Chapter 260: Overpowered Overthinking!

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

Jiang Wanqing's cold yet firm voice appeared exceptionally resolute under the dim yellow light.

Her ice-jade-like fingertips still gently lingered on the bite mark on Gu Lan's neck.

Her slightly trembling fingers seemed to be touching not a scar, but the endless humiliation Gu Lan endured for her in the demonic cave.

Gu Lan was stiff all over, sitting by the round table, not even daring to take a big breath.

Too close.

It was way too close.

Jiang Wanqing bent over slightly, her flawless and beautiful face right before his eyes.

Having just cried, her eyes, which usually always radiated sharp Sword Intent, were watery at the moment, with crystal-clear teardrops hanging on her eyelashes, resembling an injured fawn.

Especially that faint cold plum blossom fragrance on her body, which kept drilling into Gu Lan's nasal cavity, frantically stimulating the restless Qi and blood in his body belonging to the Top-grade Pure Yang Body.

"Senior… Senior Sister."

Gu Lan swallowed a terribly difficult mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Don't get excited first, this really isn't a big deal."

"That Female Demon Lord just has a bad temper, and this bite mark looks scary, but it's actually just a bit of superficial trauma. I've already applied medicine, and it will disappear in a couple of days."

Gu Lan tried to brush this matter off with a relaxed tone.

He couldn't possibly say that this was bitten by Ye Hongzhuang while she force-fed him medicine mouth-to-mouth to make him take it, right?

If this were spoken out, Senior Sister would probably go and perish together with Ye Hongzhuang on the spot with a sword.

However, the more understated he was, the more it appeared in Jiang Wanqing's eyes that he was putting on a brave face, desperately masking the thousand holes in his battered heart!

"You don't have to lie to me anymore."

Jiang Wanqing's tears gushed out of her eyes again, pattering down onto Gu Lan's shoulders.

Not only did she not withdraw her hand, but she instead smoothly cupped Gu Lan's cheeks, her cold eyes filled with heartbreaking pity and pain.

"I understand everything, Junior Brother."

"The people of the Demonic Sect all Cultivate some evil techniques of harvesting Yin to supplement Yang and drinking blood raw."

"That Female Demon Lord not only treats you as a Cauldron for venting lust, but actually even chews and bites you wantonly like blood food!"

"She didn't treat you like a human at all!"

"She is simply using this beast-like behavior to humiliate the dignity of a Righteous Path Disciple!"

The more Jiang Wanqing spoke, the more excited she became, her fingers sinking deeply into Gu Lan's hair, her tone carrying bone-deep hatred.

"In order to protect me, you have to face that kind of perverted torture every day, and still pretend to be willing and happy about it."

"How could I possibly not know the bitterness in your heart?"

Gu Lan was directly listening in a daze.

F*ck!

Blood food?!

Beast-like chewing and biting?!

Perverted torture?!

Senior Sister!

Just how big is your imagination?!

Not going to the Mortal world to write vernacular stories is simply a waste of your talent!

I admit that Female Demon Lord is indeed a bit perverted and extremely possessive, but it hasn't reached the point of drinking blood raw!

What I was doing in the Saintess's tent just now was truly "fighting", although it was a one-sided beating, it was still flirting after all!

But this blunt truth was something Gu Lan would never dare to say even if it killed him.

Looking at Jiang Wanqing's tragic and heroic expression of "I have already seen through all the vulnerability beneath your disguise," Gu Lan only felt that his back teeth were almost crushed from biting down.

This damned invincible overthinking filter!

It's now completely welded to his face, impossible to scratch off even if you dig!

"Senior Sister…"

Gu Lan took a deep breath, knowing that explanation was useless, so he simply went along with her words and put on an expression of endurance and vicissitudes.

"Since you've already seen it, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Gu Lan lowered his head slightly, making a guilty look of not bearing to look directly at Jiang Wanqing.

"Being in the demonic cave, one's body is beyond one's control."

"In order to climb to a higher position in the Heavenly Demon Palace, and to obtain those crucial intelligence, what does suffering a little humiliation count for?"

"As long as you, Senior Sister, are safe and sound, and as long as the spark of our Qingyun Sect is still here, even if I, Gu Lan, have my tendons pulled and skin peeled by that Female Demon Lord, I will die without regret!"

These words were spoken so righteously and tragically stirring!

After hearing this, Jiang Wanqing trembled all over.

She slammed into Gu Lan's arms, tightly hugging his waist, burying her face in his chest, weeping so bitterly that she choked on her tears.

"Junior Brother! You are too foolish! You are too foolish!"

"I don't want you to be any great hero, I just want you to be well! Did you hear me!"

