Gu Yang's current personality is indeed that of a cult leader. To call him a cult leader is just because he acts more freely and casually than those self-proclaimed upright people in the martial arts world.
At least the people in the Demon Cult have always been brave and responsible for their actions, and they never cheat men or women.
Because the leader Gu Yang is a casual person, the people in the Demon Cult, including the servants under Gu Yang, are more lively. They respect Gu Yang more and are less afraid of him.
After the servant who was responsible for taking care of Gu Yang's daily life spread the news that the leader had begun to favor the upright spies again, it soon attracted the left and right protectors of the Demon Cult.
At that time, Gu Yang and Fan Yuan were still hiding in the bright red bed curtains.
This bed curtain was not as good as the big honest bed in their small apartment and villa. It didn't work very hard and was not in good shape. It squeaked constantly, and even Gu Yang was a little annoyed by the noise. This was after they were very careful.
Because Gu Yang had a knife wound on his waist, which was not too long. It was there before they came to this dream world. It can be regarded as some self-improvement of the settings of this dream world.
The Demonic Cult is a large sect and is not short of money. The golden wound medicine used by Gu Yang is of the best quality and has a very good hemostatic effect. If the movement is not too serious, the wound will not be a problem.
Anyway, Fan Yuan has not been keen on letting Gu Yang exercise his abdominal muscles recently, but he has started to be keen on exercising his own abdominal muscles.
Gu Yang didn't know whether he should laugh secretly at this blessing in disguise, or sigh that this couldn't stop Fan Yuan.
When the left and right protectors of the Demon Cult came knocking on the door, Gu Yang did not notice it at first.
Given his character, he must have some pretty good martial arts skills, but he has never tried it himself, so he doesn't quite know how to use it.
Considering Fan Yuan's status, his martial arts skills must be high, so he should have heard it, but he ignored it.
It was not until a man's voice began to shout outside that Gu Yang pushed Fan Yuan's shoulder and sat up.
"who?"
Fan Yuan frowned slightly, pulled the robe hanging on the bedside to hold Gu Yang, then he got out of bed and rummaged through Gu Yang's wardrobe, picked out a loose nightgown and put it on, which barely covered him up.
Fan Yuan refused to even look at the dirty white robe he had worn in the underground palace.
"Leader? It's us, Pei Yue and Pei Ming."
Fan Yuan turned back and reminded Gu Yang:
"You are the left and right guardians of your sect."
Gu Yang got out of bed tremblingly, slowly straightened his back by holding onto the wall, took a deep breath, pretended nothing had happened, straightened his clothes, walked over and opened the door.
There was a clear contrast between the two people outside the door, one dressed in black and the other in white. They should be much older than the leader Gu Yang.
The two of them seemed to have a very good relationship, and their eyes looking at Gu Yang were full of worry and disapproval.
Fan Yuan walked behind Gu Yang and put one hand on Gu Yang's waist.
Pei Ming, dressed in black, gripped the sword at his waist. Pei Yue held Pei Ming's shoulders and walked forward:
"Master, this spy should have been locked up in the underground palace. Why did you bring him out again? Have you forgotten how he deceived you and betrayed your feelings?"
Gu Yang listened and nodded, thinking that Fan Yuan’s character really deserved to be locked up.
Pei Yue, however, felt that Gu Yang was being willful and perfunctory, and began to persuade him earnestly, which made Gu Yang unable to help but touch his ears.
Pei Ming, who was stopped by Pei Yue, could no longer bear it. He pushed Pei Yue away and wanted to take a step forward:
"I might as well kill him, and the leader will wake up."
Gu Yang then became serious and put his hand on Fan Yuan's hand on his waist.
"Who says that only death is punishment?"
Pei Yue and Pei Ming were both stunned and looked at Gu Yang in confusion.
Gu Yang turned his head and glanced at Fan Yuan, his eyebrows curved with a smile hidden in them, and he looked like he was about to do something bad.
"Fan Yuan is the most prestigious young man in the righteous sect, and he also has the highest martial arts skills among the young people."
"People like this... come to my little demon sect as spies. If they are caught, wouldn't it be boring to just kill them?"
"Like now, is it not a better torture for decent people like them to have to lie under me day and night?"
Pei Ming and Pei Yue, who didn't expect Gu Yang to say such a thing, were both surprised and looked at Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan hugged Gu Yang from behind, resting his forehead on Gu Yang's shoulder without looking up, seeming to be really ashamed.
