Chapter 85: The Saintess’s Close Personal Surveillance, Who Can Handle This?

Late at night, a lone man and a single woman.

Inside the number one heaven-grade room of Yuelai Inn, the atmosphere was bizarre to the extreme.

Gu Lan was wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on the floor like a salted fish.

His eyes were widened like copper bells, staring straight at the ceiling beams, not even daring to breathe loudly.

On the carved large bed less than five feet away from him, Saintess Ji Wushuang was lying on her side.

She seemed to find it hot, as the thin brocade quilt only covered her stomach.

A pair of slender and straight beautiful legs were ostentatiously exposed outside, gleaming with an ivory-like luster under the moonlight.

Along with her even breathing.

That waist that could be grasped with a single handful and her undulating curves were like a vivid and alluring picture of a beauty, constantly challenging Gu Lan's nerves.

"Turning over…"

A rustling sound rang out.

Saintess Ji Wushuang changed her posture, turning to lie flat on her back.

With this movement, the neckline of her already loose purple immortal-flowing dress slipped slightly, revealing a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin.

"Gulp."

Gu Lan swallowed hard.

He felt the Blazing Sun Art inside his body running wildly out of control, and a wave of heat surged straight to his head.

"Damn it! This Female Demon Lord is definitely doing this on purpose!"

He wailed in his heart.

Clearly a demonic cultivator who killed without blinking, why was she so restless when sleeping?

Moreover, that "heart-linking gu" connecting the senses of the two of them was like a precise conductor at this moment.

It transmitted the soft, lazy feeling of Saintess Ji Wushuang, even carrying a faint body fragrance, completely without omission to Gu Lan's body.

This feeling of being able to see it but not touch it.

Was simply more torturous than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty!

"Saint, your heartbeat has sped up again."

Just as Gu Lan was fighting an internal battle between heaven and man, a lazy whisper came from the bed.

Saintess Ji Wushuang did not open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved into a teasing arc.

"What? Is the floor too hard to sleep?"

"Or… are you thinking about things you shouldn't be thinking about?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Gu Lan hurriedly denied it, even turning over, with his back to the bed, putting on an appearance of "I am very upright".

"Your subordinate is pondering tomorrow's action plan! For the grand cause of the Sect Master, your subordinate works from dawn till dusk without daring to slack off even a bit!"

"Heh, hypocritical."

Saintess Ji Wushuang chuckled softly, her finger gently tapping in the air.

"Hum—"

The heart-linking gu trembled slightly.

Gu Lan only felt a coolness in his lower abdomen.

That restless fiery Qi was instantly suppressed by a wave of coldness.

"Sleep early, tomorrow is going to be a tough battle."

"If you go to snatch the bride with two dark circles under your eyes, you'll probably be laughed at by that group of Righteous Path hypocrites."

Finished speaking, she turned over, ignoring Gu Lan, and soon even breathing sounds came over.

Gu Lan: "…"

This life cannot go on!

…

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room.

Gu Lan climbed up from the floor with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

Although he did fall asleep later last night, in his dream, he was hunted down by this Female Demon Lord for a whole night, and waking up he felt even more tired than having a fight.

"Awake?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang had long been sitting by the table sipping tea.

She had already restored that noble and cold appearance, wearing a veil on her face, and her purple dress was spotless.

As if the lazy and alluring vixen from last night was just Gu Lan's hallucination.

"Morning, Saintess."

Gu Lan yawned.

"Pack up, let's set off."

Saintess Ji Wushuang put down her teacup, a flash of sharp light passing through her eyes.

"The Hundred Flowers Banquet is about to begin."

"Remember your task, make the scene as chaotic as possible, and attract everyone's attention."

"As for the myriad flowers spiritual dew… I will take it away amidst the chaos."

"Understood."

Gu Lan nodded, tidied up his clothes, and restored his romantic Young Master image.

"Then your subordinate will go now?"

"Go ahead."

Saintess Ji Wushuang waved her hand, as if she were shooing away a fly.

…

Tianxiang Valley, Hundred Flowers Square.

Today's Tianxiang Valley could be said to be truly blooming with myriad flowers, with their fragrance drifting for ten miles.

The huge square was paved with white jade.

All around were filled with various rare spiritual flowers, competing in beauty.

In the center of the square, a flower platform reaching ten zhang high was built.

Pink light gauze hung down from it, hazy and misty, just like a wonderland.

Countless young talents had long gathered here, rubbing shoulders and discussing animatedly.

"Look quickly! That's Mad Saber Nie Feng! That Saber Qi on him makes people feel like their faces are being cut from afar!"

"And Divine Spear Zhao Lei! I heard that a single long spear of his overturned eighteen mountain strongholds; he's a ruthless person!"

"Jian Wuchen of the Wanjian Sect is also here! Heavens, so handsome! This is a major favorite for winning the championship!"

Gu Lan shook his folding fan, mingling in the crowd, listening to the surrounding discussions, and the corners of his mouth curved into a disdainful smile.

"A bunch of weaklings."

His gaze swept across those so-called geniuses, most of whom were in Late Foundation Establishment.

Although there were a few in Foundation Establishment Perfection or even Half-step Golden Core, in front of a freak like him who possessed strange fire and an Earth Rank Cultivation Technique, they really weren't worth looking at.

"Dong—"

A melodious bell chime rang out.

The originally noisy square instantly quieted down.

I saw countless petals flying above the flower platform.

A group of Tianxiang Valley female Disciples dressed in colorful clothes flew down like fairies scattering flowers, dancing gracefully around the flower platform.

And right in the center of the flower rain, an extremely beautiful slender figure slowly descended.

It was none other than Hua Nongying.

Today, she attended in full regalia.

Wearing a large red floor-sweeping long dress of myriad flowers.

Intricate array patterns were embroidered on it with gold thread, both luxurious and sacred.

She wore a flower crown on her head, and her face was not covered.

That peerless face was displayed without reservation before everyone.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, red lips as tender as dripping blood.

Especially that pair of eyes that seemed able to speak, with a gentle sweep, made countless male cultivators under the stage breathe rapidly and turn flush-faced.

"Is this the Hundred Flowers Holy Maiden? Too beautiful…"

"If I could marry her, I'd be willing to die immediately!"

"This is the true Fairy!"

Standing in the crowd, Gu Lan looked at the dazzling woman on the stage, and could not help raising his eyebrows.

"Tsk, this woman is truly a born vixen."

"However…"

His gaze narrowed slightly.

Relying on the Eye of Insight, he keenly discovered that although Hua Nongying's smile was bright, deep in her eyes was hidden a trace of imperceptible worry and…

"Anticipation?"

What was she anticipating?

Just at this moment, Hua Nongying seemed to sense something.

Her gaze suddenly pierced through the heavy crowds and accurately landed on Gu Lan.

Their eyes met.

The worry in her eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by a trace of pleasant surprise.

Her red lips parted slightly, making no sound, but Gu Lan read her lip language:

"You've finally come."

Gu Lan: "…"

Feeling the countless murderous gazes instantly turning around him, Gu Lan sighed helplessly.

"Does this woman think I don't draw enough hatred?"

"Forget it."

He closed his folding fan, a trace of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Since I've come, then let's play a big one."

"Snatching the bride…"

"I'm best at it!"