Overturning the Male God Daily Chapter 108

Chapter 108 – Extra 6

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Gu Yang’s current persona is indeed that of a leader of the demonic cult. When referred to as the “demonic cult,” it simply means their actions and behavior are freer and more relaxed compared to those self-proclaimed righteous figures in the martial world.

At least in the demonic cult, people dare to be themselves and don’t resort to deceitful tactics.

Due to Gu Yang’s carefree personality, the members of the demonic cult, including the lively servants under his command, hold him in respect more than fear.

Once news spread that the Master was indulging the righteous spy again, it quickly reached the ears of the cult’s Left and Right Guardians.

At that moment, Gu Yang and Fan Yuan were still hidden within the canopy of the scarlet bed curtains.

However, this bed was far less accommodating than the plain and honest bed in their small apartment or villa. It was rather uncooperative, with a lackluster performance, creaking incessantly even with the slightest movement. The noise was enough to irk Gu Yang, despite their efforts to be cautious.

Gu Yang had a minor knife wound on his waist from before entering this dream world. It wasn’t very long, having been part of the setup before they arrived here. This minor imperfection was the dream world’s way of enhancing its realism.

The demonic cult was well-endowed, never short of funds. Gu Yang used a high-quality medicinal ointment that was excellent for wound healing, and it was highly effective at stopping bleeding. As long as he didn’t exert himself too much, the wound would be fine.

Recently, Fan Yuan hadn’t been enthusiastic about having Gu Yang work on his abs. Instead, he was more interested in developing his own abdominal muscles.

Gu Yang wasn’t sure whether he should laugh at his good fortune or sigh in resignation at his inability to stop Fan Yuan.

When the Left and Right Guardians of the cult came knocking, Gu Yang didn’t immediately notice.

His persona certainly possessed formidable martial skills, but he hadn’t personally tested them yet and wasn’t quite adept at using them.

Fan Yuan, too, had an impressive background and martial skills, so he probably heard the approaching figures, though he paid them no mind.

It wasn’t until voices outside started yelling that Gu Yang pushed Fan Yuan’s shoulder and sat up.

“Who is it?”

Fan Yuan furrowed his brows slightly, draped a robe that had been hanging by the bed over Gu Yang, and then proceeded to rummage through Gu Yang’s wardrobe. He chose a loose sleeping robe and put it on, barely managing to cover himself up.

He refused to even cast a glance at the soiled white robe he had worn in the underground palace.

“Master? It’s us, Pei Yue and Pei Ming.”

Fan Yuan looked back and reminded Gu Yang:

“They are the Left and Right Guardians of your cult.”

Gu Yang, shaky as he stood, leaned against the wall to support his back, took a deep breath, and pretended that everything was normal. He adjusted his collar, walked over, and opened the door.

The two figures outside were in stark contrast. One was dressed in black, the other in white. They were probably older than the cult’s Master, Gu Yang.

The pair seemed to share a strong bond, their eyes filled with concern and disapproval as they looked at Gu Yang.

Fan Yuan followed Gu Yang, positioning himself behind him, placing a hand on Gu Yang’s waist.

Dressed in black, Pei Ming tightened his grip on the sword hanging from his waist. Pei Yue restrained Pei Ming’s shoulder and stepped forward:

“Master, this spy should have remained locked in the underground palace. Why have you brought him out again? Have you forgotten how he deceived and betrayed your affections?”

Gu Yang nodded as he listened, thinking that Fan Yuan’s current persona was indeed deserving of confinement.

However, Pei Yue believed that Gu Yang was being obstinate and insincere. He began to earnestly advise Gu Yang, his words prompting him to unconsciously touch his ear.

Pei Ming, who had been held back by Pei Yue, was growing impatient. He pushed Pei Yue aside and was about to step forward:

“Why not just kill him? That would surely make you realize, Master.”

Gu Yang’s expression turned serious, and he raised his hand to rest on top of Fan Yuan’s hand that was supporting his waist:

“Who said death is the only form of punishment?”

