Chapter 261: Senior Sister’s overactive imagination is simply breaking through the sky!

"Get over here and sit at my feet."

Ye Hongzhuang's lazy yet absolutely unquestionable voice echoed over the dead silent deck of the demon god ship.

Tens of thousands of black-armored demonic cultivators didn't even dare to breathe loudly, all of their gazes brushing over to gather on Gu Lan.

In the Demonic Cult, the Cult Leader's throne was a supreme Holy Land. Let alone sitting at their feet, even coming within thirty feet of the throne without special permission would result in being strangled to death on the spot.

Yet now, the Female Demon Lord was actually letting this Sword-Wielding Envoy, who had only been in office for a few days, sit at her feet in front of the entire cult!

Was this supreme favor, or the ultimate humiliation?

Gu Lan stood in place, the corners of his mouth twitching subtly.

"What is this Old Hag going crazy over now? Playing this kind of game in broad daylight, is she worried that my hatred level isn't high enough?"

But despite cursing in his heart, Gu Lan's expression instantly switched to that fanatical and evil posture exclusive to "grand villains."

"This subordinate obeys!"

Gu Lan pressed one hand on the soul-devouring demon sword at his waist and walked up the steps with large strides.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked straight to the wide purple-gold throne and, extremely naturally, sat down cross-legged on the fire fox fur footstool at Ye Hongzhuang's feet.

As soon as he sat down.

A faint fragrance, a mix of coldness and deadly temptation, wafted over his face.

Ye Hongzhuang wasn't wearing shoes today. Her bare feet, fair as jade and painted with dark red nail polish, stretched out without any restraint.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the tens of thousands of people present.

Ye Hongzhuang actually lazily rested her right leg on Gu Lan's shoulder!

"Hiss—"

Gu Lan sucked in a breath of cold air.

It was cold and soft, yet carried a Soul Transformation Stage pressure that felt as if it could crush a person!

This posture was so damn humiliating! But it was also so damn exciting!

Gu Lan felt like he was currently a large pet kept by the Female Demon Lord, or a human footstool used to rest her feet.

"What? Do you feel wronged?"

Resting her chin on one hand, Ye Hongzhuang's red lips curled up slightly. Her deep phoenix eyes looked down at Gu Lan from above, her gaze filled with mischievous playfulness.

"This subordinate dares not!"

Gu Lan immediately straightened his back, letting that jade foot rest on his shoulder as he loudly declared his loyalty: "To be able to serve Your Eminence is a blessing this subordinate has cultivated over eight lifetimes! Others couldn't get this even if they begged!"

This flattery was so loud that even the Demonic Cult Hall Masters standing nearby couldn't help but curse in their hearts: How fucking shameless!

Meanwhile, in a corner not far from the throne.

Jiang Wanqing, draped in a coarse grey cloth cloak, completely froze at this moment.

Under the shadow of her hood, her eyes stared intently at the extremely eyesore scene on the throne. Her slender fingers clenched together tightly, her nails even piercing her palms and seeping traces of fresh blood!

Humiliation!

Extreme humiliation!

Jiang Wanqing's eyes instantly turned red, hot tears swirling wildly in them.

That was her Junior Brother!

He was the proudest Core Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, a man of iron character who would dare to draw his sword even when facing a Golden Core old monster!

Now, he was actually being stepped on like a dog by that Female Demon Lord in front of tens of thousands of demon Cultivators!

"Junior Brother…"

Jiang Wanqing let out a blood-weeping cry in her heart.

"He agreed so readily just now, and spoke so loudly; he was completely forcing a smile! He is using this extreme self-degradation to show loyalty to the Female Demon Lord, just to secure survival space for me and him!"

"He would rather crush all his dignity into the dirt than let me suffer even a bit of harm…"

"I, Jiang Wanqing, what virtues or abilities do I have to make you go to such lengths for me?!"

In Jiang Wanqing's overthinking filter, Gu Lan was currently a peerless, tragic hero whose wings had been broken by the Devil King, yet who was still desperately protecting his beloved. What he carried on his shoulder was not the Female Demon Lord's foot, but the hope and humiliation of the entire Righteous Path!

This intense mental shock caused the sealed Golden Core inside Jiang Wanqing's body to tremble violently, and an unyielding, icy cold Sword Intent showed faint signs of breaking through the Seal.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Just as Jiang Wanqing was about to lose control.

Gu Lan seemed to have sensed the faint yet sharp chill behind him. Taking the opportunity to adjust his sitting posture, he turned his head slightly and glared fiercely at Jiang Wanqing with an extremely stern, even murderous gaze.

That gaze seemed to say, "Behave yourself! Do you want to get us both killed?!"

Meeting Gu Lan's gaze, Jiang Wanqing's heart twitched violently, and all her impulses were instantly forced down.

She understood!

Her Junior Brother was warning her with his eyes, telling her absolutely not to act impulsively and ruin the bigger picture!

Jiang Wanqing immediately lowered her head deeply, hiding herself completely inside the grey cloak. However, her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably from extreme suppression and heartache.

Meanwhile, Saintess Ji Wushuang, who was sitting on the other side, was so angry she was about to explode on the spot.

"This shameless old woman!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang tightly gripped the soul-locking whip in her hand, wishing she could rush up and whip Ye Hongzhuang's leg until it broke.