Being hugged so tightly by Jiang Wanqing, feeling the astonishing softness on her chest and the violent undulations coming from her crying, Gu Lan's brain went "buzz," almost crashing on the spot.

Too close!

It was truly too close!

Jiang Wanqing was only wearing a thin coarse hemp garment, and at this moment the two were pressed tightly together; Gu Lan's body could even clearly feel the astonishing heat of her skin.

The Devilish Qi belonging to the ten-pattern purple extreme golden core in his body, along with the Pure Yang evil fire that had been suppressed for a long time, at this moment were like hungry wolves that smelled blood, frantically rampaging through his Meridians!

"Senior… Senior Sister, calm down first, let go of me first…"

Gu Lan's whole body muscles were tensed like a piece of rock, and a dense layer of cold sweat instantly popped out on his forehead.

His hands hovered in mid-air, wanting to push Jiang Wanqing away, yet afraid of hurting her vulnerable self-esteem at this moment.

He could only bite his teeth and dissuade her in an extremely hoarse voice.

"I won't let go!"

Jiang Wanqing not only did not let go, but hugged him even tighter, even raising her head, her watery eyes staring straight at Gu Lan.

"Junior Brother, honestly tell me, did that Female Demon Lord inject some evil Devilish Qi into your body again?"

"Your whole body is frighteningly hot right now, is that Demonic Technique backfiring on you?"

As Jiang Wanqing spoke, she actually extended that pair of slightly cool jade hands, directly reaching into the lapel of Gu Lan's clothes which already had a large tear, pressing against his burning hot, sturdy chest!

"Hiss—!"

Gu Lan sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyeballs almost popping out.

"Senior Sister! Don't touch randomly! I'm truly fine!"

"Don't lie to me!"

Jiang Wanqing's gaze became extremely firm, even revealing a resolution like a moth flying into a flame.

"Before in the Qingyun Sect, whenever you got hurt you always carried it alone."

"Now that we're here, I absolutely will not allow you to bear the pain alone anymore!"

"Although my Golden Core is sealed, this Ice Marrow Sword Physique of mine is still here."

"I can use my cold Qi to help you suppress the devil fire in your body!"

Having finished speaking, Jiang Wanqing actually closed her eyes, stood on tiptoes, and actively pressed her own cool, soft red lips toward Gu Lan!

She was going to use the most direct and unreserved way to transfer the remaining frost Spiritual Qi in her body to Gu Lan!

F*ck!

Playing for real?!

Gu Lan was truly frightened awake this time.

If she really kissed him up, would that still be acceptable?!

Right now, in his body, there was not only Devilish Qi, but also the exuberant evil fire tossed out by Saintess Ji Wushuang previously.

If Jiang Wanqing took this kiss, that wouldn't be putting out a fire, that would be directly throwing explosives into a powder keg!

At that time, if things accidentally went off and he executed this pure and flawless Righteous Path Senior Sister on the spot, he, Gu Lan, would truly become a heinous beast!

"Offense taken, Senior Sister!"

At a hair-raising moment.

Gu Lan fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his body by means of the severe pain, and his hands reached out like lightning, grabbing Jiang Wanqing's shoulders and forcefully pushing her half a foot away.

"Junior Brother?"

Jiang Wanqing was pushed away, opened her eyes, her gaze full of astonishment and hurt.

"Senior Sister, listen to me."

Gu Lan breathed heavily in large gulps, his eyes crimson, sweat on his forehead crazily sliding down his cheeks, looking as if he was enduring some inhuman torture to the extreme.

"The Devilish Qi in my body is too domineering, your current body simply cannot withstand it."

"If you forcibly transfer Qi to me, not only will you not be able to help me, but you will instead be backfired by this Devilish Qi, and by then you won't even be able to protect this Mortal body!"

Gu Lan intentionally lowered his voice very low, putting on an appearance of extreme pain.

"I must enter seclusion immediately right now, and forcibly suppress it using the secret method taught by Master back then."

"Hurry back to the side room, lock the door tightly, and no matter what commotion you hear, absolutely do not come out!"

Looking at Gu Lan's painful and enduring appearance, even forcibly pushing her away out of fear of hurting her.

Jiang Wanqing's heart was simply dripping blood.

Junior Brother is in such pain, yet he is still thinking about my safety!

"Okay… I will listen to you."

Jiang Wanqing bit her lips tightly, holding back her tears so they wouldn't fall down.

"Junior Brother, you must hold on."

"If… if you really can't make it through, at worst we will die together in this demonic cave, and I will never survive alone!"

After dropping this scalp-numbingly terrifying confession of life and death.

Jiang Wanqing turned around and ran into the side room, closing the door heavily.

"Hoo—"

Watching the door of the side room completely close shut, Gu Lan collapsed limply onto the grand Master's chair like a puddle of mud.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, feeling even more exhausted than if he had just fought a Nascent Soul Stage old monster.

