Chapter 236: Furious and Protective! Is my woman someone an old dog like you can touch?

“This servant, Jiang Wanqing…”

“…greets Master.”

These few words came out of Jiang Wanqing's mouth, as light as a gust of wind, but falling into Gu Lan's ears, they were like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, instantly striking his mind blank.

Gu Lan stared intently at the woman in front of him.

Was this really the high and mighty Senior Sister of the Qingyun Sect, who was as pure and noble as the Guanghan Fairy?

The already scant black coarse cloth short skirt clung tightly to her exquisite curves, completely exposing her slender waist and long, straight legs. In the dark and damp utility cabin, her vast expanses of snow-white skin were dazzling to the eyes.

The most glaring sight was on her slender, fair neck.

An extreme contrast.

An extreme humiliation!

This bunch of perverts from the Demonic Cult had truly researched how to destroy a Righteous Path Fairy's dignity to the very bone!

“L… Lord Sword-Wielding Envoy, spare my life!”

The old nanny kneeling and trembling on the ground finally snapped out of the shock of Gu Lan's terrifying Aura from kicking the door open. Looking at Gu Lan's eyes, which had instantly turned crimson as if he wanted to devour someone, she was scared out of her wits and desperately kowtowed on the floor.

“This servant did not know she was your person, My Lord! This servant was only following the orders of the cult's steward to teach these newly arrived Cauldrons and servants the rules…”

“This b… this woman's bones were too stiff. She wouldn't change her clothes when told, nor would she kneel. This servant had no choice but to take out the bamboo board…”

“Teaching rules?”

Gu Lan's voice was terrifyingly low, like a chilly wind blowing out from the Nine Nether Hell.

He took a step forward with his long legs, walking over step by step.

*Crack!*

Gu Lan stepped on the spiked bamboo board that the old nanny had dropped earlier.

Under his foot, which contained the violent Devilish Qi of his Purple Extreme Golden Core, the hard steel-bamboo board instantly turned into a pile of fine powder.

The old nanny's heart almost stopped from fright, and the fat all over her body shook violently.

“Old thing, are you tired of living?”

Gu Lan looked down at her from above, the Killing Intent in his eyes completely undisguised, stinging the old nanny's skin like something tangible.

“She is the spoil of war I personally won at the Sunset Plain in front of all the Cultivators in the world.”

“In the entire Heavenly Demon Palace, except for the Cult Leader, she belongs to me alone!”

“My person, even if she was captured just to wash my feet, can only be beaten, scolded, and taught the rules by me!”

“What kind of thing are you to overstep your bounds and touch my person?!”

The moment his voice fell.

Gu Lan suddenly raised his foot, and without using any Spells, relying solely on his raw Physical Body strength, he kicked the old nanny hard in the chest!

*Bang!*

“Pfft-wah—!”

The old nanny's fat body, weighing over two hundred catties, was kicked flying like a tattered sack.

Accompanied by the tooth-gritting sound of breaking bones, she crashed heavily against the hard iron wall of the utility cabin, spurting a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, then slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, her life or death unknown.

The entire utility cabin instantly fell into a dead silence.

Several Demonic Cult servants hiding in the shadows to peek covered their mouths in terror, scrambling and crawling as they fled. This newly appointed Lord Sword-Wielding Envoy's temper was actually even more violent and bloodthirsty than the rumors!

Gu Lan didn't even spare a glance at the old nanny. He took a deep breath, forcing down the surging anger in his heart and the lingering heat from Saintess Ji Wushuang's 'heart-burning bone-refining soup' earlier.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Wanqing, who was still standing in the corner.

She was barefoot, standing on the cold and damp wooden floor. Her jade feet, which usually remained untouched by dust, were now stained with a bit of dirt, her toes curling slightly from the cold.

Gu Lan felt as if his heart had been violently wrenched by something.

He suddenly ripped off the loose black-gold robe he was wearing.

Taking a step forward, he threw the robe, still warm with his body heat, directly over Jiang Wanqing's head, tightly wrapping up her exposed snow-white skin and that glaring black short skirt.

“Put it on.”

Gu Lan's voice was still cold and stiff, but his movements were extremely swift.

“The lower deck is freezing. If you freeze to death, who will serve me?”

