Chapter 256: The Aftermath of Hardcore Medicine Feeding!

Shuanger, are you fucking out of your mind?!

On the freezing Far North Ice Field, the howling gale mixed with snowflakes like knives.

But Gu Lan could not feel a shred of chill at the moment.

Not only was he not cold, but he even felt his whole body burning hot like a furnace about to explode.

The medicinal power of that "nine-turn soul-returning pill" was simply too terrifying; the moment it entered his stomach, it was like dry firewood encountering blazing fire, frantically repairing the Meridians and internal organs that had been eroded by the toxin.

"Hoo… Hoo…"

Gu Lan panted heavily, lying on the ice surface with his chest heaving violently.

He licked his chapped lips, which still retained a trace of extremely sweet blood flavor, as well as the unique, fatally seductive cold fragrance belonging to Ye Hongzhuang.

The sensation of lips pressing against each other, and even the tip of his tongue being forcefully pried open, was as clear as if it were just the previous second.

"Venerable One…"

Gu Lan propped himself up on the ice with one hand and sat up wobblingly.

He looked at Ye Hongzhuang, who was overlooking him and gazing at him with the cold eyes of looking at a dead person, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled into an extremely rogue, bad smile.

"Your subordinate is truly… flattered by your way of feeding medicine."

"If I had known earlier that defying you with a single sentence could earn the Venerable One's 'personal' medicine feeding, this subordinate should have cursed a couple more times just now."

"You're courting death!"

Ye Hongzhuang's phoenix eyes chilled, and a trace of shyness and annoyance flashed across the depths of her eyes.

She suddenly raised her foot, the toe of her black-and-gold long boots mercilessly kicking Gu Lan on the chest, directly sending his newly-seated body flying backwards again, sliding more than ten meters across the ice surface before stopping.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Gu Lan got up while rubbing his chest. Although he had been kicked, his heart was blooming with joy.

This Old Hag did not use lethal force!

That kick just now looked fierce, but in fact it didn't even break a single one of his ribs; instead, taking advantage of that force, it helped him completely spit out a mouthful of stagnant poisonous blood in his body.

"Gu Lan, put away that disgusting expression of yours for this seat."

Ye Hongzhuang turned her back, her snow-fox cloak flapping loudly in the wind.

She seemed not to want Gu Lan to see the expression on her face at this moment.

"This seat saved you simply because this Top-grade Pure Yang Body of yours is still useful."

"If you ever dare to show the slightest disrespect to this seat again, or harbor any filthy thoughts, this seat can sew up that mouth of yours at any time!"

"Yes, this subordinate understands."

Gu Lan hurriedly seized the opportunity to step down the slope, stood up, and patted the ice shards on his body.

He knew that this Female Demon Lord was typically soft-hearted to soft tactics but resistant to hard ones.

The more you submitted to her, the more she felt you lacked spine; if you occasionally bit her like a mad dog, she would instead feel that you were a useful tool.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the blood moon demon sickle held in Ye Hongzhuang's hand emitted a low hum.

Ye Hongzhuang lowered her head to glance at this ancient evil weapon, a flash of satisfaction crossing her eyes.

Afterward, she casually tossed it, throwing this Demonic Path supreme treasure that countless people dreamed of directly toward Gu Lan.

"Take it."

Gu Lan instinctively reached out and caught it. It felt heavy in his hand, and an extremely familiar Qi of blood fiend transmitted through his palm.

"Venerable One, what is this…"

Gu Lan was stunned.

This Old Hag went to such great lengths, almost torturing herself to death to retrieve this treasure, and just handed it back to him so lightly?

"The demonic nature of this blade is too heavy. This seat is currently at a critical period of a Breakthrough in her Cultivation Technique, and if she forcibly keeps it by her side, the Killing Intent it emits will trigger the cold poison within this seat's body."

Ye Hongzhuang said without turning her head: "Since it has already acknowledged you as its master, you shall keep it for the time being."

"You are the Sword-Wielding Envoy of this seat, and holding the blade for this seat is also your duty within your bounds."

"When this seat needs it, you had better pray that you can hand it over intact."

Having said that, Ye Hongzhuang waved her sleeve.

"Rumble—"

That gorgeous throne pulled by eight Frost Bone Dragons descended from the sky, stopping steadily in front of her.

"Return to camp."

Ye Hongzhuang stepped onto the throne in one step, without any intention of waiting for Gu Lan, directly driving the Bone Dragons to soar into the sky, turning into a streak of black light that vanished into the boundless wind and snow.

Gu Lan stood in place, looking at the dark red short-handled sickle in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling up crazily.

