Chapter 247: Extreme Tug-of-War! Senior Sister, if you keep touching, someone is going to die!

Gu Lan's hand was like a scalding iron pincers, tightly gripping Jiang Wanqing's wrist.

The temperature transmitted from his palm was frighteningly high.

Jiang Wanqing was stunned.

She could feel Gu Lan's body trembling slightly, and those peach-blossom eyes that usually carried a bit of cynicism were now bloodshot, with a trace of extremely dangerous purplish-red light even surging deep within them.

"Junior Brother…" Jiang Wanqing's voice trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of heartache, "What is wrong with you? Has the poison left in your body by that Female Demon Lord acted up?"

Subconsciously, she wanted to break free from his wrist and reach out to check Gu Lan's pulse.

"Do not move around!" Gu Lan gritted his teeth, letting out an extremely suppressed low roar from his throat.

His current situation was simply terrible.

The Top-grade Pure Yang Body inherently possessed vigorous blood and Qi, and although the wound seemed to have scabbed over after being bitten by Ye Hongzhuang earlier, that crazy woman had intentionally mixed a trace of extremely pure extreme Yin Devilish Qi into his blood when biting him.

This strand of Devilish Qi was like a fuse, running wildly inside his body.

And Jiang Wanqing's cool and soft palm pressed against his chest earlier, under the alternation of cold and heat, directly ignited the Pure Yang evil fire suppressed deep within his Dantian!

Gu Lan felt that he was now like a powder keg about to explode.

As long as he suffered the slightest bit more stimulation, he might truly lose control of his instincts and directly execute justice on the spot against this pure and flawless Senior Sister right before him!

"Senior Sister, get out."

Gu Lan closed his eyes, forcibly released her wrist, and stepped back two paces, widening the distance between the two of them.

"I need to circulate my Qi to regulate my breathing. Without my permission, do not come in."

Jiang Wanqing looked at the red mark pinched onto her wrist, and then at Gu Lan's painful and forbearing expression, her eye sockets instantly turning red.

"I am not leaving!"

Instead of retreating, Jiang Wanqing took a step forward, her tone carrying a rare stubbornness.

"You are always like this, pushing me away whenever you encounter danger.

I am your Senior Sister.

In the past, I protected you, and now I can do the same!"

"There is extreme Yin Devilish Qi running amok inside your body, right?

Although my hanshuang sword technique is sealed, my Physique has an icy attribute, and I can help you draw out that Devilish Qi!"

As she spoke, she actually reached out once more, intending to press against Gu Lan's chest.

"I fucking told you to get out!"

Gu Lan suddenly opened his eyes and directly slapped her hand away.

He did not control his strength well with this slap, causing Jiang Wanqing to stagger slightly, and the back of her hand instantly became red and swollen.

The room instantly plunged into a dead silence.

Jiang Wanqing blankly stared at the red-swollen back of her hand, tears finally unable to help spinning in her eyes.

But she bit her lips tightly, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.

Gu Lan looked at her extremely aggrieved appearance, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart, almost causing him to break character.

But he knew that he absolutely could not soften his heart right now, otherwise things would only get worse.

"Jiang Wanqing, have you still not figured out the situation?"

Gu Lan intentionally put on a stern face, switching to that ruthless villain visage, his tone icy and piercing, "You are currently just my prisoner, a foot-washing maid!

When I tell you to get lost, you must get lost!

This is Heavenly Demon Palace, not a place for you to throw a Young Miss temper tantrum!"

"If you do not want to die, obediently stay outside for me!"

Jiang Wanqing's body trembled violently.

She stared fixedly at Gu Lan for a full ten seconds.

There was no hatred in those eyes, only a deep sense of sorrow and compromise.

"Yes, this maid obeys."

Jiang Wanqing lowered her head, speaking those words with a hoarse voice.

She slowly turned around and walked step by step toward the door, her back appearing incomparably frail and desolate.

Until the door was gently closed, Gu Lan collapsed limply onto the chair like a deflated ball.

"Damn it, acting as this villain is even more tiring than fucking fighting."

Gu Lan panted heavily, hurriedly sitting cross-legged and frantically circulating the Heavenly Demon Creation Art, suppressing that rampaging Pure Yang evil fire back into his Dantian bit by bit.

Over the next three days, Gu Lan did not step out, completely locking himself inside the secret room of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Wanmo Cave.

These three words were like a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

According to the ancient records of the Demon Cult, Wanmo Cave was located in the extreme Yin and extreme cold land of Heavenly Demon Palace's back mountain.

It was the source of Evil Qi for the entire Demon Cult, not only seeing no sunlight all year round, but also being the burial ground for past Demon Cult experts who suffered Qi Deviation or died in battle.