It took Pei Yue a while to find her voice:
"The leader has grown up and has his own way of doing things... As long as you are not hurt, Pei Ming and I... support the leader."
Gu Yang tilted his head slightly and glanced sideways. His clothes were not very neat, and he really looked like a cult leader.
Pei Ming and Pei Yue, who were clearly here to stop Gu Yang, suddenly forgot what they were here for. They turned around and were about to leave for unknown reasons, but were suddenly stopped by Gu Yang.
The palace door was half closed. Gu Yang showed half of his face and suddenly asked them:
"Are you... brothers?"
Pei Yue shook her head:
"No... We are all orphans. Our names were given by the old leader. Leader, have you forgotten?"
Gu Yang smiled:
"I mean you two are very close. One is Pei Yue and the other is Pei Ri Yue."
As soon as Gu Yang finished speaking, he felt Fan Yuan poking his waist. He immediately fell silent and closed the gap in the palace door.
Pei Ming, who was called Pei Riyue, was confused, and neither was Pei Yue.
The two of them, who were born and raised here, had no idea that the word "sun" had other meanings in modern times.
Gu Yang couldn't hold back and teased him for a bit, but after he finished teasing, Fan Yuan lifted him up by the waist and pressed him against the door.
"Day and night?"
"Press me down?"
Fan Yuan looked up at Gu Yang, who was lifted up by him, and asked in a deep voice with a very calm expression on his face.
The smile on Gu Yang's face gradually disappeared, and he nervously wanted to touch Fan Yuan's face:
"That's not... for them to hear."
Fan Yuan put Gu Yang down so that Gu Yang's hand could touch his face directly.
Gu Yang stretched out his hands and pinched them, using both hands to pull Fan Yuan's cheeks until they were deformed.
Fan Yuan's cheek was pulled by Gu Yang, and his voice was a little unclear:
"As the leader of the Demon Cult, you must keep your word."
Gu Yang was stunned for a moment:
"ah?"
Fan Yuan threw away the outer robe that he had wrapped around Gu Yang. He took Gu Yang back to the bed tent full of complaints and began to fulfill what Gu Yang, the leader of a religion, had said.
Gu Yang really started the life he said he would live, where he would suppress the upright and very prestigious young people day and night. Gu Yang was miserable because of this, and finally one day he took the initiative to lie on the bed.
"I, I don't think the top is suitable for me... I'd better lie down..."
Fan Yuan chuckled, as if he had expected this outcome, and returned to his position at the top.
In fact, whether he was above or below, the impact on Fan Yuan was not that great.
Because he has always been in a dominant position, it's just that the physical exertion is different.
But for Gu Yang, the gap is too big. He is lazy, he doesn't want to work hard, he just wants to lie down.
After the news that the Demon Cult leader Gu Yang had started to favor the upright spy again spread throughout the sect, the left and right protectors came and went silently, as if they condoned their leader's behavior, but they also revealed a little information that their leader did this in order to torture this upright spy.
Just when all the members of the sect were amazed at Gu Yang's new method of torture and expressed their admiration, thinking that Gu Yang was worthy of being the leader of their sect, the servant suddenly brought out another piece of news.
Their leader Gu Yang asked his men to search the world for the best medicated oil for waist massage, the kind that would work quickly.
As soon as this news came out, the Demon Cult members' impression of Gu Yang's slender figure instantly changed.
So what if she is slender? She still suppresses the tall and upright spy, and she still needs to use the medicated oil on her waist day and night.
For a time, Gu Yang's image became even more majestic in the hearts of the members of the Demon Cult.
After all, the righteous spy was much stronger than their leader, and he was able to make such a righteous person with great martial arts skills so tired that he needed to use good medicinal oil to massage his waist to relieve the pain...
How majestic and powerful their leader must be!
The entire Demon Sect was proud of it and sent people out to look for such a medicinal oil.
As soon as they started to act, their people moved around the world and brought the news to various places, and the decent people soon knew about it.
Compared to the excitement of the cult, the decent people were furious.
It is really embarrassing to talk about how Fan Yuan, the most powerful and prestigious young man of their sect, was actually defiled by the leader of the evil cult.
Even as all kinds of news were surging in the martial arts world, Gu Yang and Fan Yuan were still having fun in the Demon Sect.
After all, for him and Fan Yuan, this was just a holiday trip to a strange place. In the final analysis, everything they saw was fictional and a dream.
But Gu Yang didn't expect that his men actually found him a bottle of medicinal oil which was said to be very precious and could cure all kinds of discomfort in the waist.
