“Chapter 93: The Saintess pulls up her pants and refuses to acknowledge her actions? What a scumbag woman!”

The morning sunlight filtered through the lattice window,

playfully dancing across the messy bed.

Gu Lan was awakened by a sudden sensation of suffocation.

He opened his eyes with difficulty,

and found a slender and powerful thigh lying horizontally across his neck; it was Saintess Ji Wushuang's leg.

This woman had a terrible sleeping posture,

with her entire body wrapped around him like an octopus.

That exquisitely beautiful little face was buried in his chest, her breathing long and steady as she slept soundly.

After a night of "treatment,"

the cold Qi within her body had completely dissipated.

Replaced instead by a warm, jade-like gentleness,

her originally pale skin was now glowing with a healthy pinkish hue.

Beneath that thin layer of sweat, she looked crystal clear, resembling the finest mutton-fat jade.

"Hiss… My waist hurts."

Gu Lan wanted to move a bit, but he found his whole body aching and sore.

Last night, in order to help this Female Demon Lord suppress her cold poison,

he had pushed the Blazing Sun Art to its absolute limit.

The Pure Yang True Essence within his body was almost completely drained.

How could this be acting as a Protector?

This was simply a sacrifice!

"However…"

Gu Lan lowered his head to look at the beauty in his arms,

his gaze lingering on her disheveled collar and the vague glimpses of snow-white skin, a helpless smile curving the corners of his mouth.

"The feel is indeed not bad; I didn't lose out."

Just as he was preparing to quietly move away the leg resting on his neck,

the person in his arms suddenly moved.

Saintess Ji Wushuang's eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were initially somewhat hazy, carrying the languor and watery mist of someone who had just woken up.

But when she saw the situation before her, especially upon discovering that she was hanging onto Gu Lan like some sort of pendant, her gaze instantly cleared up, and then turned… icy cold.

"Bang!"

Without any warning,

Gu Lan only felt a pain in his chest,

and his entire body was kicked flying by a massive force, tumbling directly off the bed.

"Ouch! My old waist!"

Gu Lan climbed up, clutching his waist,

and looked with a grief-stricken and indignant expression at the woman on the bed who had already quickly pulled the blanket over to cover her modesty.

"Lord Saintess! You're discarding me now that I've outlived my usefulness!"

"Last night, who was holding onto me and refusing to let go? Who was crying out, 'It's cold, I want more'? Now that it's daylight, you're refusing to admit it?"

"Shut up!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang gave a cold shout, though frost still lingered on her face,

however, her completely red earlobes betrayed the inner panic she felt at this moment.

She recalled everything from last night,

that feeling of being warmed and saved amidst coldness and despair…

And those shameful postures and groans…

"Last night… was merely healing."

She took a deep breath, forcibly restoring her aloof Saintess posture, though her voice carried a bit of lacking confidence.

"It was this Saintess showing great mercy by giving you the opportunity to share my bed."

"You should feel honored."

Gu Lan: "…"

Honored?

I thank your entire family!

"Yes, yes, yes, this subordinate is extremely honored."

Gu Lan rolled his eyes, stood up from the ground, and patted the dust off his body.

"Then since the healing is over, can this subordinate leave? After all this tossing and turning all night, I'm practically exhausted."

"Leave?"

Saintess Ji Wushuang raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping across his sturdy upper body.

A trace of imperceptible reluctance flashed through her eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

"Who told you to leave?"

With a wave of her delicate hand, a black robe flew over and landed squarely on Gu Lan's head.

"Put on your clothes and get out to guard the outer room."

"The embryonic form of the Golden Core within this Saintess has already taken shape, and this is the critical moment for a Breakthrough; not the slightest disturbance is permitted."

Speaking up to here, she paused, her tone turning bone-chillingly cold.

"If any mistakes happen again this time, I will refine you into a human pill!"

Gu Lan pulled off the robe on his head, looked at the Female Demon Lord who was already sitting cross-legged with a solemn, dignified expression, and sighed helplessly.

This woman changed her face faster than flipping through a book,

a typical scumbag woman behavior of pulling up her pants and refusing to acknowledge the debt!

"As you command, my Lord Saintess."

Gu Lan dragged his exhausted body out of the inner room and casually closed the door behind him.

Sitting on a chair in the outer room, Gu Lan poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hoo—"

The ice-cold tea entered his throat,

calming his restless heart a little bit.

He touched the demonic cult token in his arms,

and then touched the Core Disciple token belonging to the Qingyun Sect at his waist.

"Being an undercover agent like this is getting more and more thrilling."

"Not only do I have to deal with the Senior Sister of the Righteous Path, but I also have to serve the Saintess of the demonic cult…"

"My kidneys are probably going to be ruined sooner or later; the Succubus Physique has ruined me!"

Just at this moment, a violent fluctuation of Spiritual Qi suddenly came from the inner room.

"Hum—!!!"

An incomparably tyrannical aura erupted from Saintess Ji Wushuang's body, directly blasting through the roof and triggering natural phenomena in the heavens and earth.

The originally clear sky instantly filled with dark clouds.

The Spiritual Qi within a radius of a hundred miles frantically converged toward this courtyard, forming a gigantic Spiritual Qi funnel.

"Is Core Formation starting just like that?"

Gu Lan's expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed out of the house, standing in the courtyard to act as her Protector.

Such a commotion would definitely attract the attention of surrounding Cultivators.

Although this was a secret stronghold of the demonic cult guarded by a Formation, they still had to be on guard.

"Rumble!"

Rolling thunder rumbled.

That was the precursor to the Golden Core Lightning Tribulation!

Looking at the oppressive black clouds above his head, Gu Lan couldn't help feeling a bit nervous in his heart.

Although Saintess Ji Wushuang was a bit wicked and crazy, after all, last night they were comrades who had experienced skin-to-skin intimacy.

If she were really struck to death by lightning…

"Bah, bah, bah! Bad characters live for a thousand years; this Female Demon Lord definitely won't die!"

Gu Lan spat, drew the qingming sword, and vigilantly watched his surroundings.

Meanwhile,

inside the house,

Saintess Ji Wushuang was suspended cross-legged in mid-air, Devilish Qi surging around her entire body, her black hair dancing wildly.

At her Dantian, a black-and-white Golden Core was slowly taking shape.

The black part was the Jiuyou Devilish Qi she originally practiced, while that wisp of white… was precisely the Pure Yang True Essence borrowed from Gu Lan last night.

Yin and Yang intersected, and the Dragon and Tiger intertwined.

The quality of this Golden Core had actually reached the legendary Ninth Grade!

"Gu Lan…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the wall to see the tall and upright figure standing sword-in-hand in the courtyard.

The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, revealing an extremely bewitching smile.

"Since you've conquered me in bed…"

"Then from now on, you are my man."

"No one else can even think of snatching you away!"

Boom!

The first Lightning Tribulation fiercely struck down!