In the air there, what floated was not Spiritual Qi, but materialized resentment, slaughter, and extreme Yin demonic evil.

For those who Cultivate Demonic Techniques, it was a trial ground where nine out of ten died; but for someone like Gu Lan with a Top-grade Pure Yang Body, it was simply a giant ice cellar, and he was a piece of red-hot branding iron.

Once inside, either the extreme cold would overwhelm the extreme heat, and he would be frozen alive into an ice sculpture without a Soul; or the extreme heat would conquer the extreme cold, and the Pure Yang Qi would completely rampage under the stimulation, causing him to explode and die on the spot.

"That crazy woman Ye Hongzhuang has calculated that I am currently at the Bottleneck of the Half-step Golden Core, and wants to force me to undergo Core Formation using this extreme method."

Gu Lan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air.

"The Purple Extreme Golden Core requires the convergence of Yin and Yang, the coexistence of extreme devil and extreme Dao.

If I can endure the erosion of Evil Qi in Wanmo Cave and borrow that extreme Yin power to neutralize my Pure Yang fire, perhaps I can truly break through in one go."

"But the risk is too high, it is simply walking a tightrope over a ten-thousand-foot cliff."

Gu Lan touched his storage ring.

In the past few days, he turned the inventory in his ring completely upside down.

Aside from some top-grade healing Medicinal Pills and a few life-saving Talismans, there were no special Magic Treasures that could resist the extreme Yin demonic evil.

"It seems I have no choice but to tough it out."

Just as Gu Lan was secretly getting a headache over the trip to Wanmo Cave, the time arrived late at night on the third day.

Outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the howling wind raged, and the wind and snow of the Far North beat against the window lattice, making a teeth-aching sound.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

From the back window, three very regular knocking sounds suddenly came.

Gu Lan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly turning sharp.

In the middle of the night like this, who would come to knock on his window?

If Ye Hongzhuang wanted to find him, she would directly kick the door open, and Jiang Wanqing was currently ordered by him to stay in the front yard and not allowed to approach.

Gu Lan silently slid down from the bed, his right hand gripping the hilt of the soul-devouring sword, clinging to the window side like a ghost.

"Who?" Gu Lan asked in a lowered voice.

"Open the window! It is me!"

From outside the window came a crisp female voice that suppressed anger yet intentionally lowered itself.

Gu Lan was stunned, immediately releasing the sword hilt and pushing open the wooden window with one shove.

A cold wind mixed with ice and snow instantly poured into the room, and following it in was a slender and agile black figure.

The newcomer wore a tight-fitting night-walker outfit, outlining her curvaceous figure to perfection.

Her face was covered with a black veil, revealing only a pair of familiar peach-blossom eyes carrying a bit of wildness and haughtiness.

It was none other than the Demon Cult Saintess, Saintess Ji Wushuang.

"You are not sleeping in the middle of the night, dressed like this and running over to my place to act like a thief?"

Gu Lan hurriedly closed the window, blocking the wind and snow outside, and turned his head to look her up and down.

Ji Wushuang ripped off her veil, revealing her exquisite and charming face.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold wind blowing, and beads of fine sweat dotted the tip of her nose, obviously having rushed over in a hurry.

"You think this Palace wants to come and find you, this jinx?"

Ji Wushuang glared at him ungraciously, walked to the table on her own accord, picked up the teapot, and poured a large mouthful of cold tea directly into her mouth.

"Tomorrow you are entering Wanmo Cave, do you know what kind of place that is?"

"The Cult Master personally ordered that apart from you, no one is allowed to enter.

Any random monster sealed inside that escapes could tear your frail little body into pieces!"

Gu Lan leaned against the windowsill, crossing his arms, and looked at her with a smile: "What? Is Saintess Your Highness showing concern for me?"

"Bah! Who is concerned about you!"

Ji Wushuang instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"This Palace is afraid that you will die inside, and the Cult Master will blame it and implicate this Palace!

You are nominal male consort of this Palace after all, if you go in and cannot even come out with a complete corpse, where will this Palace put her face?!"

Gu Lan looked at her insincere appearance, unable to help finding it somewhat funny.

This little demoness was truly cute when acting haughty.

"Fine, fine, fine, in order not to lose face for Saintess Your Highness, I will definitely strive to crawl out alive."

"Stop acting all cheeky here!"

Ji Wushuang glared at him, and suddenly groped out a palm-sized black iron box from her bosom, directly throwing it toward Gu Lan's chest like tossing a hot potato.

"Take it!"

Gu Lan caught the iron box in one grasp, it felt heavy in his hand, and it still retained the residual warmth of Ji Wushuang's body temperature.

"What is this?"

"Open it and see and you will know."

Ji Wushuang turned her face away, intentionally avoiding looking at him.

Gu Lan suspiciously opened the catch of the iron box.