Pei Yue and Pei Ming both stared at Gu Yang in confusion, their eyes fixed on him.

Gu Yang turned his head to look at Fan Yuan, a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly planning something mischievous.

“Fan Yuan is one of the most respected young individuals among the righteous sects, and he also possesses the highest martial prowess among his generation.”

“A person like him… if we just kill him outright after catching him spying in my little demonic cult, wouldn’t that be rather dull?”

“In a situation like this, forcing him to lie under me day and night, wouldn’t that be a better form of torture for these righteous individuals?”

Both Pei Ming and Pei Yue were astounded by Gu Yang’s words. They looked at Fan Yuan with puzzled expressions.

Fan Yuan wrapped his arms around Gu Yang from behind, resting his forehead on Gu Yang’s shoulder, appearing genuinely ashamed.

After a moment of silence, Pei Yue finally found her voice:

“Ma-Master has grown up, and you now have your own ways of doing things… As long as you are not harmed, Pei Ming and I… will support you, Master.”

Gu Yang tilted his head slightly, his eyes glancing sideways. His clothes were a little disheveled, perfectly embodying the demeanor of a leader of the demonic cult.

Though Pei Ming and Pei Yue initially came to dissuade Gu Yang, they inexplicably forgot their mission and turned to leave. Gu Yang suddenly called out to them just as they were halfway out the door.

As the doors had already closed halfway, Gu Yang revealed half of his face and unexpectedly asked them:

“Are you two… brothers?”

Pei Yue shook his head:

“No… we are both orphans. The names were given by the former Master. Have you forgotten, Master?”

Gu Yang smiled:

“I meant, you two seem really close, like Pei Yue and Pei Ri Yue’ (Day and Night).”

Gu Yang’s words made Fan Yuan poke his waist dimples. In an instant, Gu Yang closed the doors tightly.

Pei Ming, now known as “Pei Ri Yue,” and Pei Yue were puzzled. Being locals, they didn’t know that “ri” (日) also had another meaning in modern times.

Unable to contain himself, Gu Yang couldn’t help but tease. However, Fan Yuan held him by the waist and pressed him against the door.

“‘Day and night’?”

“Pressed under me?”

Fan Yuan raised his head, his gaze fixed on Gu Yang as he asked in a calm tone, his facial expression surprisingly composed.

The playful smile on Gu Yang’s face gradually faded. He felt a bit nervous and tried to reach Fan Yuan’s face:

“That’s not… meant for them to hear.”

Fan Yuan let go of Gu Yang, allowing Gu Yang’s hand to come into direct contact with his face.

Gu Yang reached out and pinched, using both hands to stretch and distort Fan Yuan’s cheeks.

With his cheeks being pulled by Gu Yang, Fan Yuan’s voice sounded a bit muffled:

“As the leader of the demonic cult, you must turn your words into actions.”

Gu Yang paused, bewildered:

“Huh?”

Fan Yuan tossed aside the outer robe that Gu Yang had put on him. He led Gu Yang back into the bed curtains, which were now filled with Gu Yang’s complaints. He began to fulfill Gu Yang’s promise as the leader of the cult.

Gu Yang truly began to enact what he had said, subjecting the highly esteemed young figures from the righteous sect to be pressed under him day and night. Grappling with his struggles, Gu Yang finally surrendered and laid down on the bed.

“I… I feel uncomfortable on top… I’ll just lie down instead…”

Fan Yuan chuckled lightly, as if he had already anticipated this outcome, and resumed his position on top.

In truth, whether he was on top or bottom, it didn’t affect Fan Yuan much. He always maintained a dominant position; it was just a difference in physical exertion.

However, the gap was immense for Gu Yang. He was lazy, he didn’t want to exert himself, he just wanted to lie down.

After the news of Gu Yang, the leader of the demonic cult, once again favoring the righteous spy spread throughout the cult, the left and right guardians came and went in silence, seemingly tacitly approving of their leader’s actions. However, they also conveyed a message: the reason their leader was doing this was to torment the righteous spy.

