He Lan Tianxia

Soon, the old pine tree spirit dragged Princess Yan'er out. Murong Junlan dodged past, pushing the old pine tree spirit aside. "Are you courting death? How dare you grab my beloved concubine's hand!" Prince Murong slapped the old pine tree spirit's hand away, took Yan'er's hand, and walked away without looking back.

"Where are we going, Your Highness?" Yan'er looked back at the camp again and again, still wanting more.

"Go back and save the abbot," Prince Murong said without any room for negotiation. He was unwilling. He had come out of Anqiao Temple hoping for a romantic time for two, but instead he had helped someone set up a contest to find a husband, and even helped their parents get married. He had been waiting in vain, and his beloved concubine was still watching the show. Did he want to go in and participate in their wedding night?

Prince Murong, seething with anger, tossed the old pine tree spirit a sentence: "Call those two getting married to Anqiao Temple," then grabbed Yan'er's hand and ran off, only stopping when they reached a mountain stream with a cascading waterfall. The waterfall flowed straight down, unrestrained and magnificent—a truly beautiful sight. If only he and his beloved concubine could take a bath here together... cough cough... Prince Murong's throat bobbed a few times, his thoughts like wild horses, several intoxicating images popping into his head, somewhat alluring... A smile unconsciously appeared on Prince Murong's aloof and noble handsome face.

"Your Highness, look, there's a flower up there, it's so beautiful."

"Is that so?" Prince Murong tried hard to suppress the pounding of his heart, putting on a cold and aloof demeanor. Little did Yan'er know that Prince Murong's heart was pounding like a waterfall. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Yan'er's slender waist, and with a powerful push of his feet, the two of them soared straight up the waterfall.

"I'll pick it!" Yan'er eagerly reached out her hand.

"Ah?" Yan'er exclaimed in surprise, her hand freezing in mid-air. She saw a toad, a toad riding on the back of a sharp-nosed venomous snake. My goodness, what a perfect match! Two venomous creatures guarding a delicate little flower. Just thinking about it, I wonder who's in more danger?

“This flower must not be taken.” Prince Murong thought of the little golden snake beside the snow lotus on the cliff in the snowy region last time. With a push of his foot, Prince Murong turned around and was about to fly down from the waterfall.

Since the sharp-nosed viper and the toad are venomous creatures, they are no ordinary beings. Having been provoked, they weren't about to leave so easily; they'd have to taste their venom first. In a flash, the two poisonous creatures simultaneously hissed and spat out two streams of red and green venom. Murong Junlan frowned slightly. Seeing the two streams of venom about to fall, in a moment of urgency, he flicked his right hand, setting up a barrier. With a "whoosh," the venom fell outside the barrier.

Despite her pounding heart, Yan'er couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "It's beautiful!"

"..." Murong Junlan thought to himself, "You really dare to get happy. If we hadn't dodged in time, we would both be dead from the poison by now."

Yes, her Prince Murong gave her such a strong sense of security that she felt no fear of being in danger at all. She was even looking forward to those two poisonous creatures spraying again, spraying them thoroughly. That scene would definitely be spectacular.

Prince Murong was unaware of his beloved concubine's secret thoughts, but seeing the joy in Yan'er's eyes, he thought, "Fine, since you like it, I'll let you have your fill." The usually composed Prince Murong, now in a playful mood, leaped onto the waterfall with his concubine.

What?! They're back up here again? That sharp-nosed viper and the toad are still waiting for them, eyeing them menacingly.

“Your Highness…” Yan’er wanted to say, “Your Highness, what’s wrong with you?” but she swallowed the rest of the sentence. Yan’er turned to look at Prince Murong. He didn’t seem crazy at all; instead, he looked rather cunning and sly, as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

"Damn it, my legs are weak." Yan'er's body trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the sharp-nosed viper. That guy was no pushover. It never refused food that was offered to it, especially since this woman had a wonderful scent. Hmm, that scent was incredibly pleasant. It figured that eating her would instantly boost its cultivation level by several stages. So what was there to hesitate about? The sharp-nosed viper had already pushed its limits. Just for that fragrant scent, it was willing to risk everything. Advancing its cultivation was the priority. This once-in-a-millennium scent truly drove it mad. With a flick of its venomous tail, the sharp-nosed viper pounced.