Chapter 129: Treasure Hunt in the Sword Tomb! What Should I Do When My Sword Spirit Is a Chatterbox?

As Young Master Zhao Wuji was dragged away like a dead dog by the Disciples of the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect, Zangjian Hill was finally quiet.

The Cultivators who had previously lusted after the demonic sword now shrank their necks, witnessing Gu Lan's fiendish appearance of "slaying anyone who stands in the way," and tactfully scattered to search for ordinary broken swords in the vicinity.

After all, as good as treasure was, one needed to be alive to enjoy it, right?

"Phew…"

Gu Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, dispersing his intimidating Aura.

Only he knew that the previous "Demon Dragon Roar" attack had almost drained his barely recovered True Qi again.

This demonic sword was strong, but it consumed way too much mana.

*Clap clap clap—*

A round of crisp applause rang out.

Saintess Ji Wushuang fanned herself with a round fan, walking over gracefully, her peach-blossom eyes full of mockery.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful."

Ignoring Jiang Wanqing's murderous gaze, she walked straight up to Gu Lan and reached out to stroke the blade of the soul-devouring sword.

"Since this sword has already recognized you as its master, this palace mistress won't force you to part with what you love."

"However…"

She leaned close to Gu Lan's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"This sword happens to be something the Cult Leader specifically requested."

"Now that you've taken it for yourself, how are you going to report back when the time comes?"

"Could it be… you plan to compensate the Cult Leader with yourself?"

Gu Lan's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface, speaking out loud in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner:

"Enchantress! Say no more!"

"This sword's demonic nature is deep. If it falls into the hands of your Demonic Cult, it will surely bring ruin to all living beings!"

"Today, since I, Gu Lan, have subdued it, I will use my righteous Qi to suppress its evil, and I will never let it harm the world again!"

These words were delivered with powerful resonance, overflowing with solemn righteousness.

Hearing this, the Righteous Path Disciples nearby were moved to tears, wishing they could set up a spirit tablet of longevity for him on the spot.

"Good! Well said!"

"Senior Brother Gu is so noble!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's mouth twitched.

Is this little undercover agent getting way too into character?

"Fine, you've got guts."

Saintess Ji Wushuang rolled her eyes, not bothering to expose him.

"Since you've taken the best treasure here, this palace mistress will take her leave."

"Sisters, let's go! Let's check over there to see if anything was missed!"

Saying that, she gave Gu Lan a deep look and turned to leave with her cultists.

Before leaving, she deliberately threw a provocative wink at Jiang Wanqing.

"Keep an eye on your man, Fairy Jiang."

"Be careful he doesn't get stolen by me while you're asleep one night."

"You—!" Jiang Wanqing was choked with rage and was about to draw her sword when Gu Lan pulled her back.

"Senior Sister! Don't be impulsive! Do not pursue a defeated foe!"

Gu Lan hastily soothed his furious Senior Sister.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Wanqing slammed her sword back into its scabbard, turning to glare at the demonic sword in Gu Lan's hand with disgust.

"Junior Brother, this sword carries too much evil Aura. Do you really want to keep it?"

"How about we destroy it instead?"

[Don't! Please don't!]

The sword spirit's wailing screams immediately echoed in Gu Lan's mind.

[Big shot, save me! The mistress wants to kill me! I don't want to die!]

[I know a big secret! I know there are good things hidden under this Sword Tomb! They're definitely suitable for the mistress!]

Gu Lan raised an eyebrow.

Good things?

"Senior Sister, wait."

Gu Lan stroked the blade with a pretend-thoughtful air.

"This sword spirit… seems to have been moved by my righteous Qi. It says it wants to lead us to treasure to redeem itself."

"Treasure hunting?"

The women were stunned.

"Right down here."

Gu Lan pointed to the deep pit revealed after the sword Formation collapsed.

"Come on, let's go down and take a look!"

…

Beneath the deep pit was a whole different world.

This was not a dark and damp cavern, but rather a stalactite cave where dense, milky-white Spiritual Qi hung thick in the air.

At the deepest part of the cave, there was a small pool about thirty feet square.

The water showed a strange milky-white color and emitted a faint fragrance, with a few golden lotuses floating on the surface.

