Chapter 137: Saintess, this soup tastes a bit pungent!

Inside Zhaixing Tower, the air was filled with a bizarre medicinal scent, mixed with the lingering, ambiguous fragrance, making one feel dizzy just by smelling it.

Gu Lan was cornered against the wall by Saintess Ji Wushuang, with nowhere left to retreat.

Before him was that pitch-black bowl of "Forget-Love Water" bubbling with green foam, as well as the Saintess's tiger-like eyes filled with "Drink it or I will bite you to death".

"Shuanger…"

Gu Lan tried to make a final struggle, blinking his sincere, large eyes.

"We have no past grievances nor recent enmities, and we even share such a profound 'revolutionary friendship', do you really have the heart to poison your own husband to death?"

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang didn't buy this trick at all, instead pushing the bowl forward, almost poking it right onto Gu Lan's nose.

"This is the "Five-Poison Soul-Rapturous Soup" I carefully brewed for you, with scorpion tails, centipede legs, toad skin added inside… these are all highly nourishing items!"

"Drink it, and you can forget that Old Hag's touch, and you can also… also strengthen your body!"

When she spoke to the end, her cheeks flushed slightly, obviously this soup had other effects.

"Five-Poison… Soul-Rapturous?"

Gu Lan looked at the legs of several unidentified creatures floating in the bowl, his mouth twitching wildly.

How could this be a nourishing medicine? This was fatal!

But looking at Saintess Ji Wushuang's slightly trembling hands and the trace of unhidden grievance in the depths of her eyes, Gu Lan's heart suddenly softened.

This lass, although she looked fierce, was actually scared, right?

Afraid that he would really be snatched away by Ye Hongzhuang, afraid that he wouldn't be able to establish a foothold between the righteous and demonic factions.

"Fine, I'll drink it."

Gu Lan took a deep breath and took the scalding jade bowl.

"However, before drinking, I have a question."

"What question?" Saintess Ji Wushuang was stunned for a moment.

"Is this soup… sweet?"

Gu Lan looked into her eyes, a gentle smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"If it's brewed by your own hands, even if it's poison, it's sweet in my heart."

Saintess Ji Wushuang's face turned completely red in an instant, like a ripe tomato.

"You… you glib-tongued fellow!"

"Drink it or not! It'd be better if you were poisoned to death!"

Although she was scolding with her mouth, her originally tense body visibly relaxed, and the Killing Intent in her eyes dissipated by more than half.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

Gu Lan didn't hesitate anymore, tilted his head back, and drank that bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup in one breath.

"Blech—"

As soon as it was swallowed, an indescribable weird taste rushed straight to his celestial spirit cap.

Both fishy and spicy, and with a trace of earthy smell, it was simply a hundred times harder to drink than dishwater!

But immediately following that.

A violent surge of heat burst from his stomach, instantly flowing through all his limbs and bones.

That wasn't ordinary spiritual power, but a wild force of Qi and blood, making Gu Lan's arms, which were somewhat sore from the massage, instantly filled with strength, and even… a certain unspeakable place began to stir restlessly.

"Is the efficacy of this medicine… a bit too fierce?"

Gu Lan felt like a furnace, and the breath he exhaled was burning hot.

"Humph, I'm letting you off cheap."

Saintess Ji Wushuang looked at his ruddy appearance, gave an arrogant hum, took the empty bowl, and casually threw it away.

"Can you talk now?"

She leaned closer to Gu Lan, like a little tiger inspecting its territory.

"That Old Hag's skin… is it very smooth?"

"Is the feel very good?"

This was simply a fatal question among fatal questions.

Gu Lan's brain spun at high speed; at this time, he definitely couldn't tell the truth, but he couldn't completely tell lies either.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Saintess Ji Wushuang's small hand.

"Whether it's smooth or not, I don't know."

"Because at that time… my mind was entirely filled with thoughts of you."

"Thinking of me?" Saintess Ji Wushuang was stunned, wanting to pull back her hand but being held tightly by Gu Lan.

"Yeah."

Gu Lan wore a look of deep affection.

"I was thinking, if it were Shuanger, you definitely wouldn't need me to massage you."

"Because your skin…"

He lowered his head and gently kissed the back of Saintess Ji Wushuang's hand.

"That is the most perfect masterpiece in heaven and earth, a bit too greasy if more, a bit too dry if less, completely needing no embellishment."

"That Old Hag is merely old and withered, which is why she needs maintenance."

"Pfft."

Saintess Ji Wushuang finally couldn't help laughing out loud. Although she knew he was talking nonsense, these words sounded just pleasing to the ear.

