Chapter 161: Victorious Return! The vinegar smell on this airship is even stronger than stinky feet!

"Ye Hongzhuang! Don't even think about leaving!"

Seeing the Demonic Cult members about to escape, Qingyun Sect Master was so furious that his hair and beard stood on end.

He unleashed his sect-suppressing Magic Treasure, the "Qingyun Seal". A massive cyan ancient seal expanded rapidly against the wind, transforming into the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, violently smashing toward the ascending demon god ship.

This strike contained the full-force attack of the Soul Transformation Stage, swearing to keep this group of little demons here!

"Hmph, old fellow, am I giving you too much face?"

Standing at the stern of the ship, Ye Hongzhuang let out a cold hum.

She did not unleash any Magic Treasure, but only slowly raised that slender, fair palm and gently pressed it toward the Void Realm.

"Heavenly Demon Hand!"

Rumble—

A giant black hand condensed from pure Devilish Qi appeared out of thin air, actually a bit larger than that Qingyun Seal!

Like grabbing a toy, it grabbed the falling Qingyun Seal in one clutch.

"Crack—"

A scalp-numbing friction sound rang out.

That top-tier Spirit Treasure, which shook the Righteous Path, actually let out a wail within the demon hand, its spiritual light dimming instantly.

"Scram!"

Ye Hongzhuang flicked her wrist.

Like throwing away trash, the giant black hand violently flung the Qingyun Seal back.

"Bang!"

The Qingyun Seal flew backward, heavily smashing into the main peak of the Qingyun Sect, directly collapsing half of the mountain peak and stirring up dust all over the sky.

"Puff—"

Qingyun Sect Master's mind and soul were injured, and a mouthful of old blood spewed out as he looked in absolute terror at the woman in black standing at the bow of the ship.

"Soul Transformation… Late Stage?!"

"How could you possibly be this strong?!"

Ye Hongzhuang ignored his shock, only faintly glancing at the Righteous Path below, which was in chaotic disarray.

"Today is merely to take back this seat's belongings."

"Next time we meet…"

"Will be the time I flatten your Qingyun Sect!"

After finishing, the demon god ship let out a roar, tore through the Void Realm, and instantly vanished into the horizon.

Leaving behind only the devastated Qingyun Sect and a group of Righteous Path bigwigs whose worldview was shattered.

…

Inside the luxurious top-floor cabin of the demon god ship.

The atmosphere… was even heavier than the battlefield outside.

Gu Lan was lying "weakly" on the soft couch, his face pale, eyes tightly closed, with the look of "I'm done for, don't call me."

Standing beside his bed were three women.

One was the overwhelmingly domineering Female Demon Lord Ye Hongzhuang.

One was the haughty and prickly Saintess Ji Wushuang.

And another was Hongxiu, who had just successfully "defected" and restored her true Demonic Cult appearance.

"Hey, stop playing dead."

Ji Wushuang reached out her finger, poked Gu Lan's cheek, and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"When running away just now, you ran faster than a rabbit. Why are you playing corpse as soon as you get on the ship?"

"And…"

She turned her head, looking at Hongxiu with full hostility.

"What is the deal with this woman?!"

"Isn't she a Disciple of the Qingyun Sect? Why did she follow along too? And why is she lingering by Gu Lan's side and refusing to leave?!"

Hongxiu had already shed her disguise at this moment, no longer that gentle Great Master Senior Sister, but restoring the true nature of a Hehuan Sect witch.

She tidied up her slightly messy long hair, cast a bewitching glance at Ji Wushuang, and chuckled softly:

"Your Highness Saintess has such a poor memory."

"This subordinate is a covert agent planted by the Hehuan Sect within the Righteous Path, with the code name 'Pink Skeleton'."

"Now that this mission is complete, naturally I must follow Lord Sword-Wielding Envoy back to the sect to report on the mission."

"Report on the mission?"

Ji Wushuang narrowed her eyes, pointing at Hongxiu's hand that was still grabbing Gu Lan's sleeve.

