Chapter 259: Domineeringly Winning Her Heart!

"Do you… despise me?"

Inside the dilapidated tent, Saintess Ji Wushuang was wrapped in that snow-fox blanket, curled up in the corner of the bed like a wronged kitten.

Her peach-blossom eyes, which usually always exuded a sense of haughtiness and cunning, were currently veiled in a layer of mist as she looked pitifully at Gu Lan, who was walking towards the door.

As the Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Palace, from childhood to adulthood, there were only men she discarded; never had there been any man who could forcefully push her away when she actively threw herself into his arms and even half-undressed.

This was not only a blow to a woman's self-esteem, but it also made her experience an extreme sense of insecurity.

Gu Lan stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, looked at the enchantress on the bed who had wrapped herself tightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Despise?"

Gu Lan strode back, walked directly to the bedside, propped his hands on both sides of Saintess Ji Wushuang's body, and stared down into her eyes.

"You are the Demon Cult's number one beauty, and the demonic cultivators chasing you can line up from the Heavenly Demon Palace all the way to the foot of Qingyun Mountain. I am a normal man full of vigor and vitality, and I despise you? My fucking brain must be filled with water if I were to despise you!"

Hearing Gu Lan's vulgar yet extremely direct reply, Saintess Ji Wushuang's eyes brightened slightly, but she still bit her red lips and muttered unconvincedly:

"Then why did you push me away just now? I was already… I was already like that, and you could actually still hold back? Do you… have some hidden ailment in that regard?"

"Whether I have a hidden ailment or not, you will have plenty of opportunities to find out in the future."

Gu Lan glared at her annoyedly, suddenly reached out, and pulled her—person and blanket together—into his embrace through the blanket.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Saintess Ji Wushuang exclaimed, but she did not struggle, obediently pressing against his sturdy chest.

"Listen well, silly girl."

Gu Lan put away his usual flippant villainous smile, and his tone became unprecedentedly serious and domineering.

"Just now you drank my pure yang vital blood and took the nine-turn soul-returning pill. The medicinal power inside your body went berserk, coupled with the backlash of the Heavenly Demon Charming Bone Technique, you completely lost your reason and had no idea what you were doing."

"If I just went with the flow and took you for my own pleasure, those two violent forces wouldn't find a proper outlet and would instantly shatter your heart meridians! That wouldn't be loving you; that would be killing you!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang was stunned.

Although she had lost her reason earlier, thinking about it now that she had calmed down, everything Gu Lan said was completely right. If they had really forced Dual Cultivation just now, her life would probably have ended on this bed.

"And…"

Gu Lan lowered his head, looked straight into her watery eyes, and said word by word:

"Although I, Gu Lan, am no upright gentleman, I am definitely above touching an unconscious woman."

"You are my woman. If one day, we truly reach that step…"

"I want you to look into my eyes clearly and lucidly, and willingly surrender yourself to me, instead of being driven into estrus by a bunch of wretched medicinal powers!"

These words resonated powerfully and were extremely domineering!

It was simply like a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing into Saintess Ji Wushuang's heart, which had always lacked a sense of security!

In a quagmire like the Demon Cult, where people are eaten without even their bones left and any means can be used to grow stronger, which man didn't treat women as Cauldrons and playthings?

Who would consider whether you live or die when you suffer Qi Deviation and actively offer yourself, and even care whether you are 'willing'?

Saintess Ji Wushuang's eye sockets instantly turned completely red.

All her grievances, suspicions, and inferiority were shattered into pieces at this moment by Gu Lan's unreasonably domineering words.

"You… you only know how to say these nice things to coax me…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang sniffed, buried her head deeply into Gu Lan's embrace, and her tears pattered against his tattered black-gold robe.

Although she was still acting aloof with her words, the hands wrapping around Gu Lan's waist tightened fiercely.

In this lifetime, she was completely fallen into this man's hands.

"Alright, stop crying. If you cry any more, this place will really become a water curtain cave."

Gu Lan gently patted her back, coaxing the Demon Cult Saintess just like coaxing a child.

"Although the poison in your body has been cleared, your Qi and blood are severely deficient. Hurry up and change your clothes, and properly regulate your breathing. Tomorrow is the Sunset Plain grand competition; if you go there with two dark circles under your eyes, you'll lose the face of the Demon Cult's number one beauty."

"None of your business!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang broke into laughter through her tears, wriggled out of his embrace, and fiercely wiped away her tears.

"Get lost quickly! This Palace wants to change clothes!"

"Chasing people away just like that? You were just asking me if I despised you a moment ago."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang grabbed a pillow and hurled it over, her face as red as a monkey's buttocks.

Gu Lan caught the pillow, laughed heartily, turned around, lifted the tent curtain, and walked out.

The biting cold wind of the extreme north rushed toward his face, instantly calming Gu Lan's body, which had still been somewhat restless.

"Whew… Eating this soft rice truly tests one's acting skills and self-control."

Gu Lan touched his lip that had been bitten through by Saintess Ji Wushuang, grimacing in pain as he strode towards his Hidden Sword Pavilion.

…

Half an incense stick's time later.

Gu Lan pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Inside the room, it was not pitch-black as he had imagined; instead, a dim yellow oil lamp was lit.

By the round table, a slender figure was quietly sitting there.

It was Jiang Wanqing.

She was still wearing that dusty, coarse burlap tunic, lacking the Immortal Qi of her usual snow-white Daoist robe, but possessing an extra sense of heartbreaking fragility.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Wanqing immediately stood up, her hands folded in front of her as she lowered her head slightly.