The medicinal oil was packed in a thin, tall-necked porcelain bottle. You could smell a fragrance as soon as you opened the lid.
Before Gu Yang could study it carefully, the porcelain bottle with a thin and tall neck in his hand was taken away by Fan Yuan.
That night, Fan Yuan personally used this fragrant medicinal oil on Gu Yang.
As someone who had personally experienced the medicinal oil, Gu Yang sat up slowly when the sky was just getting light, rubbed his waist, and expressed that he was a little shocked.
It’s true, this strange medicinal oil seems to be really effective, but it’s a bit wasteful to use.
Gu Yang stared at the empty tall-necked porcelain vase on the ground. He was absent-minded for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.
That day, the servant who came to clean the room took away the empty tall-necked porcelain vase and excitedly went to share the latest news with his friends.
Soon, the news of the leader's bravery spread throughout the Demon Sect and then spread beyond the sect.
The decent people who received the news were almost furious. They tried to contact Fan Yuan countless times and released dozens of pigeons, but not a single one came back.
The pigeons didn't come back, and of course they wouldn't get any response.
Fan Yuan caught each pigeon as it came and threw them into the cage behind Gu Yang's bedroom.
One day, Gu Yang went to see the pile of pigeons while carrying some pigeon food.
These pigeons that were forced to stop working seemed to adapt well. They were all plump and white. When they saw Gu Yang coming, they flew over and waited for Gu Yang to feed them.
Similarly, the letters entangled in the pigeons' legs were thrown on Gu Yang's desk.
If decent people knew that Fan Yuan, whom they most favored, had already betrayed them, they would probably be so angry that they would die.
After Gu Yang sent people to find the super effective medicinal oil, he became addicted to this special medicine. He looked through books and asked around, and asked his subordinates to find an ointment called Golden Chrysanthemum.
The members of the Demon Cult had never heard of what the Golden Chrysanthemum Ointment was, but they were all very smart and looked it up privately. After they finally found out what the Golden Chrysanthemum Ointment was, they admired their leader even more.
They never imagined that their seemingly slender leader was actually so powerful and ferocious, and had tortured the upright spy to the point where he had to use ointment.
Just like last time, Gu Yang, who assigned the task, didn't care what they thought.
At this time, he was studying the secret key with Fan Yuan. This secret key was the key that everyone in the martial arts world was scrambling for and was said to be able to unlock countless treasures.
At first, Gu Yang didn't find the key. He came here without any memory of his original character. Unlike Fan Yuan, it seemed that this time was a little different for him.
Finally, the key that had been missing was found in the drawer of the study.
The legendary key was casually put into a small wooden box and thrown into the corner of the drawer.
There is no lock on the wooden box and it can be opened with a light press.
This key appears to be made of jade, but when placed in the sun it has a different luster than ordinary jade. Not only that, it is not as fragile as jade.
Gu Yang took the key, looked at it, and threw it back into the box, a little bit incredulous:
"Is this the key that makes all those decent people go crazy? Just thrown here casually without a chain?"
Fan Yuan didn't look at the key for long. Instead, he picked up the surprised Gu Yang and sat on the chair with him.
"Does your waist still hurt?"
Gu Yang paused, then leaned back, his body softening, his tone slightly complaining:
"What do you think? Fortunately, I still have my inner strength to protect me, otherwise..."
Fan Yuan gently massaged Gu Yang's sore waist and asked him:
"Didn't you ask someone to look for the golden chrysanthemum?"
Gu Yang always felt that it was a bit strange to hear Fan Yuan say the three words "Golden Chrysanthemum" calmly, so he turned around and picked up the key that he had thrown back to him to play with it, distracting himself:
"Anyway... everyone else thinks you're using it."
Fan Yuan looked at Gu Yang quietly with his dark eyes, and rested his chin on Gu Yang's shoulder:
"It doesn't matter."
Gu Yang, holding the key, suddenly got out of Fan Yuan's arms.
"Shall we go and see the place where countless treasures are said to be hidden?"
As he spoke, Gu Yang threw the key in his hand. The secret key that was coveted by countless people in the martial arts world was caught by Gu Yang casually without any fear of it falling to the ground and breaking into two pieces.
Fan Yuan felt the temperature on his fingertips slowly disappearing after Gu Yang left. He moved his fingers, and it seemed that he could no longer bear the feeling of not being able to touch Gu Yang, so he raised his hand and pulled Gu Yang back.
"Can."
Gu Yang tilted his head back, leaned into Fan Yuan's arms, and asked him:
"Do you know where this door is?"
