Chapter 142: Righteous Path Prodigy Combat Strength Ranking!

Inside the Heavenly Demon Hall, as Female Demon Lord Ye Hongzhuang's domineering figure disappeared behind the screen, the originally frozen atmosphere finally thawed a little.

But still no one dared to speak loudly.

Everyone's gazes looked with extreme complexity at the white-robed youth on the high platform.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, they still regarded him as a lamb to be slaughtered and a spy sent by the Righteous Path.

But now…

He was the Sword-Wielding Envoy holding the Demon Cult supreme treasure, the soul-devouring sword, crippling the Grand Elder in a single move, deeply favored by the Cult Master, and even personally appointed to go snatch a Righteous Path Fairy to be a foot-washing maid!

This rapid transformation of identity was simply faster than turning the page of a book.

"Cough, cough…"

Being stared at by these hundreds of glowing green eyes, Gu Lan felt extremely uncomfortable all over.

He cleared his throat, toying with the magic sword in his hand, trying his best to look a bit unfathomable.

"Elders, if there are no other matters, this envoy will head back first… to prepare for battle?"

"After all, heavy manual labor like snatching people still requires conserving strength and storing up energy."

The Elders' mouths twitched.

Snatching people?

Were you going to snatch people? You were going to snatch the face of the entire Righteous Path!

"Lord… Lord Gu, take care."

An Elder who usually didn't get along well with the Grand Elder was the first to react, cupping his hands with a forced smile.

"Wishing Lord Gu a triumphant victory, and bringing back that Jiang Fairy… hehe, early on for the brothers to broaden our horizons."

"Well said, well said."

Gu Lan perfunctorily replied with a couple of sentences, quickly greasing his feet and sneaking out of the Heavenly Demon Hall.

Returning to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

As soon as Gu Lan stepped through the door, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water to calm his nerves.

"Bang!"

The door was heavily kicked open from the outside.

A black silhouette swept in, carrying towering anger.

"Gu Lan! You bastard!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang at this moment was like a little wildcat with its fur on end. Although she wasn't holding a knife in her hand, her gaze was sharper than a knife.

She rushed in front of Gu Lan in a few steps, grabbed his collar, and pressed him against the door panel.

"Are you very proud?"

"Did the Cult Master tell you to go snatch Jiang Wanqing, and your heart blossomed with joy?!"

"I am wronged!"

Gu Lan raised both hands to surrender, looking even more wronged than Dou E.

"Shuanger, can you be a bit reasonable?"

"That is the Cult Master's order! I have no way to refuse!"

"And you heard it too, it's to capture her back to be a foot-washing maid! Not to be a wife!"

"Foot-washing maid?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang sneered, her peach-blossom eyes full of disbelief.

"Stop trying to fool me!"

"With Jiang Wanqing looking like that, would you bear to let her wash feet?"

"I think you want to capture her back, then hide her in a golden house, let her wash feet during the day, and at night… warm your bed at night?!"

As she spoke, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her eye sockets actually turning slightly red.

"You already have me… and that Old Hag… and now you're going to provoke another Jiang Wanqing…"

"Do you want to gather enough people for a table of mahjong?!"

Looking at her aggrieved look, Gu Lan's heart softened.

He knew that this girl was truly jealous.

And it was the kind where she was fierce on the lips, but actually very insecure in her heart.

"Shuanger…"

Gu Lan sighed, turned his arms around to hug her, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Stop letting your imagination run wild."

"Just think about it, I've been lurking in the Righteous Path for so many years. If I really had any thoughts about Jiang Wanqing, I would have made a move long ago; could I have waited until now?"

"Really?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang sniffed, rubbed against his chest, her voice somewhat muffled.

"Really!"

Gu Lan raised three fingers to swear.

"I swear to the heavens, towards that Senior Sister, aside from fellow sect camaraderie, I absolutely do not have the slightest improper thought!"

(Jiang Wanqing: Achoo! Who is speaking ill of me behind my back?)

"Hmph, I'll believe you for now."

