Chapter 145: Rebellious Son Screwing Over His Dad! Hall Master Li, Are Your Knees Alright?

On the second floor of Jile Pavilion, there was a dead silence.

The ghost-head broadsword in Li Batian's hand smashed onto his foot, but he didn't even frown. Or rather, he was so terrified that he had forgotten the pain.

In that single eye, there was only endless terror left at this moment.

That scene from last night in the Heavenly Demon Hall replayed in his mind like a nightmare——

That longsword burning with black demonic fire, the Grand Elder's hand that instantly turned charred and rotted, and the casual smile of the youth before him.

That was a ruthless person who dared to cripple even a Grand Elder of the Nascent Soul Stage!

He was even the "apple of the eye" whom the Female Demon Lord personally brought back to her bedchamber to spend the night with!

As a mere Deputy Hall Master in the Early Golden Core Stage, he actually threatened to chop off the other person's hands and feet?

Wasn't this like the God of Longevity hanging himself—tired of living?!

"Dad? What's wrong with you?"

Young Master Li on the side hadn't figured out the situation yet. Seeing his own old man drop his blade, he thought he had accidentally slipped his hand.

Holding his swollen face, he pointed at Gu Lan and clamored,

"Dad! Make your move quickly! It's this brat!"

"He even dared to take off his mask to provoke you! He simply doesn't put our Xuesha Hall in his eyes!"

"Look at his pretty-boy appearance, he's probably just a freeloading piece of trash…"

"Slap——!!!"

A crisp, loud, and even echoing slap instantly interrupted Young Master Li's endless babbling.

Young Master Li spun around in place like a top three times, then heavily crashed onto the ground. Half of his face instantly swelled into a pig's head, and two bloody teeth flew straight out.

"Dad…?"

He held his face, looking at his old man in disbelief.

"You… why did you hit me?"

"Hit you? Your old man is going to beat you to death today, you rebellious son!"

Li Batian let out a roar, his voice carrying not only anger but also a hint of fearful trembling.

He rushed forward and unleashed a frenzy of attacks on his son on the ground.

"Freeloading? Do you know who he is?!"

"That is Lord Gu! He is the Sword-Wielding Envoy of the Sect Master! He is a big figure whom even the Grand Elder must respectfully yield to by three parts!"

"You blind dog thing! How dare you provoke Lord Gu?!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every kick landed solidly. Young Master Li was beaten until he cried for his father and mother, his miserable screams echoing throughout the entire Jile Pavilion.

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded.

This plot twist happened way too fast, right?

Just a moment ago they were talking about chopping off hands and feet, how did it turn into "fatherly love and son howling" now?

After beating him for the duration of half a cup of tea, until Young Master Li was taking in more air than he was letting out, Li Batian finally stopped, panting heavily.

He turned around, and on his fierce, flesh-laden face, he forcefully squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Thump!"

This Deputy Hall Master, usually so majestic and imposing, unexpectedly knelt down toward Gu Lan on the second floor without the slightest hesitation.

"Lord Gu! Grandpa Gu!"

"It was this subordinate who was blind! It was this subordinate who failed to discipline his son properly!"

"This rebellious son failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you. As long as you say a word, this subordinate will chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs right now!"

Gu Lan stood by the railing, still pinching that grape in his hand with a half-smile on his face.

"Hall Master Li, don't be like that."

"Didn't you want me to kowtow and admit my mistake just a moment ago?"

"Didn't you also want to leave me with one hand and one leg?"

"Come on, I'm right here. Why don't you come up and take them?"

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

Li Batian was so frightened that his soul flew away and his spirit scattered, slamming his head against the ground with loud thuds.

"That was because this subordinate ate lard and clouded his mind! My mouth was spewing garbage!"

"Your hands are hands that grasp divine swords! Your legs are… are…"

Struggling for a long time and unable to think of any more words, he could only ruthlessly slap himself across the face twice.

"In short, it is all this subordinate's fault! I beg Lord Gu to release this subordinate like letting out a fart!"

Watching this comical scene, Gu Lan lost the interest to continue acting cool.

After all, they were all people of the Demonic Cult, seeing each other all the time. It wouldn't be good to truly force someone to their death (mainly because he was afraid of dirtying his hands).

"Alright."

Gu Lan waved his hand.

"I'm not an unreasonable person either."

"However…"

He pointed at the overturned pot of wine on the table and his little heart that had suffered a "fright".

"The Saintess and I came out to drink, and our refined mood was ruined. This compensation for emotional distress…"

"Compensate! We must compensate!"

As if granted amnesty, Li Batian hurriedly pulled out a Storage Pouch from his bosom and raised it high above his head with both hands.

"Inside here are five thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones! And two top-tier defensive Magical Artifacts!"

"They are all filial offerings to Lord Gu! To calm the lord's nerves!"

Gu Lan waved his hand, drawing the Storage Pouch into his palm through the air, and weighed it in his hand.

Hmm, it was quite heavy.

Although this Li Batian was ugly in appearance, he was quite generous with his offerings.

