Chapter 123: Enemies on a Narrow Road! Saintess, Where Are You Looking?

"Boom—"

The pink liuyun shuttle carried a suffocating wave of powdery scent, landing extremely high-profile on the flat ground at the periphery of the canyon.

In an instant, the originally bustling canyon seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

Thousands of pairs of eyes turned over in unison.

On the Righteous Path side, a group of sanctimonious Cultivators looked at each other in dismay, wondering which brothel's painted boat had flown to the wrong place?

On the Demonic Path side, a group of fierce-looking demonic Cultivators were also dumbfounded, wondering what kind of new trick this fellow Cultivator had come up with?

"Cough, cough…"

Gu Lan braced himself against these thousands of searchlight-like gazes, taking the lead to walk out.

That suit of white clothes was whiter than snow, elegant and handsome, with a remnant sword hanging at his waist, truly possessing the appearance of a Righteous Path Prodigy.

Just…

The four women who closely followed behind him, however, had a somewhat off vibe.

Jiang Wanqing was dressed in white, cold and ethereal like an immortal, carrying a hanshuang sword on her back—that was the standard Righteous Path goddess persona.

Hongxiu was in a red dress, enchanting and charming, swaying gracefully as she walked, a living, breathing siren capable of ruining a country and its people.

Lanyu was in tight martial attire, full of cool badassery, radiating a Sword Intent that kept strangers at a distance.

Luoluo was in a green dress, still gnawing on half a spiritual fruit in her hand, with an innocent and carefree expression.

How could this be a team coming for an adventure?

This was clearly a mobile harem group!

"That is… Jiang Wanqing of the Qingyun Sect?"

"Good heavens! The iceberg Fairy is actually sitting in this kind of… this kind of scandalous flying boat with a man?!"

"Who is that man? Why on earth can he bring so many beauties?"

The crowd instantly exploded into a commotion, countless gazes of envy, jealousy, and hatred shooting towards Gu Lan like sharp swords.

If gazes could kill, Gu Lan would have already been sliced into a thousand pieces.

"Hmph, seeking attention by creating a novelty."

Just at this moment, an unharmonious voice rang out.

Not far away, among a group of Cultivators dressed in black and white Daoist robes, a youth with a gloomy expression walked out.

Holding a folding fan, his eyes contemptuously swept over Gu Lan, and finally lingered greedily on Hongxiu and Jiang Wanqing for a moment.

"The Qingyun Sect is truly becoming more and more decadent."

"Sending such a pretty boy to lead the team was bad enough, but they even made it look like a spring outing."

"Fairy Jiang, if you feel lonely, why not come to our Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect's team? This Young Lord will definitely… take good care of you."

"Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect?"

Gu Lan raised an eyebrow.

This was a notoriously evil faction that specialized in plundering the yin to supplement the yang. Although they were also classified under the Demonic Path, even the orthodox Demonic Cult looked down upon them.

"Seeking death."

Before Gu Lan could even speak, the temperature of the surrounding air plummeted drastically.

Jiang Wanqing's eyes turned cold, the hanshuang sword did not leave its scabbard, and she merely swiped gently with her sword finger.

"Crack—"

A visible chill instantly crossed a hundred meters.

That Young Lord, who was still acting cool while shaking his folding fan, had not even had time to restrain the lewd smile on his face before his entire person turned into a crystal-clear ice sculpture!

Along with his few lackeys behind him, they were also frozen shivering, their eyebrows covered in white frost.

"Scram."

Jiang Wanqing parted her red lips slightly and spat out a single word.

Absolute dominance!

Overflowing!

The entire scene instantly fell into absolute silence.

Is this the strength of the Qingyun Sect Senior Sister? Freezing people at the slightest disagreement?

Gu Lan looked at this Senior Sister beside him, whose aura was fully unleashed at the moment, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and secretly gave a thumbs-up.

"Senior Sister is mighty!"

Jiang Wanqing turned her head, the chill in her eyes instantly melting, replaced by a trace of faint gentleness.

"With me here, no one can bully you."

She reached out to tidy up the temples of Gu Lan's hair that had been blown messy by the wind, her movements natural and intimate, as if declaring sovereignty to everyone.

However.

This warm scene hadn't even lasted two seconds.

"Yo, what a mighty display."

"Has Fairy Jiang taken the Sword Tomb as her own back garden? Freezing whoever she wants?"

A lazy, hoarse, yet fatally seductive voice came from the Demonic Path faction across the canyon.

Following closely.

Black Manjusaka petals fluttered down all over the sky.

Eight robust demonic Cultivators carried an extremely luxurious black phoenix-patterned soft sedan chair, stepping through the Void Realm as they arrived.

Black gauze hung around the soft sedan chair, vaguely revealing a graceful figure lying sideways inside.

"Demon Cult Saintess!"

"Saintess Ji Wushuang has arrived!"

The crowd became restless once again, even more violently than before.

Righteous Path Disciples successively drew their swords from their scabbards, treating it like facing a formidable enemy.

As for the Demonic Path side, cheers thundered as if welcoming their queen.

"She's here…"

Gu Lan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously shrank behind Hongxiu.

The soft sedan chair landed.