Suddenly wrapped in the loose robe, Jiang Wanqing's nose was instantly filled with Gu Lan's clean scent, mixed with a faint trace of Pure Yang Qi.

The robe was very warm, as if instantly dispelling the chill of the lower deck.

She looked up slightly, peering through the collar of the robe at Gu Lan's tense, handsome face.

A deep tremor of emotion flashed through her cold eyes.

“Junior Brother…”

Jiang Wanqing silently called out in her heart.

“He was so angry not because some spoil of war was offended; he was aching for me.”

“He threw the clothes on me in such a rough manner just to cover my humiliating attire, preventing those filthy gazes from falling on me.”

“He kicked that old woman away just now, with that undisguised Killing Intent… He is using the Demonic Cult's cruel methods to assert his authority before everyone, protecting me from being bullied in the future!”

In this devil's den that devoured people whole, he was still the youth who spared no effort to keep her safe.

Jiang Wanqing's fingers tightly gripped the edge of the robe, her eyes turning slightly warm.

She lowered her head, her tone even more submissive than before, even carrying a hint of heartfelt tenderness.

“Yes, this servant obeys.”

Hearing this obedient 'this servant', Gu Lan's eyelids twitched wildly.

Senior Sister is getting too deep into character! Her submissive appearance, paired with that cold and peerless face, is practically driving a man's sanity to the brink!

Gu Lan didn't dare to look at her for another second, fearing that the effects of the 'heart-burning bone-refining soup' he had just drunk would fully erupt.

He lowered his gaze, landing on the silver chain on the floor.

Gu Lan bent down and reached out to grab the chain.

The chain was forged from cold iron, icy to the touch. He didn't dare to pull it hard, fearing he would choke her with the leather collar around her neck.

That warmth was like a warm current, flowing directly into her heart.

“He is even afraid that a cold chain would freeze me…”

Looking at the tall and straight figure in front of her, the tenderness in Jiang Wanqing's eyes almost overflowed.

One after the other, they went all the way up along the dark spiral staircase.

From the dark and damp bottom deck, they gradually walked toward the luxurious top deck of the demon god ship.

Along the way, they encountered many Advanced deacons of the Demonic Cult and patrolling Shadow Guards.

But the moment they met Gu Lan's cold, bloodthirsty gaze, which was like a wolf guarding its food, everyone instantly lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe loudly, let alone peek at Jiang Wanqing's true appearance.

In this Demonic Cult, strength was the absolute rule.

The terrifying strength Gu Lan had shown on the arena earlier, coupled with his status as the favorite of the Cult Leader, was enough for him to walk unimpeded on this ship.

Finally.

Gu Lan led Jiang Wanqing to a luxurious cabin on the top deck of the demon god ship.

This was the highest-spec room apart from the Cult Leader and the Saintess, and it was also his exclusive cabin as the Sword-Wielding Envoy.

*Bang!*

Gu Lan pushed the door open, led Jiang Wanqing inside, and then heavily shut the heavy steel cabin door behind him.

*Buzz—*

Without any hesitation, he directly activated the highest-level soundproofing and defensive Formation within the cabin. A light purple light barrier spread along the walls, completely isolating the entire room from the outside world.

Only after confirming that the Formation was fully activated and that even Divine Sense could not easily penetrate it…

…did Gu Lan's tense back finally relax.

He let out a long breath of turbid air and turned to look at Jiang Wanqing, who had been standing quietly behind him.

At this moment, the room was covered with a thick Persian wool carpet and warmed by burning smokeless spiritual charcoal, making it as warm as spring.

“Take off the robe. It's very warm here.”

Gu Lan's voice returned to its usual calm, devoid of the violent and cold act from earlier.

Jiang Wanqing obediently untied the robe and gently placed the loose black-gold robe over the back of a nearby chair.

Without the cover of the robe…

…that highly visually striking Demonic Cult servant uniform was once again revealed to Gu Lan without reservation.

Although Gu Lan had mentally prepared himself countless times, seeing this scene with his own eyes still made his breathing uncontrollably heavier.

The small black camisole tightly hugged her stunning curves, and beneath her slender, easily clasped waist was that outrageously short black pleated skirt. Her fair, long legs gleamed with an alluring luster under the light.

This level of lethality was practically nuclear.

*Gulp.*

Gu Lan swallowed with great difficulty, forcing his gaze away from that expanse of snow-white skin.