The moment the box opened, a rich, pungent fragrance rushed over his face, instantly raising the indoor temperature by a few degrees.

Quietly lying inside the box were three crimson Medicinal Pills, the surfaces of the Medicinal Pills flowing with patterns like magma, exuding astonishing heat.

"Scarlet Flame Blood-Melting Pill?!"

Gu Lan's pupils suddenly constricted, a look of shock appearing on his face.

He had seen records of this Medicinal Pill in the Scripture Pavilion of Qingyun Sect.

This was a top-grade high-tier Medicinal Pill, and its refining method was extremely harsh, requiring hundreds of extremely yang and extreme heat fire-attribute Spiritual Plants, coupled with the essential blood of high-tier fire-attribute Yao Beasts to refine it.

In a place of extreme Yin and extreme cold like Wanmo Cave, these three Scarlet Flame Blood-Melting Pills were simply a second life capable of bringing someone back from the dead!

"Where did you get this good stuff from?"

Gu Lan looked up at Ji Wushuang.

"None of your business!"

Ji Wushuang's tone was rigid, but her eyes flickered with evasion.

"This Palace accidentally obtained this when she went to the Southern Frontier to execute a mission in the past.

Keeping it just takes up space, so I simply threw it to you as garbage.

If you are about to freeze to death after going in, swallow one.

Although it cannot help you kill enemies, at least it can protect your heart meridian from being frozen by the demonic evil."

Gu Lan looked at her somewhat unnatural expression, and then looked at a trace of ash on the cuff of her night-walker outfit that had not been completely washed clean.

He roughly guessed it.

This girl must have sneaked into the Pill Refining Room these past few days, using soft-soaping and even coercion and inducement to get these three life-saving Medicinal Pills.

"Shuanger."

Gu Lan suddenly put away his joking expression, stepped forward, and stood before Ji Wushuang.

"What are you doing? Calling me so mushily!"

Ji Wushuang subconsciously retreated half a step, her back pressing against the cold stone wall.

Gu Lan did not speak, but suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Ji Wushuang struggled a bit, but Gu Lan's strength was immense, pressing her tightly against the wall.

The distance between the two of them instantly closed, close enough to feel each other's breathing.

Gu Lan looked down at her flustered peach-blossom eyes, his voice low and earnest.

"Thank you."

Ji Wushuang was stunned.

She looked into Gu Lan's deep eyes, listening to his solemn expression of gratitude, and a belly full of scolding words she had prepared suddenly could not be spoken at all.

"Tha… what is there to thank for, this Palace already said it was thrown to you as garbage…"

Ji Wushuang's voice grew smaller and smaller, her cheeks beginning to burn uncontrollably.

"Wait until I come out of Wanmo Cave alive."

The corners of Gu Lan's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he suddenly leaned close to her ear, saying in an extremely low voice, "I will definitely properly… properly repay Saintess Your Highness's kindness of 'throwing garbage'."

"You… you scoundrel!"

Ji Wushuang suddenly pushed Gu Lan away, scampering toward the back window like a startled little rabbit.

She flipped up onto the windowsill, turning her head to glare fiercely at Gu Lan.

"Gu Lan, you listen well to this Palace!

If you die inside, this Palace will immediately go find ten male concubines and dance on your grave every single day!"

After finishing, she directly leaped forward, disappearing into the boundless wind and snowy night.

Gu Lan looked at the wooden window that was still shaking, touched his chin, the corners of his mouth raising into a helpless yet warm arc.

The next morning.

Heavenly Demon Palace's assembly horn was muffled and stern, resounding through the entire Far North Ice Field.

Gu Lan changed into a dark golden Demon Cult Sword-Wielding Envoy robe, securely hanging the soul-devouring sword at his waist.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the doors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Outside the door, the cold wind was like a knife.

A fully armed squad of black-armored devil guards was already waiting outside the door.

"Lord Sword-Wielding Envoy, the Cult Master has an order for you to immediately proceed to the entrance of the back mountain Forbidden Land."

The leading devil guard commander knelt on one knee, his voice icy.

Gu Lan nodded.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a grey figure walked out briskly from the front yard.

Jiang Wanqing was still wearing that coarse grey cloth garment, holding a black fox-fur cloak in her hands.

She walked up to Gu Lan, silently draped the cloak over his shoulders, and carefully helped him tie the ribbons at the collar.

Throughout the entire process, she did not look up at Gu Lan once, nor did she say a single word of farewell.

Only at the exact moment she finished tying the ribbons, her fingers pressed extremely hard against Gu Lan's chest.

That was telling him: Come back alive.

Gu Lan looked at her lowered eyebrows and eyes, giving her a deep look.

"Let us go."

Gu Lan turned around and strode toward the depths of the wind and snow.