Chapter 135: Good Morning, Lord Demon Venerable! The Saintess Is on Her Way with a Blade!

The first morning light penetrated the shark-pearl gauze drapes of Zhaixing Tower, spilling over the luxurious purple-gold bed.

Gu Lan opened his eyes and felt that half of his body had lost sensation.

Especially his left arm, which was currently being pillowed on by a heavy head, rendering him unable to move.

Turning his head slightly, he saw an exquisitely beautiful face right beside him.

At this moment, Ye Hongzhuang had shed her matchless majesty as the Demon Venerable, resembling a sleepy, mature neighborhood older sister.

Her long black hair was scattered casually across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her rosy lips, trembling gently with her breath.

What was even more deadly was that her entire body was wrapped around Gu Lan like an octopus.

A long, fair leg was pressed unceremoniously against Gu Lan's lower abdomen, while one hand rested on his chest, her fingertips even unconsciously tracing circles… through the gap in his clothes.

“Hss—”

Gu Lan sucked in a cold breath, feeling the fire of his Pure Yang Body flaring up rapidly within him.

Was this something a normal man could endure?

This was practically a crime!

“You're awake?”

Just as Gu Lan was locked in an internal struggle, wondering whether he should push her away or take the opportunity to take advantage of her…

The person in his arms suddenly moved, letting out a lazy hum.

Immediately after, Ye Hongzhuang opened those soul-captivating eyes of hers.

“Oh, you seem to be in high spirits.”

“Ahem, good morning, Your Supremacy!”

Gu Lan's face flushed crimson.

He hurriedly shrank back, trying to widen the distance.

“Um… this subordinate should get up to Cultivate!”

“What's the rush?”

Ye Hongzhuang tightened her arm around him, pulling him back and pressing him onto the bed again.

“This Seat hasn't gotten up yet, do you dare to get up first?”

“Lay with This Seat for a while longer.”

As she spoke, she actually buried her head in the crook of Gu Lan's neck, nuzzling him like a cat before taking a deep breath.

“So fragrant…”

“Is this the scent of a Pure Yang Body? It smells much better than those calming incenses.”

Gu Lan went completely rigid, feeling as though he were about to suffocate.

How was this a Demon Venerable? This was clearly a clingy enchantress!

Just as this ambiguous atmosphere was on the verge of sparking a fire…

“Bang!”

The main doors of Zhaixing Tower were heavily pushed open from the outside.

Or rather, slammed open.

“Cult Master! Breakfast is ready!”

A voice filled with clear anger rang out.

Saintess Ji Wushuang was seen striding in carrying a tray.

She was not wearing her elaborate Saintess attire today, but had changed into a sharp black suit, her ponytail tied high, looking heroic and formidable.

However, that pretty face of hers was currently covered in frost, especially when she saw the two intertwined figures on the bed—the Killing Intent in her eyes practically overflowed.

“Yo, the Saintess is here?”

Ye Hongzhuang did not panic in the slightest, maintaining her posture of hugging Gu Lan, and even intentionally kissed him on the cheek.

“What? Do you want to come up and sleep together too?”

“This subordinate wouldn't dare!”

Saintess Ji Wushuang gritted her teeth and slammed the tray heavily onto the table with a loud clatter.

What was placed on that tray was hardly breakfast; it was clearly a set of gleaming dinner knives!

“This subordinate is here to deliver 'tonic soup' to Young Master Gu!”

She deliberately emphasized the words "tonic soup," glaring fiercely at Gu Lan.

“I heard that Young Master Gu overexerted himself last night, so this Saintess specially went to the Poison Marsh to catch a few Five-Poison Centipedes and simmered soup all night!”

“Drink it, and I guarantee you'll be… alive and kicking like a Dragon!”

Gu Lan looked at the "tonic soup" that was still bubbling with green foam and emitting a pungent odor, feeling a churning sensation in his stomach.

Five-Poison Centipedes?

You're trying to murder your husband!

“Um… Shuanger, actually, I'm not hungry…”

“Drink it!”