Especially that phrase "old and withered", it simply hit right into the depths of her heart.

"Consider you know how to speak."

She extended her other hand and poked Gu Lan on the forehead.

"I'll spare you this time."

"However…"

She looked around. After all, this was the Empress's bedchamber. Although Ye Hongzhuang had gone out, staying here always felt unnatural.

"Hurry up and come with me."

"Where to?" Gu Lan asked.

"To your "dog kennel"!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang pulled him and walked outward.

"You are the newly promoted Sword-Wielding Envoy, and according to the rules, you must move into the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

"That place is only separated by a wall from my Saintess Palace."

She turned her head back and gave Gu Lan a meaningful look.

"In the future… it will be convenient for me to "supervise" you."

"…"

Leaving Zhaixing Tower, the two walked all the way down.

Compared to the quiet and inactive atmosphere of the Qingyun Sect, the interior of the Heavenly Demon Palace was simply a Shura field filled with desire and violence.

Demonic cultivators fighting spells could be seen everywhere, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

"Look! That's the gigolo brought back by the Saintess!"

"I heard he slashed and injured the Grand Elder with a single sword yesterday? True or false?"

"I think he relies on his face to make a living, right? He really is quite handsome…"

Along the way, countless gazes fell on Gu Lan.

There was jealousy, greed, disdain, and also… naked Killing Intent.

Especially those young demonic cult Disciples, watching Gu Lan being held hands by Saintess Ji Wushuang, the goddess in their hearts, their eyes all turned red, itching to rush up and duel.

"It seems I am very unwelcome."

Gu Lan touched his nose, feeling as if his back was pierced with invisible arrows.

"That's of course."

Saintess Ji Wushuang held her head high and puffed out her chest, like a proud peacock.

"This Palace is the number one beauty of the demonic cult, and my pursuers can line up from here to the Qingyun Sect."

"You are now the public enemy of the entire cult."

"Are you scared?"

"Scared?"

Gu Lan chuckled softly and tightly gripped the soul-devouring sword at his waist.

Right now, he was a "cheater" backed by the Demon Lord, protected by the Saintess, and possessing strange fire and a demonic sword.

This group of underlings, he really didn't put them in his eyes.

"I'm afraid they aren't enough to fight."

While speaking, the two arrived in front of a black pavilion located halfway up the mountain.

This was the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Although the name sounded elegant, in reality…

"This place… why is it so gloomy?"

Gu Lan looked at the building in front of him covered by creeping vines, with tightly shut doors and two skull lanterns hanging at the entrance, his mouth twitching.

"Nonsense, this place used to be where the punishment hall locked up wrongdoing Disciples."

Saintess Ji Wushuang pushed open the heavy doors, and a wave of dust rushed towards their faces.

"The previous Sword-Wielding Envoy died right here, supposedly because he was discovered peeping at the sect leader taking a bath."

Gu Lan: "…"

What the heck, this was a haunted house!

And the previous predecessor's cause of death was still "peeping at a bath"?

Was this hinting something to him?

"Alright, stop being picky."

Saintess Ji Wushuang waved her hand, and a strong wind swept past, wiping away the dust inside the house entirely.

"Although this place is a bit dilapidated, its advantage lies in being quiet."

"And…"

She pointed to a wall behind the pavilion.

"Climbing over this wall is this palace's back garden."

"If you can't sleep at night…"

She suddenly leaned into Gu Lan's ear, her breath fragrant like orchids:

"You can climb over the wall to find me oh."

"But be careful, there is the "Bone-Devouring Vine" raised by this palace on the wall, and if you get bitten, your butt will rot."

Finishing her words, she giggled and turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

Gu Lan suddenly called out to stop her.

"What? Can't bear to part with me?" Saintess Ji Wushuang turned back.

"Um…"

Gu Lan pointed to his still-feverish body, wearing an innocent expression.

"That bowl of soup of yours… its strength seems not to have worn off yet."

"Right now… my internal fire is a bit big."

"Can you… take responsibility to the end?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang looked at his reddish-glowing eyes and his obviously abnormal standing posture.

Her face blushed, and she spat lightly.

"Hooligan!"

"Solve it yourself!"

Finished speaking, she ran away as if fleeing.

Gu Lan looked at her receding figure, and then looked at this empty haunted house.

He let out a long sigh.

"Sigh, is this what they call… creating a mess without cleaning it up?"

"Forget it, let's first see if there are any treasures in this Hidden Sword Pavilion."

"After all, since the previous Sword-Wielding Envoy dared to peep at a bath, he definitely had some special skills…"