting sun.
The liuyun shuttle, carrying a boat full of laughter and cheers, vanished into the depths of the sea of clouds.
As for that distant Demon Cult Saintess…
Just as she said.
Next time they meet, who will be on top really isn't certain.
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