Fan Yuan didn't say anything, but reached out and pinched Gu Yang's chin.
When Gu Yang saw Fan Yuan like this, he knew that he must know the place, so he threw the key into Fan Yuan's arms.
Fan Yuan, a decent spy, infiltrated the Demon Cult just for this key. At this moment, the key was thrown into his hands by the Demon Cult leader himself, but Fan Yuan's expression did not change at all.
Gu Yang smiled, and in a particularly good mood, he turned around and hugged Fan Yuan tightly, and kissed Fan Yuan's chin:
"Your character will definitely be pissed off by you."
Fan Yuan supported Gu Yang's lower back, exerted some force, helped Gu Yang stand up, and turned to walk out.
Gu Yang was a little surprised to find that this direction led to the underground palace where Fan Yuan was once imprisoned:
"The door is right there? In the Demon Cult?"
Fan Yuan nodded:
"This character has discovered some clues, but he never expected that the key was thrown into the drawer so casually."
Gu Yang pressed Fan Yuan's shoulders and jumped off him, walking beside him:
"The personality of this demon cult leader is really carefree and casual."
Fan Yuan shook his head:
"It's not casual, it's that you can't take it away."
Gu Yang doesn’t understand:
"Can't take it with you? What do you mean?"
The underground palace hidden under the rockery was not far from Gu Yang's bedroom. The two men walked slowly, admiring the scenery inside the Demon Sect as they walked.
Although it is a cult, the internal layout is very well designed.
"The Demonic Cult has only developed in recent years, but the key has been guarded for generations. Since it is guarding countless treasures, why didn't they take it out and use it early?"
Fan Yuan tapped a few places on the rockery that looked like they were covered with moss, and a secret door appeared on the rockery.
The last time Gu Yang saw the man in black open this secret door, he didn't remember how he filmed it, so this time he didn't bother to pay attention.
He followed Fan Yuan inside. There was no difference between the inside and the last time he came.
Gu Yang was a little surprised until Fan Yuan embedded the key into the stone wall that had once locked Fan Yuan.
"The setting created by this dream world is so interesting. Who would have thought that the underground palace where the spy is imprisoned is where countless treasures are hidden, and the entrance is right behind the spy."
Gu Yang couldn't help but marvel at it. After the key was embedded in the stone wall, he watched the wall slowly separate, but quietly without making any sound.
Fan Yuan stood at the door, took out the key, turned around and extended his hand to Gu Yang.
Gu Yang put his hand on it without hesitation and walked in with Fan Yuan.
The place where countless treasures are hidden is even deeper than the underground palace. Once you enter, there are stone steps leading down continuously.
Despite this, the stone steps leading down from here are not as damp as those in the underground palace.
There are two huge luminous pearls inlaid on the surrounding walls at regular intervals, so there is no need to worry about lighting.
Until I walked up the long stairs and reached the real entrance.
The entrance is very tall and wide, without even a door. Before you get closer, you can already see the glittering light of countless treasures piled on the ground.
Gu Yang yawned quietly, and shook Fan Yuan's hand slightly, seeming to be a little bored.
Fan Yuan asked him immediately:
"Are you sleepy?"
Gu Yang nodded, and some physiological tears appeared in the corners of his eyes because of yawning.
Fan Yuan raised his hand to wipe Gu Yang's eyes, then led him inside.
Gu Yang narrowed his eyes as soon as he entered. This place where the treasures were hidden didn't even have walls. The ground was filled with golden treasures of many kinds.
But compared to these treasures, Gu Yang was more interested in a large mirror at the door.
“There are still mirrors in this era?”
Gu Yang was very surprised when he saw the big mirror that stretched from the bottom to the top, and he pulled Fan Yuan over.
This mirror is very different from those made by modern industry. There are traces of polished gemstones on the edge. The whole mirror seems to be polished from a huge gemstone. There are two words written on the top of the edge of the mirror:
"desire."
Gu Yang whispered these two words and stood in front of the mirror with Fan Yuan.
This jewel mirror is extremely clear, no worse than any modern mirror, except that the positions of Fan Yuan and Gu Yang in the mirror are slightly reversed.
"What's going on?"
Gu Yang reached out and touched the cold mirror. In the mirror in front of him was the figure of Fan Yuan.
Similarly, in the mirror in front of Fan Yuan, the person who appeared was Gu Yang.
Fan Yuan was also observing the mirror until he found a line of small words on the curved edge of the side of the mirror.
