Chapter 133: Moving into the Heavenly Demon Palace! Cult Master, Is Your “Personal” Supervision Serious?

Above the dark clouds, there were no howling winds as one might imagine; instead, it was as smooth and steady as sitting in one's own living room.

Gu Lan sat upright on a soft couch, forced to hold a cup of spiritual wine that Ye Hongzhuang had just taken a sip from, feeling as though ants were crawling all over his body.

Opposite him, Ye Hongzhuang lay on her side on the throne, resting her chin on one hand. Her eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts, were sizing him up with great interest.

Beside them, Saintess Ji Wushuang knelt on the floor, massaging Ye Hongzhuang's legs. However, her gaze drifted toward Gu Lan from time to time, filled with resentment and warning, as if saying, "Behave yourself! Don't let this Old Hag steal your soul away!"

"Little Gu Gu."

Ye Hongzhuang spoke suddenly, her voice lazy and melodious.

"Earlier, that little Senior Sister of yours from the Righteous Path was crying so piteously like pear blossoms in the rain. It was truly heartbreaking."

"Don't you feel any heartache for her at all?"

"Heartache! Of course I do!"

Gu Lan sighed and set down the wine cup.

"Cult Master, you overacted way too much with that scene. After that performance, my reputation in the Righteous Path is completely ruined."

"How am I supposed to go back and act as an undercover agent in the future?"

"Go back?"

Ye Hongzhuang chuckled softly and sat up. Her bare feet stepped onto the carpet condensed from dark clouds as she walked toward Gu Lan step by step.

"Who said I'm letting you go back?"

"You've been undercover in the Righteous Path for ten years. It's time for you to return… and keep me company."

She walked up to Gu Lan, extended a finger to lift his chin, her gaze alluringly misty.

"I heard that back in the Nuanxiang Pavilion of the Qingyun Sect, you lived a very sweet and cozy life."

"Every day, three beautiful Senior Sisters catered to your every need, scrubbing your back and hand-feeding you."

"What? Is the treatment here in my Heavenly Demon Palace inferior to that tiny Nuanxiang Pavilion?"

Gu Lan broke into a cold sweat.

This Female Demon Lord's intelligence work was way too thorough! She even knew about the back scrubbing?!

"Ahem, Cult Master, you jest."

Gu Lan quickly expressed his loyalty.

"This subordinate only did that for the mission! To lull the enemy into a false sense of security! My heart will forever belong to the Sacred Sect!"

"Is that so?"

Ye Hongzhuang leaned in close, the tip of her nose almost touching his.

"Then tell me, is that Jiang Wanqing prettier, or am I prettier?"

Here comes another deadly trap question!

Although Saintess Ji Wushuang was still massaging her legs, her ears perked up, clearly waiting for his answer as well.

"Of course Cult Master is prettier!"

Gu Lan answered without a second thought, his survival instincts maxed out.

"Cult Master is peerless in elegance and outshines every beauty under the sun. That Jiang Wanqing is just a wooden block, how could she possibly compare to you, Cult Master?"

"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you."

Ye Hongzhuang patted his cheek with satisfaction and straightened up.

"We're here."

With her soft shout, the dark clouds dissipated.

The scenery below came into view.

Amidst a rolling expanse of black mountain ranges stood a grand and magnificent palace complex.

Unlike the ethereal, transcendent immortal style of the Qingyun Sect, this place exhaled an aura of wild, domineering luxury everywhere.

Huge black glazed tiles shimmered eerie light in the sun, countless exotic beasts galloped through the mountains, and there were even demonic dragons hovering and patrolling in the sky.

Most eye-catching was the thousand-zhang-tall Sky-Reaching Demon Tower right in the center of the complex. Its spire pierced into the clouds, emanating heart-palpitation-inducing, terrifying fluctuations.

This was the Holy Land of the Demonic Path—the Heavenly Demon Palace!

"Respectfully welcoming Cult Master back to the palace!"

"Respectfully welcoming Saintess back to the palace!"

Below, tens of thousands of Demonic Cult Disciples knelt in unison, their voices shaking the nine heavens.

Seeing this grandiose scene, Gu Lan couldn't help but smack his lips in wonder.

Now this is a real top tier big boss!

"Let's go. I'll take you to see your… new home."

Ye Hongzhuang did not enter through the main gate; instead, she took Gu Lan and flew straight toward the top floor of the Sky-Reaching Demon Tower.

That place symbolized the supreme power of the Demonic Cult—the Empress's Bedchamber!

"Wait! Cult Master!"

Seeing that the direction was wrong, Saintess Ji Wushuang grew anxious.

"Gu… Gu Lan is merely a Core Disciple. According to the rules, he should live in the outer or inner Disciple quarters. How could he go to your bedchamber?"

"Rules?"

Ye Hongzhuang looked back at her with an indifferent gaze.

"Here with me, my word is the rule."

"He is someone I brought back, and he possesses the 'soul-devouring sword', giving him a special status."

"To prevent the demonic sword from backlash, or to stop him from 'betraying' us again…"

The corner of Ye Hongzhuang's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"I have decided to place him under… twenty-four-hour personal supervision."

"What?!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang and Gu Lan exclaimed in surprise simultaneously.

Personal supervision?!

In the Empress's Bedchamber?!

Isn't this fucking… cohabitation?!

"What? Do you have an objection?" Ye Hongzhuang looked at Saintess Ji Wushuang.