"This is…"

Lanyu took a deep breath, her eyes blazing with unprecedented light.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Sword Stalactite Milk!"

"This is a supreme sacred medicine used by ancient Sword Cultivators to cleanse their Dao Heart and reshape their sword bones!"

"A single drop is priceless, and there's an entire pool of it here?!"

Even the usually calm Jiang Wanqing lost her composure.

"If I could soak in here for a day, my hanshuang sword Intent would definitely break through its Bottleneck!"

"Wow! That's golden lotus fruit!"

Lvluo stared at the lotus pods on the water, drooling.

"It smells so good! It must taste delicious!"

[Hehe, big shot, how is it? I didn't lie to you, right?]

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit claimed credit in Gu Lan's mind.

[This is the bathwater left behind by that old sword maniac back then… Oh no, I mean a treasure land for Cultivation!]

[Only I know about this place. Even that Female Demon Lord earlier didn't notice it!]

"Good job."

Gu Lan nodded in satisfaction. Although this sword spirit was a bit cowardly and talkative, it was quite efficient.

"Alright, since there are good things, don't stand on ceremony."

Gu Lan waved his hand grandly.

"Senior Sisters, this pool is big enough. Shall we all… soak together?"

As soon as these words were said, the three women's faces instantly flushed red.

"Together? That… isn't very appropriate, is it?"

Although Hongxiu was usually bold, she was still somewhat reserved in front of Jiang Wanqing.

"What's wrong with it?"

Gu Lan said with a straight face:

"The medicinal energy of this Ten-Thousand-Year Sword Stalactite Milk is domineering. Someone needs to act as a Protector by your side to guide it, or else your body might burst and cause death."

"I am a Half-step Golden Core and possess a Pure Yang Body, so I can just help you neutralize the medicinal properties."

"Besides…"

He pointed towards the cave entrance.

"This place is hidden. I will set up a Formation outside so no one can see in."

"Opportunity knocks but once!"

The three women exchanged glances.

It had to be said, this temptation was simply too great.

For Cultivators, the opportunity to increase their strength was more important than anything else.

"Then… turn around!"

Jiang Wanqing gritted her teeth and made the decision first.

"No peeking! Or I'll gouge out your eyes!"

"As you command!"

Gu Lan obediently turned his back, playing the role of a guard.

From behind came the rustling sound of clothes being removed, followed by the splashing of water.

Even without looking, just listening to the sound caused blood-pumping scenes to automatically fill Gu Lan's mind.

"Phew… This is truly a test for my Dao Heart."

Gu Lan took a deep breath and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

"Alright, you can… turn around now."

A moment later, Jiang Wanqing's slightly trembling voice came from behind.

Gu Lan turned around.

In the milky-white pool, three stunning beauties revealed only their delicate shoulders and heads.

Jiang Wanqing was cold and pure as a lotus, Hongxiu was voluptuous as fire, and Lanyu was tranquil as a quiet orchid.

On the bank, Lvluo was holding a golden lotus fruit and munching on it with juice dripping all over her mouth, having not entered the water at all.

"Junior Brother, let's begin."

Seeing Gu Lan's straight gaze, Hongxiu felt somewhat pleased with herself and deliberately straightened her posture, stirring up ripples.

"This medicinal power… is indeed quite intense."

"Alright!"

Gu Lan reined in his mind and sat cross-legged by the pool.

"I will use strange flame to guide the Spiritual Qi in your bodies. It might get a bit hot during the process, so bear with it."

As he spoke, he extended both hands, pressing them against the backs of Jiang Wanqing and Hongxiu, who were closest to him.

The moment his hands touched them, they felt smooth and silky.

*Boom!*

As the Spiritual Qi was injected, the pool water began to boil.

Drenched in sweat, Gu Lan felt like he was walking a tightrope.

How was this acting as a Protector?

This was clearly enduring torture!

A sweet, agonizing torture!

Just as this tender, romantic atmosphere reached its climax…

[Um… big shot…]

The clueless sword spirit in his mind spoke up again.

[Although I don't want to ruin your mood, but…]

[I feel a familiar Aura… right at the bottom of this pool!]

[It seems to be… something left behind by that Female Demon Lord!]

"Female Demon Lord?"

Gu Lan was taken aback.

"You mean… the Female Demon Lord?!"