"This damned invincible overthinking filter almost cost me my old life…"

"If this goes on any longer, before I am killed by that Female Demon Lord Ye Hongzhuang, I am going to be driven crazy by Senior Sister's overthinking first."

Gu Lan smiled bitterly repeatedly, not daring to delay even a bit more.

He immediately sat cross-legged on the chair, formed hand seals with both hands, and began to run the Heavenly Demon Creation Art with all his might, forcibly suppressing the restless Qi and blood in his body back into the Purple Extreme Golden Core.

Time quietly slipped away in this heart-palpitating seclusion.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In these three days, Gu Lan did not step a single step out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

He thoroughly refined the residual demonic power absorbed from the bottom of the Wanmo Cave, polishing that "ten-pattern purple extreme golden core" until it was rounded and flawless.

Right now, his aura was restrained to the extreme; as long as he didn't actively release it, even a Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator could only see that he was a Half-step Golden Core with mediocre aura.

"Woo—!!!"

On the morning of the third day.

A desolate and killing huge horn sound suddenly tore through the sky-filling wind and snow of the Far North, echoing rumblingly over the entire Heavenly Demon Palace.

Following closely, war drums beat together, and demonic Qi soared into the sky!

Inside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Gu Lan, who was meditating, abruptly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a hint of dim purple-gold demonic light flashed by and vanished, resembling a peerless Vicious Beast about to break out of its cage.

"The Sunset Plain Grand Competition is finally going to begin."

Gu Lan stood up, waved his hand casually, and draped the black-gold robe from the table onto his body.

He walked over to the sword rack, grabbed the soul-devouring demon sword fitted with its "original-flavored scabbard", and steadily hung it around his waist.

Pushing open the doors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

In the wind and snow outside the door stood a thin yet straight figure.

Jiang Wanqing was wearing that grayish coarse cloth cloak, with her hood pulled down very low, completely obscuring her face.

Her hands were folded in front of her chest.

Seeing Gu Lan come out, she immediately and very skillfully bent her knees slightly, performing a humble maid's bow.

"Master."

Jiang Wanqing's voice was deliberately suppressed to be very hoarse.

"This maid is already prepared and can follow Master into battle at any time."

Looking at her stubborn appearance of enduring hardships without complaint and refusing to leave even by death, Gu Lan sighed helplessly.

He knew that if Jiang Wanqing were left alone in the Heavenly Demon Palace, Grand Elder and his gang would definitely take the opportunity to swallow her alive.

Keeping her by his side, although the risk was great, at least she was within his protection range.

"Follow along. Later when we get on the flying boat, hide in the corner, and you are not allowed to raise your head or make a sound."

Gu Lan coldly dropped a sentence and strode towards the direction of the Heavenly Demon Square.

Jiang Wanqing followed closely behind him by half a step like a ghost.

On the Heavenly Demon Square, it was already a sea of people.

Tens of thousands of fully armed black-armored demonic Cultivators arranged themselves into neat phalanxes, with Evil Qi soaring to the skies.

And directly above the square.

A thousand-zhang-long, sky-shielding black warship—"demon god ship"—was quietly suspended in mid-air.

The huge skull sails fluttered noisily in the fierce wind, and dense defensive array patterns flashed around the warship, resembling a moving fortress of war.

Gu Lan, bringing Jiang Wanqing, stepped on the Void Realm and walked step by step onto the topmost deck of the demon god ship.

There, Saintess Ji Wushuang, in a suit of fiery red battle armor and holding a soul-locking whip, was coldly looking at him.

When she saw Jiang Wanqing behind Gu Lan, a flash of extreme disgust and disdainful cold light instantly crossed her eyes.

But she hadn't had time to flare up yet.

"Buzz—"

An aura of terror that made everyone's souls tremble suddenly permeated from the main cabin in the deepest part of the demon god ship.

The tens of thousands of demonic Cultivators on the deck instantly became pin-drop silent, dropping simultaneously on one knee.

"Respectfully welcoming the Holy Majesty of the Cult Master!"

Accompanied by deafening shouts.

Ye Hongzhuang, in a black-gold phoenix robe and wearing an imperial crown, lazily and majestically walked out slowly from the cabin door.

She did not look at anyone, walking straight to the purple-gold throne placed at the highest point of the bow, turning around and sitting down.

That pair of phoenix eyes, deep as an abyss, swept over the audience condescendingly, and finally fell precisely upon Gu Lan.

Ye Hongzhuang's lips curved into a cruel and anticipatory sneer.

"Gu Lan."

The Female Demon Lord parted her red lips slightly, and although her voice wasn't loud, it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Get over here and sit at this seat's feet."