Just as all the cult members marveled at Gu Yang’s innovative method of torment and expressed their admiration, considering Gu Yang truly lived up to his role as the leader of the demonic cult, the servant suddenly brought another piece of news.

Their leader, Gu Yang, had ordered his subordinates to search the martial world for a high-quality massage oil specifically for the waist, one that would have rapid effects.

With this news, the impression of Gu Yang’s slender figure in the minds of the cult members instantly changed. Slender? So what? He managed to subdue the towering figure of a righteous spy, and not just once but day and night, and he even required waist oil.

In an instant, Gu Yang’s image grew even more illustrious among the cult members. After all, the righteous spy’s physique was far sturdier than their leader’s, and yet he managed to make this highly skilled righteous individual so tired that he needed quality oil to massage his waist and relieve the soreness…

Their leader must truly be powerful and formidable!

For a time, the entire demonic cult was proud and excited, sending people out to search for this type of oil. As they began their search, individuals scattered throughout the martial world, spreading the news to every corner. Soon, the righteous sect members also got wind of it.

Compared to the cult’s excitement, the righteous sect members were furious. The most esteemed and formidable figure among their righteous youth, Fan Yuan, had been defiled by the leader of the demonic cult in such a manner. It was truly embarrassing for them.

While the various rumors circulated throughout the martial world, Gu Yang continued to enjoy his time with Fan Yuan in the demonic cult, wandering around aimlessly. After all, for both of them, this was just a vacation during an anomaly, a fictional world created by a dream.

However, Gu Yang didn’t anticipate that his subordinates would truly find a bottle of what was claimed to be an extremely precious massage oil, specially designed for relieving discomfort in the waist. The oil was stored in a slender-necked porcelain bottle, emitting a refreshing fragrance as soon as the cap was removed.

Before Gu Yang could closely examine it, Fan Yuan snatched the bottle from his hands.

That very night, Fan Yuan personally applied the fragrant oil to Gu Yang’s body.

As the one experiencing the effects of the oil, Gu Yang slowly sat up as the dawn broke, massaging his waist and showing a hint of astonishment.

Surprisingly, this peculiar oil seemed to be quite effective, though somewhat wasteful to use.

Gu Yang stared at the empty porcelain bottle on the ground, lost in thought, contemplating something.

That day, a servant came to tidy up the room, took the empty slender-necked porcelain bottle away, and excitedly rushed to share the latest news with his friends.

Soon, the news of the fearless actions of their leader spread throughout the entire demonic cult and then to the outside world.

Receiving the news, the righteous sect members were almost driven to madness. They had tried countless times to contact Fan Yuan, releasing dozens of carrier pigeons, yet not a single one had returned.

The carrier pigeons couldn’t return, and naturally, they received no replies.

Each pigeon that came was caught by Fan Yuan as soon as it landed and was thrown into a cage behind Gu Yang’s sleeping quarters.

One day, Gu Yang carried pigeon feed and went to see the flock of pigeons.

These pigeons that were forced to halt their work seemed to be adapting well. They were plump from eating, and as soon as they saw Gu Yang approaching, they fluttered over, eagerly awaiting his feeding.

Similarly, the letters attached to the pigeons’ legs were all thrown onto Gu Yang’s desk.

If the righteous sect members knew that the person they had the highest expectations for, Fan Yuan, had long since defected, they would probably be truly infuriated.

After Gu Yang’s subordinates managed to find a highly effective medicinal oil, he seemed to develop a taste for such potent concoctions. He scoured through books and had his subordinates search for a cream called “Golden Chrysanthemum.”

The demonic cult members hadn’t heard of this “Golden Chrysanthemum” cream before, but they were resourceful and quickly found out what it was. Upon learning about the properties of the cream, they held their leader in even higher regard.

They could never have imagined that their seemingly slender leader had truly reached such a level of might, tormenting the righteous spy to the extent that he required medicinal cream.

As before, Gu Yang didn’t care about what they thought as he issued new orders.

At this moment, he was busy studying a key with Fan Yuan. This key was the legendary item that everyone in the martial world coveted—a key rumored to unlock countless treasures.