The font was really small. If Fan Yuan hadn't touched it with his fingers, he might have thought it was some kind of pattern or crack at first glance.
Gu Yang also went to read the small words, and after reading them, he looked at the large gemstone mirror in front of him in surprise:
"Eye of Desire, you will see the truest desires in your heart."
In the big jewel mirror, Gu Yang appeared in front of Fan Yuan, and Fan Yuan appeared in front of Gu Yang.
It's not that there was something wrong when the mirror was made, but rather it is a manifestation of their desires.
The truest desire in Gu Yang's heart is only Fan Yuan, and there is no trace of all the treasures in the mirror.
Looking at Fan Yuan in the mirror, Gu Yang held down his pounding heart and looked at the mirror in front of Fan Yuan again.
There, his figure appeared.
The truest desire in Fan Yuan's heart is only Gu Yang.
Their desire is each other.
Fan Yuan looked over at this time, and there seemed to be a dark deep sea hidden in his black eyes. He looked at Gu Yang quietly, drowning Gu Yang in it.
Gu Yang voluntarily drowned in the deep sea and continued to sink.
“This is a nice mirror.”
Fan Yuan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between the two people.
The next moment, Gu Yang was picked up by Fan Yuan and pressed against the mirror.
"Fan Yuan?"
Gu Yang leaned his back against the cold surface of the mirror. His body was suddenly lifted up and he could only lower his eyes to look at Fan Yuan in front of him.
Fan Yuan raised his head and gently bit Gu Yang's throat.
"I want to be here... so you remember."
Gu Yang is now leaning against the mirror. In front of him, there is Fan Yuan and the countless treasures behind Fan Yuan.
Those treasures sparkled brightly under the illumination of the night pearl, and there were countless mountains of gold and silver hidden inside.
But in Gu Yang's eyes, the dazzling light of the treasure could only become the background, and the core of the background was Fan Yuan.
In his eyes, thousands of treasures are not as valuable as Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan held Gu Yang in his arms, not even bothering to look at the treasure behind him.
His treasure was before him, a truly priceless treasure trapped in his arms.
Gu Yang was still a little confused, and asked Fan Yuan softly:
"Remember what?"
Fan Yuan relaxed his arms and let Gu Yang slowly slide down against the mirror and fall into his arms.
He covered Gu Yang's ears, and his hot breath and words that also made people's heart burn rushed into Gu Yang's cochlea:
"To remind you of my endless desire for you."
Gu Yang's eyes widened slightly and his eyelashes trembled.
He opened his arms, embraced Fan Yuan, gave himself to him, and let Fan Yuan fulfill his words.
As time went on, even the cold mirror behind Gu Yang was tinged with heat.
Gu Yang had a wrinkled red robe hanging on his arm. He reached out and grabbed a strand of Fan Yuan's black hair, complaining intermittently:
"Fan Yuan, the mirror is hot..."
Fan Yuan turned around and simply leaned against the mirror, letting Gu Yang lean on him.
"It's not the mirror that's hot, it's you."
At night, Gu Yang's personal servant ran to knock on the palace door, carrying the golden chrysanthemum ointment that the cult members had found with great difficulty.
Unfortunately, he knocked for a long time but the door didn't open, so he could only put the golden ointment bottle at the entrance of the hall.
Early in the morning, Fan Yuan came back in the dew, carrying the unconscious Gu Yang, and saw a golden bottle of ointment placed at the door.
He bent down to pick up the bottle, looked at the three words "Golden Chrysanthemum" on it, and curled the corners of his lips slightly.
At noon, the members of the Demon Cult received another order from their leader, ordering them to search for golden chrysanthemum ointment on a large scale and collect as much as they could, with no upper limit.
The members of the Demon Cult who received the order were all shocked and could only sigh that their leader was indeed gifted. The decent spy must have been tortured miserably...
The members of the Demon Cult could never have imagined that the Demon Cult leader, whom they thought was gifted, was now limp in the arms of the honest spy who should have been tortured miserably, crying and complaining aggrievedly:
"Fan Yuan, I want to sleep in a separate room from you! I must sleep in a separate room!"
Fan Yuan held the bottle of golden chrysanthemum ointment in his hand, and when Gu Yang was crawling forward, he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back:
"impossible."
The decent people who had been waiting for the news finally couldn't help but spit out blood and their eyes turned red with anger after hearing that all the golden chrysanthemum ointment in the world had been taken away by the Demon Cult.
They could no longer sit still and prepared to attack the Demon Cult!
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