Chapter 258: Shuanger, you mustn’t!

"Rip—!"

The crisp sound of tearing silk was exceptionally harsh within the cluttered tent.

Saintess Ji Wushuang's already tattered blood-red undergarment completely turned into a few strips of torn cloth under her brute force tearing, hanging limply from her slender shoulders.

Large areas of breathtaking snow-white skin were exposed without any concealment to the slightly cool air.

But at this moment, this expanse of white seemed as though it had been scorched by fire, glowing with a layer of enticing pink that made one's blood surge. Her usually aloof and arrogant skin was now so scalding hot that one could practically fry an egg on it.

Lying on the broken couch, Gu Lan looked at Saintess Ji Wushuang pressing down on him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, his vision darkened and his scalp tingled.

"What the fuck! Shuanger! Calm down!"

Gu Lan shouted anxiously, pressing his hands hard against her shoulders in an attempt to push her away.

But what state was he in right now?

Having just been tormented all night in Wanmo Cave by the Female Demon Lord, and having given up nearly half a bowl of extremely precious Pure Yang vital blood to detoxify her, he right now couldn't even push away a pig, let alone a Mid Golden Core Stage Demon Cult Saintess!

On the other hand, Saintess Ji Wushuang.

Although she had just recovered from a severe illness, she had just consumed Gu Lan's Pure Yang vital blood along with the medicinal power of the nine-turn soul-returning pill! That massive surge of energy not only dispelled the toxins within her body, but also directly detonated the Heavenly Demon Charming Bone Technique she cultivated!

This Cultivation Technique was inherently a top-tier Dual Cultivation charming art of the Demonic Cult, usually suppressed by her formidable cultivation. Now encountering the irrigation of Gu Lan's top-grade Pure Yang blood, it was like throwing a spark into a pile of dry firewood, instantly triggering a raging wildfire.

She currently had no rationality to speak of whatsoever!

Only one thought remained in her mind: devour the man in front of her who exuded fatal temptation! Suck all that scalding Yang Qi on his body into her own body!

"Hot… Gu Lan… I'm so hot…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a delicate moan that could make one's bones melt.

Disregarding Gu Lan's resistance, those watery peach-blossom eyes burning with wild flames stared intently at him. Her long, scalding legs directly straddled Gu Lan's waist, locking his lower body firmly in an extremely domineering posture.

Immediately following that.

She abruptly leaned down, opened her small mouth that appeared somewhat luscious due to the poison, and unceremoniously kissed Gu Lan's lips.

"Mmm—!"

Gu Lan let out a muffled grunt, his eyes instantly widening into circles.

What the hell kind of kiss was this, this was practically biting!

Saintess Ji Wushuang bit and sucked on his lips haphazardly, even using her two sharp little canine teeth to directly bite open Gu Lan's lower lip. A thick smell of blood instantly permeated between their intertwined lips and teeth.

Tasting the flavor of fresh blood, far from stopping, Saintess Ji Wushuang became even more excited.

Her hands wrapped around Gu Lan's neck like water snakes, her body pressing down desperately, wishing she could knead her entire person into Gu Lan's body.

That astonishing softness and astonishing heat were transmitted continuously to Gu Lan's nerve endings through the thin clothing.

"Damn it…"

Gu Lan cursed inwardly.

He was a normal man, and a normal man blessed with the Pure Yang Body!

Under this level of dual physical and mental stimulation, the Pure Yang fire within his body also began to rise out of control. That suppressed wicked fire surged up with a "whoosh," and his breath instantly grew as heavy as an ox's.

The line of defense of his rationality was retreating step by step.

"Just submit to her like this?"

An extremely tempting thought flashed through Gu Lan's mind.

Anyway, romance between men and women was only natural. Furthermore, the one in front of him was a peerless enchanting beauty capable of toppling countries; even if he got "drained dry" once, it didn't seem like a loss?

But this thought existed for only 0.01 seconds before Gu Lan ruthlessly extinguished it.

He couldn't do it! Absolutely couldn't do it!

Right now, the Qi and blood within both of their bodies were in an extremely violent and chaotic state. Saintess Ji Wushuang's Meridians were stuffed with undigestable Pure Yang vital blood; if they forced Dual Cultivation right now, that massive power wouldn't find a correct venting outlet and would definitely instantly snap her heart vessels!

This wasn't saving her, this was killing her!

Not only that, Gu Lan himself was currently an empty shell. Once his defense line was breached, given Saintess Ji Wushuang's current demonic extracting state, she really could suck him dry into a mummy!