"Fine, seeing that you are so sincere, let it go this time."

Gu Lan put away the Storage Pouch and pulled up Saintess Ji Wushuang, who had been watching the show from the side (and eating happily).

"Get lost with your son, don't be an eyesore here."

"Yes, yes, yes! Many thanks to the lord for your mercy!"

Li Batian expressed boundless gratitude, dragged up Young Master Li who had already passed out on the ground, and rushed out of Jile Pavilion like fleeing for his life.

Following the end of this farce.

The atmosphere inside Jile Pavilion once again turned bizarre.

Those Cultivators who had previously mocked Gu Lan now wished they could bury their heads into their crotches, terrified of being noticed by this baleful star.

As for the courtesan Su Meiniang, her gaze toward Gu Lan at this moment had transformed from the previous "seduction" into… "admiration" and "awe".

Even the Deputy Hall Master of Xuesha Hall had to kneel and beg for mercy!

This man's background was even more terrifying than she had imagined!

"Young Master Gu…"

Su Meiniang bit her red lips, mustered up her courage to step forward once more, holding a newly poured cup of wine in her hand.

"There was much offense earlier, Manager Meiniang apologizes to you."

"I wonder if the Young Master has time tonight… to go to Manager Meiniang's boudoir… for an in-depth exchange?"

This was already a naked offer of herself to share his bed!

If it were usual times, being able to enter the courtesan's boudoir was something countless men wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But now…

"No time!"

Before Gu Lan could speak, Saintess Ji Wushuang coldly blocked the front.

She put back on her cat-demon mask, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with Killing Intent.

"He is going back with this girl tonight… for Dual Cultivation!"

"As for your boudoir, leave it to those stinking men!"

Finished speaking, she grabbed Gu Lan's arm and said with overwhelming dominance:

"Dunderhead, let's go!"

"Going home!"

Dragged to a stagger by her, Gu Lan could only helplessly shrug at Su Meiniang, making an expression of "there's nothing I can do, family discipline is too strict".

Then he allowed Saintess Ji Wushuang to drag him away from Jile Pavilion.

…

Walking out of Jile Pavilion.

The night breeze was slightly cool, scattering the wine aura and cosmetic scent on his body.

"Hmph, consider you knowing what's good for you."

Saintess Ji Wushuang let go of Gu Lan's hand, took off her mask, and revealed a pretty, delicate little face.

"If you had dared to agree to that vixen just now, this palace would have broken your legs!"

"How could that be."

Gu Lan played with the Storage Pouch in his hand, in a great mood.

"I am a most devoted person."

"And… this Jile Pavilion is indeed not bad. I'll come visit again next time I lack money."

This was simply an ATM!

"Money-grubber."

Saintess Ji Wushuang rolled her eyes at him, but then couldn't help smiling.

"However, the sight of Li Batian kneeling before you just now was indeed quite satisfying."

"It seems your formidable reputation in the Demonic Cult is finally established."

"That goes without saying."

Gu Lan proudly raised his chin.

"Don't look at whose person I am."

"Whose person are you?" Saintess Ji Wushuang suddenly leaned in closely, her gaze dangerous.

"Cough cough, naturally the Saintess's person!"

Gu Lan's desire to survive went online once again.

Chatting and laughing all the way, the two returned to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"Alright, we've arrived."

Saintess Ji Wushuang stood at the door, somewhat reluctant to part.

"Get some rest early, special training starts tomorrow."

"Special training?" Gu Lan was slightly startled.

"That's right."

Saintess Ji Wushuang said it as a matter of course:

"The Righteous-Demonic Grand Competition is coming up soon. Although your current strength is good, those Righteous Path prodigies are no pushovers either."

"Especially that Jiang Wanqing…"

Mentioning this name, her gaze turned cold.

"This palace absolutely will not allow you to lose to her!"

"Therefore, starting tomorrow, this palace will personally train you!"

"Get mentally prepared, little undercover agent."

Finished speaking, she waved her fist, turned around, and vaulted over the wall back to her Saintess Palace.

Looking at that high wall, Gu Lan suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

Special training?

Trained specially by the Saintess?

This sounded… why did it feel even more dangerous than being "closely guarded" by the Female Demon Lord?

"Forget it, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Gu Lan pushed open the doors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

However.

The moment he walked into the room and lit the candle.

His entire body instantly froze.

There on that wide carved wooden bed.

A figure draped in a black gauze sleep robe was lying sideways there, holding his copy of "Shadowless Demonic Trace" (the supreme technique left behind by the previous Sword-Wielding Envoy), reading it with great relish.

Hearing the movement, she slowly raised her head, a hint of playfulness in those soul-stirring eyes.

"You're back?"

Ye Hongzhuang closed the book and patted the spot beside her.

"Coming back so late…"

"Shouldn't you give this seat an explanation?"

"For instance… where did you get this book, "Peeping Guide"?"

Gu Lan: "！！！"

Holy shit!

Former Big Brother! You're screwing me over!

This book was discovered before I even managed to hide it properly?!