Chapter 121: Female Demon Lord Appears! My Little Spy Seems Rather Disobedient?

Thousands of miles away, in the far west.

This was a forbidden zone for righteous Cultivators, the headquarters of the Demonic Cult—Heavenly Demon Palace.

Unlike the gloomy and terrifying rumors from the outside world, the interior of Heavenly Demon Palace was decorated to the utmost luxury, with shark-pearl gauze curtains hanging everywhere, thick polar snow-fox pelts spread across the floor, and an intoxicating exotic fragrance permeating the air.

Deep within the grand hall, upon a huge purple-gold throne.

A woman wearing a black flowing-gold Phoenix robe was lazily leaning against it.

She wore no mask, revealing a peerless visage capable of making the heavens and earth lose their color.

Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye added a hint of bewitching allure. Every movement of hers exuded a natural alluring charm, yet carried a Supreme majesty that people dared not look at directly.

She was the Demonic Cult Supreme, the Empress who ruled over all demons—Ye Hongzhuang.

"You mean…"

Ye Hongzhuang played with a goblet in her hand, filled with spiritual wine as scarlet as blood.

She raised her eyes slightly, looking at Saintess Ji Wushuang kneeling below the grand hall.

Her voice was lazy, carrying a hint of husky magnetism:

"That old fellow Yinsha was killed by this seat's 'little spy'?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang lowered her head and respectfully said:

"Reporting to Your Highness, exactly."

"Sect Master Yinsha did not know the bigger picture, attempting to use Gu Lan… oh no, using 'that chess piece' to refine a corpse puppet."

"In order to protect this nail that the cult had managed to plant into the core circle of the Qingyun Sect, this subordinate had to make a move."

"I ask Your Highness to forgive me."

"Forgive you?"

Ye Hongzhuang chuckled softly, slowly walking down from the throne.

She went barefoot, with a string of red bells tied around her ankle, making a crisp sound with every step she took, as if striking at the tip of one's heart.

"You have done very well."

"Trash like Yinsha, let him die if he dies."

"As for that Gu Lan…"

Ye Hongzhuang walked in front of Saintess Ji Wushuang, extended her slender fingers, and hooked Saintess Ji Wushuang's chin.

"This seat remembers, he was personally sent by this seat to the Qingyun Sect ten years ago, right?"

"At that time he was still a greenhorn, who would have thought that now… not only has he mixed his way into becoming a Core Disciple, but he can also cross realms to slay a Golden Core Stage old monster?"

"And…"

Ye Hongzhuang's gaze became somewhat playful, leaning close to Saintess Ji Wushuang to sniff.

"On your body, why is there completely the scent of that brat?"

"This seat heard that in the Kugu Forest, you kissed him in public?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's heart tightened, but her expression remained calm, instead showing a shy appearance.

"Your Highness is wise."

"That brat possesses a Top-grade Pure Yang Body, which is of great benefit to this subordinate's cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Charming Bone Technique."

"This subordinate merely… tasted a little sweetness, and by the way helped Your Highness win over hearts."

"After all, that brat has stayed in the Righteous Path for too long, what if he really gets brainwashed by that group of hypocrites?"

"This subordinate did this also to make him remember at all times… that he is a person of our Demonic Cult."

"Is that so?"

Ye Hongzhuang let go of her hand, turned around and walked back to the throne, her skirt hem dragging on the ground, swaying gracefully.

"Pure Yang Body…"

"This seat is becoming more and more interested in him."

She took a sip of the red wine in her cup, a trace of brilliant light flashing in her eyes.

"This chess piece has grown too fast; it is a sharp sword, but it is also easy to cut one's hand on."

"Since you already have that layer of relationship with him, then watch him closely for this seat."

"The 'Ancient Sword Tomb' three months later, this seat will send people there."

"You send a message to that brat."

The corners of Ye Hongzhuang's mouth hooked into a dangerous arc.

"No matter what, have him bring that 'Demonic Sword' out of the Sword Tomb for this seat."

"If he can't do it…"

"This seat doesn't mind going to the Qingyun Sect personally, catching him back… and properly 'disciplining' him."

"Yes!" Saintess Ji Wushuang hurriedly acknowledged, a layer of cold sweat already seeping from her back.

This Female Demon Lord was fickle in mood; if she really became interested in Gu Lan…

Then wouldn't her position as Saintess, or even the position of the "primary wife", be threatened?

It seemed she needed to quickly completely capture that blockhead!

…

Qingyun Sect, Nuanxiang Pavilion.

Gu Lan, who was miserably repairing the Martial Arts Arena, suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed again.

"Achoo—!"

"Strange, why does it feel like I'm being targeted by some even more terrifying existence?"

He rubbed his nose, just about to lay the last brick.

A golden Flying Sword message pierced through the air.

Gu Lan caught the Flying Sword and swept it with his Divine Sense.

[Sect Order: Order Core Disciple Gu Lan to lead a team to the ancient Sword Tomb for training.]

Beneath this official order, there was also hidden a microscopic, unnoticeable dark pattern that only Gu Lan could decode using the Demonic Cult's special secret method.

This dark pattern was attached deep within the hilt of the Flying Sword; if Gu Lan were not a "seed" cultivated by the Demonic Cult since childhood, he would fundamentally be unable to perceive it.

[Cult Master's Oral Decree:]

[Little spy, I heard you are very capable?]

[This time going to the Sword Tomb, bring that Demonic Sword back for me.]

[Do it well and there will be a reward, don't do it well… this seat will personally come to "cherish" you.]

Gu Lan's hand shook, and the brick smashed directly onto the back of his foot.

"Hiss—"

"The Female Demon Lord gave the order personally?"

"This damn… playing both sides is not easy either!"

Gu Lan was speechless with grief, quietly wiping away that dark pattern.

The Righteous Path told him to seize treasures, the Demonic Cult told him to steal a sword.

The key is…

That never-before-seen Female Demon Lord seemed to have… towards him, this "little spy"…

Developed some sort of strange interest?

"What's wrong, Junior Brother? Did you smash your foot?"

Hearing the commotion, Hongxiu on the side looked over with concern, her eyes clear, clearly completely unaware of the demonic secret order just now.

"N-No, nothing…"

Gu Lan gave a dry chuckle, guiltily avoiding Senior Sister's gaze.

"It's over."

Gu Lan looked up at the sky with a melancholic expression.

"This soft rice, it seems it's going to get harder and harder to eat."