"Shuanger! Wake up! You fucking well are risking your life here!"

Gu Lan abruptly bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain making his chaotic brain sober up for an instant.

He forcibly moved his gaze away from the dazzling expanse of snow-white on Saintess Ji Wushuang's chest, his arms suddenly exerting force.

"Get… down!"

Gu Lan let out a beast-like low roar, his waist thrusting up fiercely, actually forcefully bearing Saintess Ji Wushuang's weight to complete an extremely difficult flip on the broken couch!

"Bang!"

The roles of offense and defense were reversed.

Gu Lan directly pinned Saintess Ji Wushuang beneath him in reverse.

He had no thoughts of cherishing jade and pitying flowers, his hands acting like iron pliers, firmly pressing Saintess Ji Wushuang's two wrists that were still scratching about onto the remnant wooden board above her head.

"Let me go… give it to me… I want more…"

Pinned beneath him, Saintess Ji Wushuang twisted her body desperately, her long jade legs restlessly attempting to wrap around Gu Lan's waist. A slurred, delicate gasp came from her mouth, full of alluring charm; that insatiable appearance could simply make even an immortal's Dao Heart collapse.

"Want your grandpa! Laozi doesn't have a single drop left right now!"

Sweating profusely, Gu Lan pinned her legs down tightly with his knees.

He couldn't drag this out any longer; the charming fire within her body was about to burn away the Foundation of her rationality.

"Green Lotus Core Flame! Come out!"

Gu Lan roared internally.

He didn't dare to use the violent Red Lotus Karmic Fire, and could only cautiously draw out a trace of an extremely faint yet incomparably gentle cyan flame from the deepest part of his Dantian.

Freeing up one hand, with his fingertips condensing this trace of the Green Lotus Core Flame, he pressed it with ultimate precision onto Saintess Ji Wushuang's flat, fair lower abdomen—which was the location of her Dantian.

"Hiss—"

As the cool fingertips carrying the scorching strange fire touched her skin, Saintess Ji Wushuang's body violently arched like it had been electrocuted.

"Go in!"

Gu Lan's gaze narrowed, controlling the Green Lotus Core Flame to transform into thousands of extremely minute flame divine needles, which pierced directly into her Meridians along Saintess Ji Wushuang's pores.

"Ah—!!!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a scream that was both painful and tinged with a hint of relief.

The strange fire entered her body.

The characteristic of the Green Lotus Core Flame to purify all evil spirits exerted miraculous effects at this moment. It was like a high-power water pump, accurately capturing the scurrying and homeless Pure Yang Qi, blood, and aphrodisiac medicinal power within Saintess Ji Wushuang's body.

"Sizzle sizzle…"

An extremely faint sound came from within Saintess Ji Wushuang's body.

Following that, an extremely bizarre scene appeared.

Along the pores on the surface of Saintess Ji Wushuang's body, layers of visible pink mist actually began to steam outward!

Carrying a rich sweet fragrance, the moment these mists came into contact with the air, they were instantly burned into nothingness by the strange fire radiating from Gu Lan's palm, leaving not even a shred of residue.

"Hoo… hoo…"

As the pink mist was continuously expelled, Saintess Ji Wushuang's wildly twisting body finally gradually calmed down.

The horrifying crimson color on her skin began to recede, restoring its original fair and jade-like whiteness. Her hurried and heavy breathing also became steady and prolonged, and those tightly closed peach-blossom eyes trembled slightly, as if she might wake up at any moment.

At this moment, Gu Lan was completely exhausted.

This kind of utmost minute strange fire control consumed even more mental energy than getting into a massive brawl with someone directly.

He released the wrists he was pinning down, and his entire person collapsed right beside Saintess Ji Wushuang like a puddle of mud, his chest rising and falling violently, not even wanting to move a single finger.

"Damn it… eating this soft rice almost cost me my life…"

Gu Lan looked at the large hole in the top of the tent, muttering to himself with a lifeless expression.

Silence.

Within the dilapidated tent, only the heavy breathing of the two intertwined.

Unknowing how much time had passed.

Saintess Ji Wushuang, lying on the inner side, suddenly fluttered her long eyelashes violently a few times.

"Yingning…"

She let out an extremely faint yingning, slowly opening her eyes.

Her vision gradually cleared from being blurry.

Meeting her eyes was the dilapidated top of the tent, and a trace of un-dissipated strange fire burning scent still lingered in the air.