“What kind of filthy things are packed into the brains of these beasts from the Demonic Cult!”

Gu Lan cursed furiously in his heart, but the heat built up in his body from the 'heart-burning bone-refining soup' seemed to have oil poured over it, beginning to run wild through his Meridians.

Suppressing the abnormality in his body, he stepped forward and reached out his hand.

“Don't move, I'll help you take off this collar.”

Gu Lan's brow furrowed tightly, an inexplicable irritation rising in his heart.

However, when his fingers touched a hidden rune on the edge of the collar…

*Hiss!*

A weak electric current instantly repelled his fingers.

Gu Lan's face darkened.

“Is this a 'Spirit-Locking Ring'?!”

He carefully examined the collar, a flash of anger in his eyes.

This was not a common ornament at all! Moreover, the runes carved on it were extremely complex, clearly the work of a high-level Formation Master. Without forcing it open, it was impossible to take off unless one had the specific key.

If he forcibly burned it with a special fire, it would very likely injure Jiang Wanqing's delicate neck.

“It's fine,”

Jiang Wanqing comforted him softly instead when she saw Gu Lan's angry expression.

“My Golden Core was already sealed anyway, so whether I wear this Spirit-Locking Ring or not makes no difference.”

She looked up, her clear eyes devoid of any resentment.

“Besides, if we take it off, and that Female Demon Lord suddenly sweeps her Divine Sense and finds that the Restriction on me is gone, it would bring great trouble to you instead.”

“Just leave it on, I don't mind.”

Hearing her being so understanding, Gu Lan felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Wanqing's exposed fair arms and shoulders.

On that snow-like delicate skin, there were several glaring red marks, which were finger prints left from being roughly dragged by the old nanny in the utility cabin earlier.

On the body of the pure and noble Fairy, these red marks looked startling.

Gu Lan's eyes instantly darkened.

Without saying a word, he turned around, walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room, searched for a moment, and took out an exquisite white jade porcelain bottle.

Holding the porcelain bottle, he walked back to Jiang Wanqing.

“Sit down.”

Gu Lan pointed to the nearby daybed, his voice deep.

Jiang Wanqing obediently sat on the edge of the daybed, her legs together and her hands on her knees.

Gu Lan pulled the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and a cool medicinal fragrance drifted out.

He poured a bit of emerald-green ointment onto his fingertips, then bent down and gently lifted one of Jiang Wanqing's arms.

“It might be a bit cold, bear with it.”

Gu Lan's voice was very soft, a world apart from his violent persona outside just now.

His finger pads, coated with the ointment, gently applied it to the glaring red marks.

The cooling medicinal power instantly penetrated her skin, soothing the burning pain.

But compared to the cool ointment, the burning temperature from Gu Lan's fingertips made Jiang Wanqing's heart skip a beat.

The distance between the two of them was extremely close.

Gu Lan lowered his head slightly, focusing on applying the ointment. His high nose bridge and deep-set eyes were inches away, and the warm breath he exhaled gently brushed against Jiang Wanqing's arm.

This quiet and intimate atmosphere made the temperature in the room seem to gradually rise.

Jiang Wanqing could even hear Gu Lan's slightly heavy and rapid breathing.

She knew why.

The Cultivation Techniques of the Demonic Cult mostly leaned toward violence and aphrodisiac effects. Her Junior Brother was in this devil's den, having to suppress the Pure Yang Qi in his body, and now he had to face her in this revealing attire.

He was exerting extreme self-control.

He was using his powerful willpower to suppress a man's instincts, solely to avoid offending her.

“Junior Brother…”

Looking at the fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, a deep sense of heartache and determination flashed through her eyes.

She suddenly turned her hand over and grabbed Gu Lan's hand that was applying the medicine.

Gu Lan's movements paused. He looked up, his eyes filled with a trace of confusion and some bloodshot veins from his endurance.

“What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

Jiang Wanqing shook her head.

She met Gu Lan's gaze, and in her cold eyes, a fire that could melt glaciers was burning.

“Junior Brother.”

Her voice was extremely soft, yet it carried a determination like a moth to a flame.

“I said before, I am your spoil of war.”

“This body… belongs to you now.”

“If you are feeling uncomfortable…”

“You can… stop holding back.”