Chapter 257: Force-feeding Pure Yang Blood! Shuanger, swallow it for me!

"Mm—mph!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's eyes instantly widened, and a muffled sound of resistance came from her throat.

The scalding hot blood, carrying an extremely intense Pure Yang Qi and a hint of the strange medicinal fragrance of the nine-turn soul-returning pill, poured unobstructed into her mouth along Gu Lan's forcibly slashed wrist.

That blood was too hot!

It was simply like a torrent of lava, instantly igniting her cold and numb mouth.

Saintess Ji Wushuang instinctively wanted to push him away.

Although she had almost lost consciousness due to the torment of the excruciating pain and toxins, she knew very well in her heart what essence blood meant to a Cultivator!

That was the Foundation of Cultivation, the Origin of life!

Gu Lan had just been tormented half to death by Ye Hongzhuang in the Wanmo Cave, and now he was forcibly bleeding to save her; this was simply trading his own life for hers!

She stretched out her small hands, which had turned cyan due to the erosion of the toxins, and desperately pressed against Gu Lan's chest, wanting to push him away.

"Don't move around! Swallow it for me!"

Gu Lan's eyes were blood-red, filled with crazed bloodshot veins at the bottom of his eyes.

He completely ignored Saintess Ji Wushuang's feeble struggle, his left hand pinching her chin tightly to force her to open her mouth, and his right wrist pressing fiercely against her lips.

To prevent the blood from escaping, he even pressed the wound on his wrist directly between her teeth.

"If you dare to spit out a single drop, I'll die right here in this tent for you to see today!"

Gu Lan's voice was hoarse and violent, carrying an unquestionable ferocity.

Hearing these words, Saintess Ji Wushuang's pushing hands suddenly froze.

Two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of her pale eyes, mixing with the blood overflowing from Gu Lan's wrist, dripping onto her tattered, blood-colored undergarment.

She no longer struggled, closing her eyes as her throat rolled with difficulty.

"Gulp… Gulp…"

Mouthful after mouthful of the Pure Yang essence blood was swallowed into her belly.

This was simply the most overbearing antidote in the world!

Gu Lan's blood not only contained the utmost rigidity and yang of the Top-grade Pure Yang Body, but also integrated the immense vitality of the nine-turn soul-returning pill that Ye Hongzhuang had forcibly fed him earlier.

As soon as this power entered Saintess Ji Wushuang's stomach, it instantly transformed into a destructive blue-red heat flow, sweeping wildly toward her limbs and bones.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's body seemed to have turned into a tragic battlefield.

Those fatal blood pill toxins spreading along the heart-linking gu originally resembled cold and vicious black snakes, tightly coiled around her heart Meridians and Golden Core.

But at this moment, upon encountering Gu Lan's scalding hot Pure Yang essence blood, these black snakes were like ice and snow meeting their natural enemy, emitting unheard wails as they began to be crazily dissolved at a rate visible to the naked eye!

The ferocious black poison patterns on her neck and arms quickly faded and dissipated like a receding tide.

"Ugh, ah—!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a painful, delicate cry.

The detoxification process was likewise a non-human torment.

While the Pure Yang fire was burning away the toxins, it was also roasting her fragile Meridians.

"Steady your mind! Don't be afraid, I am here!"

Perceiving the drastic change inside her body, Gu Lan immediately retracted his bleeding wrist.

Disregarding the intense bouts of dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, he directly scooped Saintess Ji Wushuang up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms.

At the same time, he placed his intact right hand against her back, forcibly urging the meager Purple Ultimate True Essence left in his body to transform into a gentle pushing force, helping her guide the rampaging medicinal power within her to circulate.

Drip. Drip.

The wound on Gu Lan's left wrist was deep enough to see the bone, and blood was still dripping incessantly, staining the carpet beneath them red.

His complexion had already turned as pale as paper, even his lips had lost all color, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of cold sweat.

Yet the arms holding Saintess Ji Wushuang were as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest tremor.

"Damn it, eating this soft meal… really costs too much blood."