"A huge profit!"

He simply wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times.

He originally thought this demon sickle would definitely be taken away by Ye Hongzhuang and that his hard work would be in vain.

He didn't expect this Old Hag to fear the backlash of Devilish Qi and throw it back!

With this blood moon demon sickle, plus his soul-devouring sword, with two ancient demonic weapons in hand, his combat power could definitely skyrocket by geometric multiples!

"Old Hag, you are the one who personally left a blade loaded with a bomb in my hands."

Gu Lan touched the blade of the demon sickle, feeling the trace of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire seed hidden deep within it, feeling a secret thrill in his heart.

He tucked the demon sickle into his lower back, feeling the condition inside his body.

"Holy shit, the medicinal power of this nine-turn soul-returning pill is simply too fierce, right?"

Gu Lan couldn't help crying out in surprise.

He discovered that not only had the toxins of the fatal blood pill been completely cleared away in his body, but even his essential blood, which had been depleted previously due to drawing the blade, had been mostly replenished.

The ten-pattern purple extreme golden core rotated joyfully within his Dantian, and the demonic essence it emitted was even more solid and heavy than before.

"In my current state, even if I run into that Blood-Fiend Stitched Corpse from just now, I reckon a single punch could shatter it!"

Gu Lan's confidence burst at the seams.

He delayed no longer as the Green Lotus Core Flame surged beneath his feet, turning himself into a green streak of light that sprinted wildly toward the Demonic Cult's main camp following the direction Ye Hongzhuang left.

Half an hour later.

Gu Lan smoothly returned to the massive camp stationed by the Heavenly Demon Palace on the Far North Ice Field.

The camp was dense with Devilish Qi, and teams of black-armored demonic cultivators patrolled back and forth, creating a stern and killing atmosphere.

The moment Gu Lan stepped into the camp, several demonic cultivators who recognized him immediately and respectfully knelt on one knee to salute.

"Greetings, Lord Gu!"

Gu Lan waved his hand casually, ignored them, and walked straight toward his own tent.

However, before he had walked even two steps.

Gu Lan's heart suddenly shrank violently.

"Hisss—"

An extremely faint yet extremely familiar chilly, piercing pain transmitted along his heart meridian.

Gu Lan's footsteps instantly froze in place.

"That's not right!"

"My poison is clearly already cured, why is it still hurting?!"

Gu Lan's expression changed wildly, and his brain operated at high speed.

In a flash of lightning and flint, a red figure flashed across his mind, along with that blood-colored bug that had been forcefully stuffed into his mouth and swallowed down his belly.

heart-linking gu!

Shared damage, sharing life and death!

When Ye Hongzhuang's fatal blood pill erupted, half of that terrifying poison sufficient to melt a Nascent Soul directly transferred onto Saintess Ji Wushuang's body through the bond of the heart-linking gu!

Although he ate the nine-turn soul-returning pill to detoxify, Ji Wushuang didn't!

As someone at the Mid Golden Core Stage cultivating the Heavenly Demon Charming Bone Technique, her Physical Body was inherently weak; how could she possibly withstand such bizarre poison that almost killed even him, a Top-grade Pure Yang Body?!

"Shuanger!"

Gu Lan's eyes split open from rage, and his eyeballs instantly turned red.

He was like a completely enraged wild leopard, his true essence erupting with a roar, directly knocking over several demonic cultivators blocking the way ahead, turning into a gale as he frantically sprinted toward the exclusive tent of the Saintess on the west side of the camp.

"Get lost! All of you get the hell away!"

Gu Lan's angry roar echoed in the camp, scaring those patrolling demonic cultivators into retreating three hundred paces, not daring at all to obstruct this Sword-Wielding Envoy overflowing with Evil Qi.

"Bang!"

Arriving before the Saintess's tent, Gu Lan didn't announce himself at all; he directly kicked apart the defensive Formation at the entrance, tearing the thick animal-skin door curtain into fragments.

The moment he rushed into the tent.

A suffocatingly strong smell of blood and a chilling Death Qi rushed toward his face.

Gu Lan's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

The interior of the tent was a mess, with precious jade wares shattered all over the floor, obviously indicating that someone had struggled frantically in extreme pain.

And in the deepest corner of the tent.

A figure wearing a thin, blood-colored undergarment was curled up into an extremely pitiful ball.

"Shuanger!"

Gu Lan's voice trembled as he rushed over in a few strides, knelt heavily on the ground with both knees, and pulled that curled-up figure into his embrace.

It felt icy cold to the touch!

It was simply like holding a piece of ten-thousand-year black profound ice!