"Master, you have returned."

Her voice was very soft, exuding an extremely realistic compliance and humility.

Gu Lan slapped his forehead, feeling his head swell immensely.

"Senior Sister, why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night?"

Gu Lan closed the door with his backhand, casually cast a soundproofing Restriction, and then hurried over.

"Didn't I tell you, when there are no outsiders in the room, you don't need to act like this! Hearing you call me 'Master' and yourself 'this humble maid' every day gives me the creeps!"

Jiang Wanqing did not reply.

She raised her head slightly, her cool and aloof eyes falling upon Gu Lan under the dim yellow candlelight.

After just one glance, Jiang Wanqing's body suddenly stiffened.

Gu Lan at this moment could be described as wretched to the extreme.

His originally imposing black-gold Sword-Wielding Envoy robe was now wrinkled, and a large tear had even been ripped open at his chest, exposing a large patch of sturdy skin.

The most glaring part was that located slightly below his neck was an extremely clear, fresh bite mark that even carried a trace of blood!

That was definitely a woman's bite mark!

Not only that, but Gu Lan's lips were also split, and his body was lingering with an extremely distinct, sweet and delicate fragrance belonging to that Demon Cult Saintess, Saintess Ji Wushuang!

Boom!

In Jiang Wanqing's mind, one hundred thousand words of miserable imagery instantly pieced themselves together.

Junior Brother was just called away by that overbearing and unreasonable Demon Cult Saintess. In that tent, what kind of humiliation and torture had he endured?!

He was disheveled, covered in injuries, and his neck was even bitten until it bled!

That enchantress was simply a psychopathic beast! She must have used all sorts of despicable means to humiliate Junior Brother and force him to submit!

And in order to protect her, a useless person with no cultivation, and to avoid exposing his identity in the Demon Cult, Junior Brother could only swallow his broken teeth and silently endure that inhuman ravaging!

"Junior Brother…"

Jiang Wanqing's voice trembled violently, and her eye sockets turned red in an instant.

She hurried forward, grabbed Gu Lan's arm, and looking at the bite mark on his neck, her tears could no longer be controlled as they rolled down.

"That enchantress… she tortured you again, didn't she?!"

Jiang Wanqing gritted her teeth, her tone filled with undisguisable heartache and monstrous hatred toward Saintess Ji Wushuang.

Gu Lan was completely baffled by her sudden tears.

"Huh? Torture?"

He instinctively touched the bite mark on his neck, and only then did he react.

Holy shit!

When Saintess Ji Wushuang suffered Qi Deviation just now, she indeed hugged him and bit him a few times, and this bite mark was left from back then! Coupled with the fact that his clothes were also ripped apart by her, walking out with this appearance made it very easy for people to think wrongly!

"No, Senior Sister, you misunderstood, actually this is…"

Gu Lan just wanted to explain that this was merely an accident and nothing substantial had happened.

But with the words at the tip of his tongue, he suddenly stopped.

No! He couldn't explain!

If Senior Sister found out that just now in the Saintess's tent, Saintess Ji Wushuang not only stripped off his clothes but also almost forced herself upon him, Senior Sister would definitely draw her sword and fight her to the death on the spot!

This kind of Shura field must absolutely not be allowed to erupt at this time!

Thinking of this, Gu Lan took a deep breath, and his face instantly switched to a forbearing expression of 'although I am in great pain, I can endure it'.

He gave a wry smile, purposely avoided Jiang Wanqing's gaze, and turned his head aside.

"Senior Sister, under the eaves, one has to bow their head."

"Saintess Ji Wushuang is the Saintess. Whatever she wants to do, how could a halfway-converted Sword-Wielding Envoy like me have any room to resist."

"As long as we can preserve both of our lives, this bit of flesh wound… is nothing at all. Being bitten once is just a bite, it won't kill anyone."

These words were spoken so mournfully, tragically, and heroically!

It simply portrayed the image of a tragic male protagonist who endured humiliation for the sake of the big picture and was willing to be ravaged by a tyrannical rich woman to the bone!

"You…"

Hearing Gu Lan's words of 'self-abandonment' yet filled with a protective desire, Jiang Wanqing's heart was practically bleeding.

The more lightly he spoke of it, the more she felt that he had suffered a monstrous grievance!

"Don't move."

Jiang Wanqing forcefully held back her tears and took out an exquisite white jade porcelain bottle from her bosom. That was the top-grade ice-snow skin-regenerating ointment she always carried with her when she was back at the Qingyun Sect, which she couldn't even bear to use on herself.

She pulled Gu Lan to sit down by the table, used her white fingertips to dip a bit of the cooling ointment, and extremely gently and cautiously applied it to the bite mark on Gu Lan's neck.

The icy fingertips touched the scorching skin.

Gu Lan only felt a shudder run through his whole body, and a strange tingling sensation surged straight up his spine to the back of his head.

The distance between the two was extremely close.

Jiang Wanqing lowered her head slightly, concentrating on applying the medicine for him. The chilling, refreshing plum blossom fragrance on her body that seemed capable of refreshing the mind constantly drilled into Gu Lan's nose, diluting the external bloodlust and Devilish Qi.

"Junior Brother…"

After finishing applying the medicine, Jiang Wanqing did not withdraw her hand, but instead gently placed it on Gu Lan's shoulder.

She raised her head, and within those cool and aloof eyes, a determination capable of melting glaciers was currently burning.

"Bear with it a little longer."

"I swear, one day, I will definitely lead you out of this Hell!"