Gu Lan gritted his teeth, unable to help uttering a bitter smile in his heart.

Having barely escaped death at the Female Demon Lord's place just moments ago, he was now cutting his wrist to bleed for the Saintess; even if his body were truly made of iron, it would soon be hollowed out.

A full stick of incense's time passed.

The cold Death Qi inside Saintess Ji Wushuang's body was finally completely dispelled.

"Pfft—!"

She suddenly straightened her body, opening her mouth to spit out a large mouthful of extremely foul-smelling, rich dark purple toxic blood.

This mouthful of toxic blood landed on the carpet, instantly corroding a large hole emitting white smoke, giving off a nauseating stench.

Following the spitting out of this toxic blood, Saintess Ji Wushuang's entire person seemed to have all her strength drained, collapsing limply into Gu Lan's arms.

Yet her breathing finally changed from that hurried state of almost running out of breath to steady and long.

That pale little face also recovered a trace of a living person's ruddy flush at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Al… alive…"

Gu Lan let out a long breath of foul air, his tightly strung nerves finally relaxing completely at this moment.

Extreme fatigue and the dizziness of blood loss surged over like a tide.

His vision suddenly darkened, and his body uncontrollably leaned backward, crashing heavily together with Saintess Ji Wushuang in his arms into the ruins of the soft couch broken into two halves.

"Cough, cough…"

Gu Lan coughed weakly twice, lacking even the strength to raise his hand to seal the acupoints on his wrist.

Hearing Gu Lan's cough, Saintess Ji Wushuang, who had just been pulled back from the gates of hell, abruptly opened her eyes.

Her pair of peach blossom eyes, which had originally been dim, had now completely regained clarity.

When she raised her head and saw Gu Lan's bloodless, tightly closed, weary face, as well as the ferocious wound on his left wrist still seeping blood, her heart was fiercely gripped as if by an invisible giant hand.

"Gu Lan!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang exclaimed in alarm, struggling frantically to climb up from his arms.

"Are you crazy?! Who told you to bleed so much?!"

Anxious, her tears fell down like broken beads, and she grabbed Gu Lan's left hand clumsily.

She didn't even have time to rummage through her storage ring for healing ointment; she directly tore off a corner of her own tattered undergarment, ripped off a clean strip of cloth with a tearing sound, and wrapped it tightly around Gu Lan's wrist with trembling hands, attempting to help him stop the bleeding.

"Do you know how important essence blood is to a Cultivator?! You were already tortured half to death by that Old Hag, and now you're bleeding again, do you really not want your life anymore?!"

Crying while scolding him, Saintess Ji Wushuang pressed firmly on the strip of cloth on his wrist, scalding hot tears dropping one by one onto the back of Gu Lan's hand.

Feeling the warmth and tight binding sensation coming from his wrist.

Gu Lan laboriously opened a slit of his eyes, looking at the little demoness close at hand, crying with a face full of pear blossoms washed by rain.

He twitched his dry, cracked mouth, revealing an extremely weak yet asking-for-a-beating signature wicked smile.

"What are you crying for… I'm not dead yet, are you in such a rush to mourn for me?"

Gu Lan laboriously raised his intact right hand, using his rough fingerpads to gently wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"If you really didn't want my life, I should have just stood to the side earlier and watched you turn into a puddle of black water."

"You blocked half the poison for me, and I return half my life to you; this is completely logical and righteous."

"Besides…"

Gu Lan deliberately caught his breath, his tone carrying a bit of teasing, "You are my Saintess Your Highness, after all. If you kick the bucket, who will I go to eat soft rice from in the Heavenly Demon Palace in the future?"

Hearing these words, Saintess Ji Wushuang was almost so angry she laughed.

What time was it, and this bastard actually still had the heart to quip here!

"You bastard! Big bastard!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang sniffled, hitting his chest lightly with a mix of anger and heartache.

"Who wants you to return your life! Who told you to eat soft rice!"