"In broad daylight, she actually used her foot to touch a man's shoulder! Simply shameless! Simply disgraceful!"

"And that big idiot Gu Lan! Doesn't he know how to resist? If she tells him to sit, he sits? If she tells him to carry it, he carries it?!"

But despite her anger, Saintess Ji Wushuang also knew she had absolutely no right to go up and stop them.

She could only use her peach blossom eyes like flying daggers to frantically slash at Gu Lan's back, trying to kill this bastard who was flirting everywhere with her gaze.

Ye Hongzhuang took in the reactions of the three below her, the corners of her mouth curling into a pleased arc.

She casually picked up a cup of crimson "Blood Spirit Wine" from the jade tray beside her and took a gentle sip.

"Open your mouth."

Ye Hongzhuang brought the cup, of which she had only drunk half, directly to Gu Lan's lips.

Gu Lan's scalp went numb.

Holy shit, why is this Old Hag being so proactive today? She is absolutely determined to completely ruin my reputation in the Righteous Path, and smash Saintess Ji Wushuang and Jiang Wanqing's jealousy jars to pieces in the process!

But under the gaze of those oppressive phoenix eyes, Gu Lan had no choice.

He could only open his mouth.

Ye Hongzhuang tilted the wine cup slightly, and the crimson liquor carrying the fragrance of her lipstick flowed along the corner of Gu Lan's mouth into his throat.

"Good wine."

Gu Lan swallowed the wine and didn't forget to stick out his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, putting on a greedy appearance of endless relish.

"Thank you for the reward, Your Eminence!"

"Boom—!!!"

The moment Gu Lan drank the wine, the demon god ship let out a deafening roar!

Thick demonic flames spewed from the bottom of the massive black warship, and its Formations were fully activated. This thousand-foot-long aerial fortress, like an ancient beast tearing through the sky, crushed the ice and snow of the Far North, and sped toward the Sunset Plain with an earth-shattering, terrifying demonic Aura!

The flying vessel's speed reached the absolute limit.

The surrounding clouds turned into blurry white lines outside the barrier.

Sitting at Ye Hongzhuang's feet, Gu Lan felt the suffocating war pressure on this warship. He knew that the real reign of terror was about to begin.

…

Sunset Plain.

This former ancient battlefield of immortals and demons once again became the focus of the entire world today.

On the vast, boundless crimson wasteland, it was already filled with noble righteous Qi.

Led by the four top Sects—Qingyun Sect, Tianjian Sect, Wanfo Temple, and Xuanyin Pavilion—hundreds of large and small Righteous Path Schools and hundreds of thousands of Righteous Path Cultivators had set up camp here, forming an ironclad array.

In the sky, various beautifully crafted spiritual vessels and Flying Swords, radiating thousands of auspicious colors, hovered.

The sunlight spilled over the Cultivators dressed in various Daoist robes; Sword Qi soared into the sky, and Sanskrit chanting lingered, presenting a truly immortal scene.

"If those demonic cult evildoers dare to come, we will make sure they never return!"

"This Sword Trial Conference will not only determine the number one Prodigy of our Righteous Path, but also enhance our Righteous Path's Divine Might, intimidating those street rats hiding in the Far North!"

The young Disciples were all rubbing their fists, their blood boiling.

However.

Just as the Righteous Path camp's Aura reached its peak.

"Woo—!!!"

A desolate, deep horn sound, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, suddenly echoed from the end of the northwestern sky!

The horn sound was extremely penetrating, actually instantly drowning out the sky-filling Sanskrit chanting and sword hums.

Immediately after.

Everyone looked up in horror.

Only to see that the originally clear sky in the northwest was being swallowed by a patch of ink-like black clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The black clouds rolled and roared, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

Within those black clouds, a black giant ship so massive it drove people to despair, like a demonic Dragon crushing the heavens, slowly sailed into the sky above the Sunset Plain.

The sunlight was instantly blocked, and the entire Sunset Plain plunged into an oppressive gloom.

"The demonic cult… the Heavenly Demon Palace is here!"

No one knew who let out that exclamation.

In the next second, the tens of thousands of fully armed demon Cultivators with towering Evil Qi on the demon god ship let out an earth-shaking roar in unison!

"The Heavenly Demon descends! All laws return to the source!"

This terrifying wave of sound, mixed with the supreme pressure of a Soul Transformation Stage Demon Lord, crashed down onto the earth below like a tangible force.

Under this pressure, some Righteous Path Disciples with lower cultivation bases even had their legs go soft on the spot, their faces turning pale.

"Playing tricks!"

At the very front of the Righteous Path camp, the Qingyun Sect's Law Enforcement Grand Elder, Elder Lei Yan, with his hair and beard flaring, suddenly soared into the air as lightning surged around his body.

"Ye Hongzhuang! Today is the decennial Sword Trial Conference of our righteous and demonic factions! By showing up with such a massive army, do you intend to tear up our covenant and launch an all-out war here?!"

Grand Elder Lei Yan's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, echoing over the wasteland.

On the bow of the demon god ship.

Ye Hongzhuang did not rise; she still leaned lazily against the throne, not even sparing Elder Lei Yan a glance.

She merely stretched out her jade-like fingertips and gently tapped Gu Lan's shoulder.

"Gu Lan."

Ye Hongzhuang's red lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.

"Go."

"Give your old acquaintances a proper greeting."