He Lan Tianxia

With a "thud," the pale-faced scholar was thrown outside the cave. However, this time, the barrier set up by Murong Junlan only allowed people to look from the inside out. So even though the pale-faced scholar looked in this direction, Murong Junlan was still certain that he hadn't seen anything.

With a "thud," the innkeeper was also thrown outside the cave. Murong Junlan then realized that the pale-faced scholar had likely already been captured, and the innkeeper, who had tried to rescue him alone, had also been captured by the monks. Actually, judging by the innkeeper's strength, those monks shouldn't have been able to capture him so easily. Could it be…?

With a "thud," Luo Xie was also thrown there, as was Jiang He. The old pine tree spirit was actually the last one to be thrown outside. Murong Junlan's brows furrowed into a black rope. He thought to himself that the martial arts skills of these people were not bad, so how come they were just thrown around like chicks caught by an eagle? He looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man seemed to have expected this, and muttered the reason in a low voice: "You can't underestimate their Silver Steel Formation."

"Silver Steel Formation?" Murong Junlan did not see the abbot's figure.

"To tell you the truth, the abbot always thought he was practicing the Vajra Formation, but little did he know that he was practicing the Silver Steel Formation. He just sensed that the power of the formation was not quite right."

"Oh?" Murong Junlan was surprised that the old woman would tell such a shocking secret to an outsider, especially with her Yan'er present. Wouldn't the old woman avoid suspicion?

"The abbot was recently poisoned by an unknown elixir researched by the abbot, and it is estimated that he is beyond saving. I am too old to be a match for the abbot, and Xiao Yezi is still young. The reason he doesn't dare to kill me is that he wants to control my twin brother from me, then get the secret manual of the Vajra Formation, and take over the entire Dark Wood Temple. In fact, half of the people in Dark Wood Temple are not convinced by him, but they don't know when the abbot secretly poisoned them. Forced by the antidote, they have no choice but to obey him."

"Old man..." Murong Junlan wanted to interrupt the old man. He knew that the martial world was dangerous everywhere. He could listen without any problem, but if Yan'er next to him heard it, she might get angry and rush out, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Since you two are husband and wife, I don’t need to hide it anymore. Prince Murong, it is our good fortune to meet you today. If you are willing to restore the glory of our Dark Woodcutter Temple, my brother and I will be extremely grateful. If you are not willing to meddle in other people’s business, then I beg you to give this Vajra Formation manual to Xiao Yezi so that he can learn it slowly when he grows up.” After saying this, the old man took out a yellowed and faded manual from his sleeve, presented it to Murong Junlan with both hands, and then knelt down in front of Murong Junlan with a thud.

Murong Junlan quickly helped the old man up and said solemnly, "Old man, please don't do this. I am still inexperienced and the affairs of the martial world are complicated. If you don't mind, I am willing to lend you a hand."

The old man smiled; he knew he hadn't misjudged this young man. This young man possessed extraordinary bearing, acted with composure, and remained calm in the face of adversity; he was destined for great things.

Murong Junlan pushed the manual the old man offered back. "Old man, please keep this manual. I'll have someone diagnose your illness first, and we can discuss everything later." Murong Junlan felt that he could help them eliminate the evil abbot, and he could also help Xiao Yezi learn kung fu. As for staying to restore the dynasty, he had no interest in that. He still needed to help Lingyi find medicinal herbs to refine the Transformation Pill.

"Oh no! The abbot is vomiting blood!" the woman who was feeding him porridge suddenly cried out. The old man and Murong Junlan immediately went over and saw the abbot vomit a mouthful of sticky, bluish-black blood.

The old man was too weak to continue, so he asked the woman to bring him a basin of water so he could wipe the grime off his mouth himself. However, he let out a sigh of relief.

"It's good that the venom can be vomited out. If he vomits a few more times, his body might be able to recover." After saying that, the old man also leaned to the side, exhausted.