Saintess Ji Wushuang then broke into a smile through her tears, drilled out of his arms, and straightened her clothes.

"However…"

Her tone shifted, and her gaze turned somewhat sly.

"This Righteous-Demonic Grand Competition, I'm going too!"

"You're going too?" Gu Lan was stunned.

"Nonsense! This Palace is the Demon Cult Saintess, how can a face-showing event like this lack me?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang said righteously:

"Moreover, I have to keep an eye on you!"

"In case you exchange flirtatious glances with that Jiang Wanqing on the stage and rekindle old flames…"

She made a scissor hand gesture, snip, snip twice.

"This Palace will personally cripple you right under the stage!"

Gu Lan felt a chill in his crotch and smiled bitterly:

"Alright, alright, alright, I'll take you, I'll take you."

"However, we must make a three-chapter pact; you cannot act wildly then. After all, that is a grand occasion for both the Righteous and Demonic paths. If something goes wrong, it won't be easy to explain to the Cult Master."

"Got it, nag."

Saintess Ji Wushuang waved her hand, and then as if remembering something, she took a thick booklet out of her storage ring and threw it to Gu Lan.

"Here, take it."

"What is this?" Gu Lan took it and looked.

Written on the cover was "Righteous Path Prodigy Combat Strength Ranking".

"This is compiled overnight by the Intelligence Hall, containing information about the Righteous Path Disciples participating in this grand competition."

Saintess Ji Wushuang walked to the table to pour herself a cup of water, moistening her throat.

"Since the Cult Master asked you to represent the Demon Cult in battle, you should at least understand your opponents, right?"

"Don't capsize in the gutter when the time comes and embarrass this Palace."

Gu Lan's heart warmed.

This girl, although unforgiving with her words, was actually the one who cared about him the most.

He opened the booklet.

The first page was unexpectedly—

[Top of the Ranking: Qingyun Sect, Jiang Wanqing.]

[Cultivation: Early Golden Core Stage (suspected to be hidden).]

[Magic Treasure: hanshuang sword (top-tier Spiritual Artifact).]

[Ultimate Skill: Thousand-Mile Freezing, Frosty Heaven Dancing Snow.]

[Weakness: Cold personality, poor at words, suspected… to have special feelings for a certain Junior Brother, becoming flustered upon encountering him.]

Gu Lan: "…"

Did these people from the Intelligence Hall mix in some strange things? Even writing this down?

Flipping further down.

[Second on the Ranking: Wanfo Temple, Fahai (crossed out), Monk Wuhua.]

[Third on the Ranking: Tianjian Sect, Jian Wuchen.]

…

Gu Lan roughly browsed through it, and had an idea in his heart.

"It seems there are quite a few experts in this grand competition."

He closed the booklet, a trace of Battle Intent flashing in his eyes.

"However, they will do just right to test my new swordsmanship."

"Right, dummy."

Saintess Ji Wushuang suddenly leaned over, saying mysteriously:

"To celebrate your promotion, tonight… this Palace will take you to a good place?"

"A good place?"

Gu Lan looked at her vigilantly.

"It won't be catching centipedes in the poison swamp again, right?"

"Of course not!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang gave him a sideways glance.

"It's Jile Pavilion!"

"That is our Demon Cult's largest den of debauchery; inside are the finest fine wine in the world, and the… spiciest demon witch dancers."

"How about it? Do you dare to go?"

Gu Lan's eyes lit up.

Jile Pavilion? Demon witch dancers?

Isn't this the legendary Demon Cult nightclub?

As a proper undercover agent, how could he miss an opportunity like this to deeply understand Demon Cult culture?

"Go! Must go!"

Gu Lan said righteously:

"This is to better integrate into the collective!"

"However…"

He looked at Saintess Ji Wushuang.

"You, a Saintess, going to a place like this… isn't very good, right?"

"Tsk, what is there to fear."

Saintess Ji Wushuang pulled a mask out of her bosom and slapped it onto her face.

"This Palace is making an undercover tour in plain clothes to observe the conditions of the people; who dares to have an opinion?"

"Let's go!"