Chapter 246: Wanmo Cave Quota! Senior Sister, your method of applying medicine is quite improper!

"Wanmo Cave?"

Hearing these three words, Gu Lan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

In the few days he had been at the Heavenly Demon Palace, he had already figured out the basic situation here.

Wanmo Cave was the absolute Forbidden Land of the Demonic Sect, where extremely yin and evil Evil Qi gathered year-round. Not only were there all kinds of mutated Vicious Beasts, but it also sealed away madmen of past generations who had suffered from Qi Deviation.

If an ordinary demonic cultivator went in, they would face ten deaths and zero life.

For someone with a Pure Yang Body like him to go in, it was simply like throwing a piece of fresh meat into a wolf pack that had been starved for half a month.

But given the command issued by this Female Demon Lord, he currently had no room for refusal at all.

"As the Sovereign commands, this subordinate will not decline even facing ten thousand deaths!"

Gu Lan abruptly cupped his fists, his face instantly brimming with a fanatical and reckless smile. "Even if this subordinate is stripped of skin by the Evil Qi in Wanmo Cave, I will definitely get things done properly for the Sovereign!"

Ye Hongzhuang watched his expression of feigned loyalty with cold eyes, a trace of mockery flashing deep within her eyes.

"This seat does not need you to be skinned."

She leaned against the soft couch and lazily waved her hand.

"You have been stuck at the Half-step Golden Core for some time now.

The Pure Yang Qi in your body is too exuberant. Without the stimulation of the extreme yin demonic fiendish Qi, you simply cannot condense the 'Purple Extreme Golden Core' that this seat wants."

"This time entering Wanmo Cave, your only task is to survive, and then undergo Core Formation for this seat.

If you die inside, or if you condense an ordinary Golden Core…"

Ye Hongzhuang's gaze instantly turned icy, looking at him as if he were a dead person.

"Then you can stay inside forever as fertilizer."

"Get out and prepare."

"Yes!"

As if granted a grand amnesty, Gu Lan quickly stood up from the ground and backed out of the grand hall with a bowed posture.

Until the heavy basalt gates closed again before his eyes, Gu Lan let out a long breath of turbid air.

The cold wind of the Far North, mixed with ice and snow, whipped across his face, hurting like knife cuts.

Gu Lan reached out to touch the tooth mark on the right side of his neck that Ye Hongzhuang had forcefully pressed until it bled, sucking in a cold breath of pain.

"This Old Hag really plays dirty with her attacks."

While cursing inwardly, Gu Lan braved the wind and snow to walk towards his own Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Enter Wanmo Cave for Core Formation? Easier said than done!

In such an extremely yin and cold place, the moment he failed to suppress the strange Pure Yang fire within his body even slightly, he would suffer from Qi Deviation instantly.

It seemed that in these three days, he had better quickly think of some ways to save his life.

Walking briskly all the way back to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Gu Lan pushed open the heavy wooden door and quickly closed it with a backhand, isolating the all-encompassing wind and snow outside.

Smokeless spiritual charcoal was lit inside the room, making it very warm.

Before he could even steady himself, a figure walked out briskly from the inner chamber to greet him.

"You're back."

Jiang Wanqing walked up to Gu Lan.

She was still wearing that rough grey cloth outfit, but that innate aloof and cold temperament could not be concealed no matter what.

When her gaze fell upon Gu Lan, her aloof eyes suddenly trembled.

Gu Lan's complexion looked extremely exhausted, and at the collar of his neck, the wounds that were originally close to scabbing over had split open once again. Crimson fresh blood flowed down his collarbone into his black-and-gold robe, looking shocking to the eye.

Jiang Wanqing's breathing instantly grew rapid.

In her mind, that unyielding Junior Brother must have suffered harsh torture and mental torment at the hands of the Female Demon Lord. Those blood-stained tooth marks were clearly ironclad proof of the Female Demon Lord's savage bullying against him!

"She… did she torture you again?"

Jiang Wanqing bit her lower lip tightly, her voice carrying an irrepressible heartache and anger.

"Hey, it's nothing."

Gu Lan waved his hand indifferently, walked over to the table, poured a cup of hot water, and chugged it down in one gulp. "I was just scratched by a tigress, it's no big deal."

The more understatement he used, the heavier the sense of guilt in Jiang Wanqing's heart became.

To protect her, Junior Brother had endured this kind of inhuman torture all by himself, and upon returning, he still had to pretend as if nothing was wrong to comfort her!

"Sit down!"

Jiang Wanqing suddenly raised her voice, her tone carrying an uncompromising firmness.

Gu Lan was slightly taken aback and could only obediently sit down on the chair.

Jiang Wanqing turned around and took out a small white jade bottle from the cabinet; that was the top-grade healing ointment of the Qingyun Sect that she always carried with her.

She walked up to Gu Lan, bent down slightly, and pulled open Gu Lan's collar.

The distance instantly closed.

Gu Lan could clearly smell the faint, plum-blossom-in-the-snow-like fragrance on Jiang Wanqing's body.

Lowering her head with a focused expression, her long black hair slid down her shoulders, just brushing against Gu Lan's arm, tickling him slightly.

"Hisss——"

As the icy ointment touched the bleeding wound, Gu Lan couldn't help but gasp in a cold breath.

"Did I hurt you?"

Jiang Wanqing's movements paused for a moment, and she quickly lightened her strength.

She extended her slender fingers, evenly applying the white ointment onto those deep bite marks.

The slightly cool fingertips touched Gu Lan's warm skin, bringing an extremely wondrous tactile sensation.

Looking at that ferocious wound, Jiang Wanqing's eye sockets turned red, and a warm teardrop suddenly fell onto Gu Lan's collarbone without warning.

"Senior Sister, please don't cry…"

Gu Lan immediately panicked.

He feared neither heaven nor earth, but he was afraid of women shedding tears, especially women who were usually like icebergs.

"I'm not crying."

Jiang Wanqing stubbornly wiped the corner of her eyes, but her hand movements became somewhat chaotic.

In order to rub the ointment in, her fingers pressed all the way down along Gu Lan's neck.

But she was agitated at this moment, failing to control the pressing force properly. Her fingers slipped and pressed directly against his firm pectoral muscles along Gu Lan's open collar.

The icy, soft palm pressed against the scorching, hard chest.

Both of them stiffened simultaneously.

Gu Lan was originally a Top-grade Pure Yang Body with extremely exuberant vitality and blood. Being pressed like this by her completely off guard, the inner fire in his body surged up with a whoosh, and his breathing instantly became heavy.

"Senior Sister…"

Gu Lan's Adam's apple rolled, and he grabbed the wrist of the hand that was still on his chest.