Initially, Gu Yang couldn’t find the key. Unlike Fan Yuan, he didn’t have the memories from his original character’s setting when he came here. It seemed that this anomaly was different for the two of them.

In the end, the elusive key was found in a drawer of the study.

The legendary key was casually placed in a small wooden box and discarded in a corner of the drawer.

There wasn’t even a lock on the wooden box; it could be easily opened with a gentle press.

The key appeared to be made of jade, and although it seemed like ordinary jade at first glance, it emitted a distinct luster and brilliance under the sunlight. Furthermore, it wasn’t as fragile as regular jade.

Gu Yang held the key, looked at it, and then tossed it back into the box, expressing a hint of disbelief.

“Is this the key that drives those righteous individuals crazy? It’s just thrown in here so casually, without even a lock?”

Fan Yuan didn’t pay much attention to the key. Instead, he lifted Gu Yang, who was in a state of constant astonishment, into his arms and sat down on a chair.

“Is your waist still hurting?”

Gu Yang hesitated for a moment, his body going limp as he leaned back. He replied with a hint of mild reproach, “What do you think? Thankfully, I still have internal energy protecting me now; otherwise…”

Fan Yuan gently massaged Gu Yang’s sore waist and asked, “Didn’t you send someone to find the Golden Chrysanthemum?”

Gu Yang felt that it sounded a little odd for Fan Yuan to calmly mention “Golden Chrysanthemum.” He turned around to retrieve the key that he had tossed aside, absentmindedly playing with it to divert his attention.

“Well… everyone thinks it’s you who’s using it anyway.”

Fan Yuan gazed quietly at Gu Yang, resting his chin on Gu Yang’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Gu Yang pinched the key and suddenly slipped out of Fan Yuan’s embrace.

“Shall we go take a look at this place rumored to hold countless treasures?”

With that, Gu Yang casually threw the key in his hand, the coveted key that countless martial artists were desperate to obtain, and it was caught by Gu Yang with ease. He didn’t even fear it falling to the ground and breaking in two.

Fan Yuan felt the warmth dissipate from his fingertips as Gu Yang moved away. His fingers twitched, as if unable to bear the sensation of not touching Gu Yang, and he reached out to pull him back.

“Sure.”

Gu Yang leaned his head back, resting against Fan Yuan’s chest, and asked, “Do you know where this door is?”

Fan Yuan didn’t speak, he just reached out and pinched Gu Yang’s chin gently.

Seeing Fan Yuan’s reaction, Gu Yang knew he definitely knew the location. He quickly tossed the key into Fan Yuan’s embrace.

Fan Yuan, the righteous spy who had infiltrated the demonic cult for this very key, didn’t show any change in expression when the key was handed over to him personally by the cult’s leader.

Gu Yang chuckled and turned around, pulling Fan Yuan close in an affectionate embrace. He playfully pecked at Fan Yuan’s chin.

“You’re definitely going to drive your own character to madness.”

Fan Yuan held onto Gu Yang’s waist, exerted some force, and helped Gu Yang stand up. He turned and started walking towards the exit.

Gu Yang realized that they were headed in the direction of the underground palace where Fan Yuan had been imprisoned. He was somewhat surprised.

“The entrance is right there? Inside the demonic cult?”

Fan Yuan nodded.

“This character has already discovered some hints, but he would never have expected the key to be thrown so carelessly into a drawer.”

Gu Yang pressed his hand on Fan Yuan’s shoulder and hopped off him, walking by his side.

“The personality of the cult leader really is quite casual and laid-back.”

Fan Yuan shook his head.

“It’s not casual; it’s that it can’t be taken away.”

Gu Yang was puzzled.

“Can’t be taken away? What do you mean?”

The hidden palace beneath the artificial mountain wasn’t far from Gu Yang’s sleeping quarters. They walked slowly, enjoying the sights within the demonic cult as they went.

Despite being a demonic cult, the interior was well-designed.