"If you ever dare to hurt yourself like this again, this palace will… this palace will poison you to death with her own hands, and then die together with you!"

This paranoid love confession full of the Demon Cult enchantress style made Gu Lan's heart palpitate for a moment.

This lass had a truly explosive temper, but her protectiveness was also truly genuine.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll listen to you; I won't bleed anymore in the future."

Gu Lan smiled helplessly, attempting to sit up.

However.

Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Saintess Ji Wushuang, who was still shedding tears, suddenly stiffened abruptly.

Immediately following, on her white cheeks, that flush that had surfaced due to the recovery of Qi and blood did not fade away like a normal person's, but instead deepened at an extremely terrifying speed!

In just a few short breaths, her entire pretty face, neck, and even the collarbones exposed to the air all turned burning red, resembling a piece of red-hot branding iron.

"Hoo… hoo…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's breathing suddenly became extremely heavy, her chest heaving violently.

A strange fragrance, sweet to an outrageous degree and filled with extremely primitive temptation, suddenly emanated from her pores, instantly filling the entire tattered tent.

"Shuanger? What's wrong with you?"

Perceiving that something was wrong, Gu Lan immediately became alert.

"I… I don't know…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang bit her lower lip hard, her hands grasping the clothes in front of her chest in agony.

"So hot… Gu Lan… it's so hot inside my body…"

Her peach blossom eyes began to lose their original clarity, a thick, mist-like blur welling up in the depths of her eyes.

Gu Lan's pupils shrank abruptly.

He reacted instantly!

What Saintess Ji Wushuang cultivated was the Demon Cult's top-tier Dual Cultivation enchanting technique—the Heavenly Demon Charming Bone Technique! This Cultivation Technique was inherently inclined toward extreme Yin, requiring the absorption of Yang Qi to harmonize.

And just now, to detoxify her, Gu Lan had directly force-fed her a large mouthful of heart essence blood containing extreme Pure Yang Qi and the medicinal power of the nine-turn soul-returning pill!

For Saintess Ji Wushuang, who cultivated the enchanting technique, this was simply a potent bomb with an astonishing explosive yield!

The Pure Yang blood completely dissolved within her body, not only dispelling the toxins, but also directly detonating the most primitive and most difficult-to-suppress desire instinct within her Cultivation Technique!

"Crap!"

Gu Lan cursed inwardly, the cold sweat on his forehead breaking out once more.

"Shuanger! Quickly circulate your energy to suppress it! Force the excess Qi and blood out!"

Gu Lan struggled to back away, trying to put some distance between them.

But at this moment, Saintess Ji Wushuang had her reason completely swallowed by the churning torrent of heat inside her body.

"Can't suppress it… it's so uncomfortable…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a delicate moan that made one's bones turn crisp.

She reached out unconsciously and gave a fierce pull.

"Rip!"

The already tattered blood-colored undergarment was directly torn into fragments by her own manic power!

Large, breathtaking expanses of snowy white were exposed without any concealment to Gu Lan's line of sight, and upon that skin, which had originally been as white as jade, there was now a layer of pink that tempted one to commit crimes.

Gu Lan's breathing instantly stagnated.

"F***… Shuanger! Calm down!"

Gu Lan shouted anxiously; with his current half-dead body, if something really happened, he would probably die on the spot from draining his essence.

However.

The Demon Cult Saintess, having lost her reason, could not listen to any advice at all.

Her pair of watery peach blossom eyes, burning with a crazed flame, locked tightly onto the man before her who was radiating a fatal Pure Yang breath.

"Gu Lan…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang lunged forward fiercely like a female leopard starved for ten days!

"Bang!"

She directly pressed the weak Gu Lan heavily down into the ruins of the broken wooden bed, her slender, scalding hot legs straddling his waist, and sat astride him in an extremely overbearing manner.

She leaned down, her scorching breath spraying onto Gu Lan's face.

"Since you gave all your blood to me…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's voice was hoarse and bewitching, carrying a wild, untamable madness.

"Then today… don't even think about running away!"