Saintess Ji Wushuang's mind was still somewhat dazed.

"I… what happened to me?"

Subconsciously wanting to sit up, she found her whole body sore and weak, as if she had been trampled over by dozens of savage bulls.

What made her feel even more wrong was that her chest felt chilly, as if there was no cover at all.

She lowered her head and glanced at her own body.

Time completely stopped at this moment.

That blood-red undergarment of hers that was originally relatively complete had now turned into a few broken strips of cloth, hanging pitifully on her body and unable to cover any spring scenery at all.

What made her feel even more suffocating was that less than half a foot away from her, Gu Lan was lying there completely devoid of any image, his clothes disheveled, his chest wide open, and on his neck was an extremely obvious fresh bite mark stained with blood!

Boom!

The memories from when she lost her sanity just now instantly flooded into her brain crazily like a breached flood.

She manically pounced on Gu Lan…

She crazily tore at her own clothes…

She straddled Gu Lan, crying and shouting for him to "give it to me" like an insatiable slut…

"Ahhhhhh—!!!"

A sharp scream comparable to a dolphin sound instantly shattered the roof of the tent, ringing through the night sky of the entire Demonic Cult camp.

Saintess Ji Wushuang's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way from the base of her neck to her crown!

She simply wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now, or directly pull out the soul-locking whip to strangle herself to death!

Too humiliating!

As the dignified Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Palace, she had actually thrown herself at a man like a heat-in-heat bitch, and moreover, she had been forcefully pinned to the ground and rejected by him!

"Awake?"

Gu Lan's lazy voice carrying a hint of mockery came from beside her.

Gu Lan turned his head, looking at Saintess Ji Wushuang who was consumed by shame and anger, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness the Saintess was in very high spirits just now, how come you know how to be shy now?"

"You… shut up!"

Like being electrocuted, Saintess Ji Wushuang grabbed a snow fox blanket beside her that was still relatively intact, and hurriedly and clumsily wrapped her entire person tightly, leaving only a pair of peach-blossom eyes about to spit fire exposed outside.

"Just now… just now that was a Qi Deviation! It was the backlash of the Cultivation Technique! It was fundamentally not this palace's original intention!"

She quibbled stubbornly with a dead duck's beak, but that trembling voice and ears red as blood had long ago betrayed her completely.

"Yes, yes, yes, Qi Deviation."

Gu Lan didn't expose her either, propping his chin with one hand and lying on his side to appreciate her flustered and exasperated appearance.

"However, when you had that Qi Deviation, your vigor really was quite great. If not for my good composure and fighting desperately to hold my bottom line, you probably wouldn't even have the strength to cry right now."

Gu Lan pointed at the bite mark on his neck and sighed feigning grievance.

"Look, this is an occupational injury. How does Your Highness the Saintess plan to compensate me?"

"Compensate your big head ghost!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang was annoyed into anger, grabbed a pillow beside her, and smashed it fiercely onto Gu Lan's face.

"You took such a huge advantage of this palace and saw all of this palace's body, yet you still dare to ask for compensation?!"

"I'm telling you, Gu Lan! As for tonight's matter, if you dare to leak a single word, this palace will… will castrate you!"

Hugging the pillow, Gu Lan couldn't help laughing out loud as he looked at her cute appearance of baring fangs and brandishing claws yet lacking confidence.

This little Devil Head usually looked fierce and malevolent, but at critical moments her tsundere attributes were simply maxed out.

"Alright, no more joking."

Gu Lan put away his smile and climbed with difficulty out of the ruins.

"Though the poison in your body is cured and the charming fire has dissipated, your Qi and blood are severely deficient. Hurry up and change your clothes, then regulate your breathing properly."

He picked up the tattered black-gold robe on the ground and draped it casually over his body.

"I also have to go back and catch up on sleep. Working continuously for three days straight, even an iron body couldn't hold up."

Having said that, Gu Lan turned around and prepared to walk out of the tent.

"Wait!"

From behind came Saintess Ji Wushuang's somewhat awkward voice.

Gu Lan stopped his steps and looked back.

He saw Saintess Ji Wushuang wrapped in the blanket, lowering her head, her toes restlessly twisting back and forth beneath the blanket.

She bit her red lip, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum:

"That… why didn't you… go along with me just now?"

"Clearly… clearly as long as you nodded, you could have obtained this palace…"

She raised her head, a flash of loss and inquiry that even she hadn't noticed sweeping through those peach-blossom eyes.

"Do you… look down on me?"