“The demonic cult only began to flourish in recent years, but the key has been safeguarded for generations. Since it guards countless treasures, why hasn’t it been used earlier?”

Fan Yuan lightly tapped a few spots on the artificial mountain that looked like they were covered in moss, and a hidden door appeared.

Gu Yang hadn’t paid attention the last time when the cloaked figures opened this hidden door, so he didn’t remember how they did it.

He followed Fan Yuan inside, and the scene was no different from the last time he had been there.

It wasn’t until Fan Yuan inserted the key into the wall that had once imprisoned him that Gu Yang was taken aback.

“The settings created by this dream world are so interesting. Who could have thought that the treasury housing countless treasures would be hidden behind the chamber of the spy, and the entrance would be right behind him?”

Gu Yang couldn’t help but exclaim. He watched as the wall gradually split open after the key was inserted, and it did so silently.

Fan Yuan stood by the doorway, removed the key, and turned to Gu Yang, extending his hand.

Without hesitation, Gu Yang placed his hand in Fan Yuan’s, and they entered together.

The treasury of countless treasures was even deeper than the underground palace. As soon as they entered, they descended a flight of stairs.

Although they descended further down the stairs, the steps weren’t as damp as those in the underground palace.

Large luminescent pearls were embedded at intervals on the surrounding walls, eliminating any concern for lighting.

They continued down the long flight of steps until they reached the actual entrance.

The entrance was tall and wide, lacking even a door. Before they even got close, they could already see the brilliant glimmer of countless treasures strewn across the floor inside.

Gu Yang let out a small yawn, lightly shook the hand he was holding, and seemed a bit bored.

Fan Yuan immediately asked, “Tired?”

Gu Yang nodded, his eyes watering slightly from yawning.

Fan Yuan wiped his eyes with his hand and led him inside.

Upon entering, Gu Yang squinted his eyes. This treasury lacked walls and was completely filled with dazzling treasures covering the ground in golden light. There was a wide variety of items.

However, among all these treasures, what caught Gu Yang’s interest the most was a large mirror at the entrance.

“They still have mirrors in this era?”

Gu Yang was surprised by the massive mirror that stretched from the bottom to the very top of the chamber. He pulled Fan Yuan over to take a closer look.

This mirror was quite different from the ones made in modern industry. It was adorned with traces of polished gemstones along the edges, and the entire mirror seemed to be crafted from a massive gemstone. At the upper edge of the mirror was a line of characters:

“Desire.”

Gu Yang softly read the two characters, standing in front of the mirror alongside Fan Yuan.

The gemstone mirror was incredibly clear, not inferior to any modern mirror. However, the reflection of Fan Yuan and Gu Yang appeared somewhat reversed in their positions.

“What’s going on here?”

Gu Yang reached out and touched the cold surface of the mirror. In front of him, the mirror reflected Fan Yuan’s figure.

Similarly, in front of Fan Yuan, the mirror displayed Gu Yang’s image.

Both of them were observing the mirror, until Fan Yuan noticed a line of small characters etched along the curved edge of the mirror.

The font was indeed very small. If it weren’t for Fan Yuan touching it with his finger, one might mistake it for a pattern or a crack.

Following Fan Yuan’s gaze, Gu Yang also looked at the line of text. After reading it, they both looked back at the large gemstone mirror in astonishment:

“The Eye of Desire. Inside it, you will see your truest desires.”

Within the large gemstone mirror, Fan Yuan saw Gu Yang in front of him, while Gu Yang saw himself.

It wasn’t that there was something wrong with the mirror; it was simply revealing their innermost desires.

Gu Yang’s deepest desire was Fan Yuan, and there were no traces of the countless treasures inside the mirror.

Staring at the reflection of Fan Yuan in the mirror, Gu Yang placed his hand over his racing heart and then turned to look at the mirror in front of Fan Yuan.

Inside it, he saw his own image.

Fan Yuan’s deepest desire was also Gu Yang.

Their desires were simply each other.

At that moment, Fan Yuan looked over, his black pupils resembling a pitch-black sea. He gazed silently at Gu Yang, submerging him within.