"This subordinate… this subordinate wouldn't dare."

Saintess Ji Wushuang bit her lip and glared fiercely at Gu Lan, her eyes clearly saying: *Just you wait!*

"And what about you?" Ye Hongzhuang looked toward Gu Lan again.

"This subordinate… this subordinate is deeply honored!"

What else could Gu Lan say?

Would he dare say no?

He'd probably be thrown down to feed the demonic dragons instantly.

…

A moment later.

The top floor of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Zhaixing Tower.

This was the spot with the best view in the entire Heavenly Demon Palace. Not only could one look down upon the entire Demonic Cult, but one could also gaze far into thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The interior was extravagantly luxurious. Warm jade paved the floor, shark pearls hung on the walls, and right in the center sat a purple-gold large bed spacious enough for ten people.

"From now on, you'll stay here."

Ye Hongzhuang pointed to the large bed… and then to the carpet beside it.

"That is my bed. You sleep on the floor."

Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness. Sleeping on the floor was definitely safer than sleeping on the bed.

"However…"

Ye Hongzhuang suddenly unfastened her Phoenix Robe outerwear and casually tossed it to the floor. Wearing only a sheer black gauze dress, she stretched lazily.

Her perfect curves were looming through the gauze dress, making Gu Lan almost spurt a nosebleed.

"When I sleep, I'm accustomed to having someone beside me… fanning me."

"Fanning you?"

Gu Lan glanced around at the temperature-regulating Formations in the room.

Lady, this room is warm in winter and cool in summer, what is there to fan?

"What? Unwilling?"

Ye Hongzhuang glanced sideways at him, walked over to sit by the bed, and patted the spot beside her.

"Come here."

Gu Lan braced himself and walked over.

"Take out the sword."

Gu Lan unbuckled the soul-devouring sword from his waist and presented it with both hands.

Ye Hongzhuang did not take the sword; instead, she reached out and stroked its black scabbard.

"Do you still remember what I told you?"

"This scabbard was made from my inner soft armor."

Her fingers slid down the scabbard and finally landed on the back of Gu Lan's hand, gently stroking it.

"Since you accepted my gift, you belong to me."

"Over on the Righteous Path's side, you were a Prodigy respected by all."

"But here with me…"

She suddenly pulled hard, yanking the off-guard Gu Lan onto the bed, then flipped over to ride on top of him!

Looking down from above, she exuded full queen energy.

"You are merely my… little toy."

"Understood?"

The posture between the two was extremely ambiguous and provocative.

Gu Lan could even feel the warmth of the skin on her legs.

"Understood… understood!"

Gu Lan raised his hands in surrender, his heart pounding wildly.

This was no toy.

This was clearly… a fiery pit of ruin!

Just when Gu Lan thought his chastity was about to be lost…

"Reporting to Your Sovereign! The Grand Elder requests an audience!"

A maidservant's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Ye Hongzhuang's movements paused, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

"That old coot really has a sharp nose."

She got off Gu Lan, tidied her clothes, and restored her majestic, indifferent composure.

"Get up."

"Remember, to the outside world, you are a 'Top-Grade Cauldron' I captured, a tool for my Cultivation."

"Don't embarrass me."

With that, she waved her hand, and the main door swung open.

Gu Lan quickly scrambled off the bed and stood off to the side, pretending to be a timid quail.

A white-haired, sinister-looking old man walked in.

He glanced at the disheveled Gu Lan, then at Ye Hongzhuang with her messy bed, a glint of jealousy and greed flashing through his eyes.

"Greetings, Your Sovereign."

The Grand Elder bowed, though his tone was hardly respectful.

"I heard that Your Sovereign brought back a toyboy from the Righteous Path?"

"This old man came specifically to… inspect him."

"Inspect him?"

Ye Hongzhuang sneered coldly and sat back on her throne.

"Since when is it your turn to inspect the Cauldron I choose?"

"Your Sovereign's words are mistaken."

The Grand Elder said with a insincere smile:

"This kid's origin is unknown, and he's a Core Disciple of the Righteous Path. What if he is a spy?"

"For the safety of our Sacred Sect, this old man believes it's better to hand him over to the Punishment Hall… to perform a soul search and body verification first."

Soul search?

Gu Lan's heart tightened.

This old bastard was trying to take this opportunity to kill him!

"Soul search?"

Ye Hongzhuang's gaze turned frosty cold.

"He is my person. Just try laying a finger on him."

"Your Sovereign, you've been blinded by beauty!"

The Grand Elder presumed upon his age and seniority, pressing step by step.

"If you stubbornly protect this toyboy, I fear it will be difficult to convince the masses!"

"Difficult to convince the masses?"

Ye Hongzhuang smiled.

She turned her head toward Gu Lan, a playful glint flashing in her eyes.

"Little Gu Gu, someone is looking down on you."

"Go on, show off a few moves."

"Let him know whether the man I fancy… is a useless piece of trash."

Gu Lan: "…"

I just arrived on my first day!

I haven't even had a sip of water, and I already have to start working?

But the Grand Elder was aggressive and menacing, clearly having no intention of letting him off.

"Since the Grand Elder wishes to offer some guidance…"

Gu Lan slowly drew the soul-devouring sword from his waist, a wicked, charming smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Then this Junior shall… offend!"

Perfect.

He hadn't fought to his heart's content in the Sword Tomb earlier.

This punching bag delivered right to his door—it would be a waste not to beat him up!