A slender, fair jade hand painted with black nail polish lifted the black gauze.

Saintess Ji Wushuang walked out slowly.

Today, she seemed even more enchanting than when they were in the Kugu Forest.

A black and gold flowing-cloud long dress tightly wrapped around her devilish figure, the neckline cut extremely low, gazing into the abyss.

Her face was adorned with exquisite smoky makeup, the tear mole at the corner of her eye as red as dripping blood.

She ignored the gazes of the thousands of people around.

That pair of soul-stirring peach-blossom eyes accurately pierced through the crowd and locked onto… Gu Lan, who was hiding behind Hongxiu.

"Heh, what are you hiding for?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's lips curled into a playful smile, her round fan lightly covering her face.

"A few days apart, how did this palace's… 'good Junior Brother' become so shy?"

This cry of "good Junior Brother" was sung with countless turns and echoed stirringly.

Everyone present felt half of their bones turn soft.

But Jiang Wanqing's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Vixen."

Jiang Wanqing stepped forward, directly blocking Saintess Ji Wushuang's line of sight toward Gu Lan.

The hanshuang sword in her hand let out a crisp "clang," and Sword Qi crisscrossed.

"Move your dog eyes away."

"He is my Junior Brother, not someone you can casually call out to."

"Yo, protecting him already?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled even more happily.

Shaking her round fan, she walked step by step toward Jiang Wanqing, the Devilish Qi emanating from her body rivaling Jiang Wanqing's chill.

"Jiang Wanqing, you are still as boring as ever."

"What? Are you afraid that your good Junior Brother will have his soul hooked away by me?"

"Or is it…"

She leaned close to Jiang Wanqing and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Are you afraid that in bed… he prefers someone passionate like me?"

"After all, sleeping while hugging a block of ice is very easy to catch a cold, oh."

"You—! Shameless!"

Where had an orthodox Fairy like Jiang Wanqing ever heard such bold and racy words? On the spot, her pretty face flushed red with anger, and she drew her sword ready to slash.

"Senior Sister! Calm down! Calm down!"

Gu Lan was so scared that his soul flew away and his spirit scattered, hurriedly rushing forward to hug Jiang Wanqing's waist.

"So many people are watching here! Righteous Path image! Mind the Righteous Path image!"

"Let go of me! I am going to tear this vixen's mouth apart!" Jiang Wanqing trembled all over with anger.

"Aiya, good Junior Brother, your Senior Sister has such a huge temper."

Saintess Ji Wushuang looked at Gu Lan hugging Jiang Wanqing, a trace of unnoticeable sourness flashing in her eyes, but on the surface, she wore an expression of watching a good show.

She even cast a wink at Gu Lan and mouthed:

"Remember our agreement, oh."

Gu Lan: "…"

This woman was definitely doing it on purpose!

This was her way of retaliating against his remark of "I want them all" in the Kugu Forest that day!

"Um… everyone calm down, calm down."

Hongxiu also stepped out at this moment. Although she also found Saintess Ji Wushuang displeasing to the eye, now was not the time for infighting.

"The Sword Tomb is about to open soon, shouldn't we focus our energy on treasure hunting first?"

"Hmph."

Jiang Wanqing let out a cold snort, glared fiercely at Saintess Ji Wushuang, and only then withdrew her sword.

But her hand tightly grasped Gu Lan's wrist, with such great force as if she wanted to crush Gu Lan's wrist.

"Junior Brother, follow me closely."

"You are not allowed to look at that vixen even once!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't look, I definitely won't look." Gu Lan smiled bitterly again and again.

"Rumble—!!!"

Right on the edge of this Shura field about to erupt once again.

The spatial crack above the canyon suddenly vibrated violently.

Strands of fierce Sword Qi gushed out from the crack, shattering the surrounding clouds and mist into pieces.

Following closely, an ancient and vicissitudinous stone gate slowly emerged in the Void Realm.

Above the stone gate, three murderous characters were carved—

"Myriad Sword Tomb."

"It's open! The Sword Tomb is open!"

The crowd instantly boiled over.

Whether it was the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path, at this moment they couldn't care about watching the fun, each and every one of them staring fanatically at that heavy door.

"Charge! Snatch the Opportunity!"

"That ancient demonic sword is mine!"

Countless streams of light soared into the sky, rushing towards the stone gate vying with each other.

"Let's go too!"

Gu Lan felt a great sense of relief, feeling that this stone gate was simply his savior.

"Senior Sister, let's go in first and talk!"

He turned his hand to grab Jiang Wanqing and Hongxiu, called out to Lanyu and Luoluo, and with a flash of his figure, transformed into a streak of sword light rushing towards the stone gate.

And behind them.

Saintess Ji Wushuang was not in a hurry to go in.

She shook her round fan, looking at Gu Lan's slightly disheveled back, the smile at the corners of her mouth growing deeper and deeper.

"Running?"

"Once you enter this Sword Tomb, it's a sealed Small World."

"By then… let's see where you can run."

"Pass down the order."

She put away her smile, her eyes turning cold and majestic.

"After entering the tomb, if anyone dares to harm that boy wearing white clothes…"

"Kill without mercy!"