Gu Yang willingly drowned in that deep sea, sinking further.

“This mirror is quite something,” Fan Yuan suddenly remarked, breaking the silence between them.

The next moment, Fan Yuan lifted Gu Yang and pressed him against the mirror.

“Fan Yuan?”

Gu Yang’s back was against the mirror’s cold surface. His body was lifted, and he could only look at Fan Yuan before him.

Fan Yuan raised his head and lightly bit Gu Yang’s throat.

“I want you to remember here…”

Gu Yang leaned against the mirror’s icy surface. In front of him was not only Fan Yuan but also countless treasures stretching endlessly behind him.

Under the illumination of the pearls, those treasures glittered with a dazzling brilliance, concealing mountains of gold and silver.

However, in Gu Yang’s eyes, the dazzling glow of the treasures paled in comparison to the real treasure—the core of the background—Fan Yuan.

In his eyes, a thousand treasures couldn’t compare to one Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan held Gu Yang, and he didn’t even spare a glance for the treasures behind him.

His most cherished treasure was right in front of him, the true priceless gem cradled in his arms.

Gu Yang still felt somewhat dazed. He softly asked Fan Yuan, “Remember what?”

Fan Yuan’s arm relaxed, allowing Gu Yang to slide down the mirror and into his embrace.

He covered Gu Yang’s ear, and his warm breath carried the same words that set hearts on fire as it entered Gu Yang’s ear canal:

“I want you to remember… my boundless desire for you.”

Gu Yang’s eyes widened slightly, his eyelashes trembling lightly.

He spread his arms and wrapped them around Fan Yuan, surrendering himself, allowing Fan Yuan to fulfill the promise he had made.

As time passed, even the once cold mirror behind Gu Yang took on a hint of warmth.

The folds of Gu Yang’s crimson robe draped over Fan Yuan’s arm. He reached out, grabbing a strand of Fan Yuan’s black hair, and intermittently complained:

“Fan Yuan, the mirror is getting hot…”

Fan Yuan turned around, pressing himself against the mirror and allowing Gu Yang to lean on him.

“It’s not that the mirror is getting hot; it’s that you’re getting hot.”

During the night, Gu Yang’s personal servant from the estate of the Demon Cult struggled to knock on the palace door, carrying a jar of golden chrysanthemum ointment that the cult members had painstakingly searched for.

Unfortunately, no matter how long he knocked, the door remained closed. He could only place the glistening jar of ointment by the door.

At dawn, Fan Yuan returned carrying a drowsy Gu Yang, stepping on dew-laden ground. He saw the jar of golden chrysanthemum ointment placed at the entrance.

He bent down to pick up the jar, looking at the words “Golden Chrysanthemum” on it, his lips curling slightly.

At noon, the members of the Demon Cult received another order from their leader, instructing them to search extensively for the golden chrysanthemum ointment. They were to gather as much as they could, with no limit.

Receiving the order, the members of the Demon Cult couldn’t help but shiver, sighing in amazement at their leader’s extraordinary talent. They could only imagine the excruciating torment the infiltrator from the righteous sect must be enduring…

The Demon Cult members could never have imagined that their naturally gifted leader was currently leaning softly in the arms of the infiltrator from the righteous sect, someone who should have been suffering greatly. With a pitiful expression, they tearfully pleaded:

“Fan Yuan, I want to sleep in a separate room from you! We must sleep in separate rooms!”

Fan Yuan held the jar of golden chrysanthemum ointment in his hand and grabbed Gu Yang’s ankle as he tried to crawl away, pulling him back.

“It’s impossible.”

The righteous individuals who had been waiting for news could no longer contain their anger. Upon learning that the Demon Cult had taken all the golden chrysanthemum ointment from the entire martial world, they finally spat out a mouthful of blood, their eyes turning red with fury.

They could no longer sit still and were preparing to launch a full-scale attack on the Demon Cult!

Author’s note: There are two more bonus chapters, and then this story is completely finished!

Muah muah, see you tomorrow night!

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