Saintess Ji Wushuang gave him no chance to refuse at all, picking up the bowl and marching over with an attitude of "if you don't drink, I'll force it down your throat."

“Alright, stop scaring him.”

Ye Hongzhuang finally showed mercy and sat up from the bed.

With her movement, the already loose black gauze nightgown slipped off her shoulder, exposing a large patch of snow-white skin, making Saintess Ji Wushuang even more envious and enraged.

This Old Hag!

Seducing my man just because she has a good body!

“Wushuang, you came just in time.”

Ye Hongzhuang said while unhurriedly adjusting her clothes:

“This Seat has decided to confer upon Gu Lan the title of 'Sword-Wielding Envoy' of my Heavenly Demon Palace.”

“Sword-Wielding Envoy?!”

Saintess Ji Wushuang froze, nearly failing to keep her hold on the bowl.

This was an Advanced position second only to Elders, granting the authority to mobilize the Demon Palace's guards, and making him a direct confidant of the Cult Master!

“Cult Master, doesn't this break the rules?”

Saintess Ji Wushuang frowned and said, “He just arrived, hasn't rendered the slightest service, and even comes from the Righteous Path…”

“Who says he hasn't rendered any service?”

Ye Hongzhuang pointed at the soul-devouring sword at Gu Lan's waist.

“He subdued the demonic sword, which is a major contribution.”

“Besides…”

She turned her head to look at Gu Lan, her gaze turning somewhat meaningful.

“Wasn't that old thing, the Grand Elder, wounded by his sword strike last night?”

“This proves he has the strength.”

“Starting today, Gu Lan, you will stay by This Seat's side, in charge of… holding my sword.”

“And also…”

Ye Hongzhuang stretched lazily, revealing her slender, delicate waist.

“In charge of warming This Seat's bed.”

Gu Lan: “…”

The main point is the latter part, isn't it?!

“Yes, this subordinate obeys.”

Gu Lan accepted with a bitter smile.

Sword-Wielding Envoy it is then; at least it's an official title, sounding much better than being a "kept man."

“Alright, all of you step down.”

Ye Hongzhuang waved her hand, beginning to dismiss everyone.

“This Seat is going to bathe and change clothes.”

“Gu Lan, you stay.”

“Ah?” Gu Lan pulled back the foot he had just stepped forward with, “I stay too?”

“Nonsense.”

Ye Hongzhuang gave him a glare and said with complete justification:

“Aren't you the Sword-Wielding Envoy?”

“When This Seat bathes, you must stand by to… act as Protector.”

“And incidentally… scrub my back.”

Pfft—!

Saintess Ji Wushuang, who had just reached the doorway, nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Scrub her back?!

That was her exclusive privilege!

“Cult Master! Let me do such rough work!” Saintess Ji Wushuang turned around and was about to rush back in.

“No need.”

With a flick of Ye Hongzhuang's finger, the main door slammed shut with a bang, nearly hitting Saintess Ji Wushuang's nose.

“This Seat simply prefers his skill.”

Outside the door, Saintess Ji Wushuang stomped her feet in fury, bending the dinner knives in her hand from her grip.

“Gu Lan! You big scumbag!”

“If you dare look anywhere you shouldn't… I'll gouge out your eyeballs and soak them in wine!”

Inside the door.

Gu Lan listened to the roars outside, watching Ye Hongzhuang step by step walking toward the bath, already untying her belt.

He felt like crying, but had no tears.

“Your Supremacy, can we… discuss this?”

“Back scrubbing is fine.”

“Could you… let me blindfold myself?”

“Blindfold yourself?”

Ye Hongzhuang looked back as her black gauze nightgown slipped off, revealing a perfect back enticing enough to cause a Saint to fall.

She looked back with a smile, captivating in a hundred different ways.

“Sure.”

“However…”

“If you don't scrub well, or if you touch somewhere you shouldn't…”

“This Seat will… chop off your hands.”

Gu Lan looked at his hands, then at the mermaid about to enter the water.

He let out a long sigh.

Nowadays, living off a woman is a high-risk profession too!