"Does reporting on the mission require grabbing his hand?"

"Does it require sticking this close?"

"I think you're trying to take advantage of the opportunity to move up in rank?!"

"Oh my, what kind of words are those from the Saintess."

Not only did Hongxiu not let go, but she even pushed her luck further by wiping the sweat off Gu Lan's forehead.

"My Junior Brother and I spent day and night together in the Qingyun Sect for over a decade, with a bond as close as siblings."

"He is 'seriously injured' right now, so what's wrong with me taking care of him?"

"Besides…"

She defiantly glanced at Ji Wushuang's unremarkable chest.

"Junior Brother… prefers someone a bit more mature."

"You—!!!"

Ji Wushuang was furious, drawing her dagger as she rushed forward.

"I'm going to slash that vixen face of yours!"

"Enough."

Ye Hongzhuang, who had been sitting to the side watching the show, finally spoke.

She put down her teacup, her voice not loud, but it instantly quieted the two hair-trigger women.

"So noisy."

Ye Hongzhuang rubbed her brow, glancing at Gu Lan, who was still playing dead on the bed.

"Gu Lan, how long do you plan to keep pretending?"

"Do you only plan to wake up after they start fighting and tear this ship apart?"

Gu Lan's eyelids twitched, knowing he couldn't muddle through anymore.

"Cough cough…"

He let out a weak cough, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

"Water… I want water…"

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

Ji Wushuang and Hongxiu simultaneously rushed toward the teapot on the table.

"Bang!"

Their hands collided, and neither was willing to yield to the other.

"I am the Saintess! I go first!"

"I am the Senior Sister! I understand his tastes better!"

Gu Lan: "…"

Save me!

Right at this moment, a cup of warm tea was handed to his lips.

Gu Lan froze, looking along that slender, fair hand.

He saw Ye Hongzhuang holding the teacup, looking at him with a half-smile.

"What? Do you want this seat to feed you?"

"No no no! I wouldn't dare!"

Gu Lan was so scared he quickly sat up, took the teacup with both hands, and downed it in one gulp.

The two contending women at the side were instantly dumbfounded.

The Cult Master poured water personally?!

This treatment… isn't it a bit over the top?

"That's enough."

Ye Hongzhuang stood up, her powerful aura instantly suppressing the entire scene.

"Hongxiu, you completed this mission well. Go to the Penalty Hall to claim your reward after returning."

"As for now…"

She pointed toward the door.

"You may withdraw."

Hongxiu gave Gu Lan a somewhat unwilling glance, but under the Demon Lord's coercion, she could only bite her bullet and salute.

"This subordinate… takes her leave."

"And you."

Ye Hongzhuang looked at Ji Wushuang.

"Go back to your room. Don't run around these few days when nothing is going on, and reflect well on your unseemly behavior in the arena today."

"I…"

Ji Wushuang wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Hongzhuang's cold gaze, she could only swallow her words back down.

"Yes."

She viciously glared at Gu Lan (meaning: I'll deal with you later), then left in a huff.

Finally.

Only Gu Lan and Ye Hongzhuang were left in the room.

The air instantly grew quiet, but also more… dangerous.

"S-Sovereign…"

Gu Lan cowered in the corner of the bed, hugging the blanket, and asked weakly:

"Since you chased them all away, do you have some… important instructions?"

"Of course."

Ye Hongzhuang walked to the bedside, untied her outer robe, revealing that familiar black gauze dress underneath.

"You caused such a huge commotion in the Qingyun Sect and even used the complete-form Demonic Sword."

"The Devilish Qi inside your body must be in chaos again, right?"

She crawled onto the bed, approaching Gu Lan as gracefully as a black cat.

"This seat said that tonight I would personally 'treat your injuries'."

"This seat has always… kept her word."

Gu Lan looked at that breathtakingly beautiful face drawing closer and closer, along with that familiar faint fragrance.

There was only one thought in his heart:

The soundproofing barrier on this airship…

Should be of decent quality, right?