At this moment, Ji Wushuang had no trace left of her usual arrogant, domineering, enchanting, and alluring Saintess demeanor.

Her exquisite little face was as pale as paper, without a shred of color.

Her lips had already been bitten into a bloody mess by herself, and fresh blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, staining a large expanse of her chest's garments red.

What made Gu Lan find it most glaring and heartache-inducing.

Was that on her originally fair and delicate neck and exposed arms, rows of blackish-purple toxic veins were now densely crawling all over them!

These toxic veins were like living venomous snakes, frantically eroding her vitality.

"You… don't come over…"

Hearing Gu Lan's voice, Ji Wushuang with difficulty opened a slit of her eyes.

When she saw clearly that the person coming was Gu Lan, a trace of extreme panic and self-deprecation instantly flashed through her originally dim peach-blossom eyes.

She desperately wanted to break free from Gu Lan's embrace, trying to shrink deeper into the corner, wanting to use the undergarment already soaked through with cold sweat to cover the ferocious and terrifying toxic veins on her body.

"Get out… I am… so ugly right now…"

Ji Wushuang's voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum; every word she spoke caused her body to twitch violently due to the excruciating pain pulling at her heart meridian.

"Ugly your grandpa! Are your brains filled with paste or what?!"

Gu Lan was so angry that tears were almost falling down.

He tightly pressed Ji Wushuang against his scalding chest, his hands like iron pincers refusing to let her break free.

"Who told you to plant that bullshit heart-linking gu on me?! Do you know that is a poison capable of melting a Nascent Soul?! As a squishy mage, what do you use to resist this kind of poison?!"

Gu Lan cursed with gnashing teeth while frantically mobilizing the Purple Extreme Golden Core within his body.

Without any reservation, he channeled the purest and scalding Pure Yang Qi in his body, mixed with a trace of the remaining medicinal power of the nine-turn soul-returning pill, through both palms, continuously passing it into Ji Wushuang's body.

"I… I am willing…"

Ji Wushuang leaned weakly in Gu Lan's arms, feeling that long-lost Pure Yang warm current surge into her limbs and bones, and the brows that had been tightly knitted together due to excruciating pain actually slowly relaxed a bit.

She even managed to pull out an arrogant smiling face that looked uglier than crying.

"You big bastard… did you provoke that Old Hag in Wanmo Cave again?"

"Last night… I felt my heartbeat almost stop… I even thought I was really going to become a pair of companion mandarin ducks facing life and death together with you heartless scoundrel…"

Hearing this girl not forgetting to tease him even with half her foot stepping through the gates of hell, Gu Lan's heart felt as if it were being pierced by tens of thousands of needles at the same time, hurting so much he couldn't breathe.

"Shut up! Save some strength for me!"

Gu Lan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He immediately opened his Divine Sense, probing into Ji Wushuang's body.

The situation was ten times worse than he had imagined.

The toxicity of the fatal blood pill was simply too overbearing.

Although Ji Wushuang only shared half of it, the poison had completely invaded her heart meridian.

The Golden Core inside her body, in order to resist the poison, had completely lost its luster and was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

If she hadn't relied on tenacious willpower to forcefully hang onto her last breath, she probably would have already perished together with him when Gu Lan's poison flared up last night.

"No, the poisonous Qi has already seeped into the heart meridian, and Pure Yang Qi alone cannot dispel it!"

Gu Lan's brow tightly twisted into a "川" shape, bean-sized sweat beads breaking out on his forehead from anxiety.

He currently had no Medicinal Pills in his hands capable of curing this bizarre poison; the nine-turn soul-returning pill given to him by Ye Hongzhuang had long been eaten into his stomach by him.

Wait! Eaten into the stomach!

A trace of resolute madness flashed fiercely in the depths of Gu Lan's eyes.

"Shuanger, bear with it!"

Gu Lan did not hesitate at all, directly raising his right hand and ruthlessly slashing across his left wrist with the sharp nail of his thumb!

"Pfft!"

Crimson, scalding fresh blood instantly gushed out like a spring.

Because he had just refined the Demon Gods True Blood and the nine-turn soul-returning pill, his blood at this moment not only contained the remnants of the divine medicine capable of curing a hundred poisons, but also carried extremely terrifying masculine blood Qi!

This was simply a walking humanoid antidote!

"What are you doing?!"

Although Ji Wushuang was weak, seeing Gu Lan actually self-mutilating and bleeding, she was still startled with wide eyes, desperately trying to push him away.

"Drink it down!"

Gu Lan completely ignored her struggle, directly pinching open Ji Wushuang's chin and fiercely bringing his bleeding left wrist close to her colorless lips.