He Lan Tianxia

The stunned woman was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly realized everything. She pulled her arms back, and the twin snow swords rustled back into their sheaths. In a flash, she disappeared into the woods.

Murong Junlan's "Soaring to the Sky" move was originally intended to lure the enemy away, but he never expected Hong Xiuying to arrive in time and strike with her whip at the perfect moment. And that woman backed down at the last minute. He didn't have time to think about what she was up to; his immediate priority was to regroup and, together with Hong Xiuying, rescue Luo Xie and the others from their peril.

The abbot dared not be negligent, and immediately waved his staff, angrily shouting, "Vajra Formation!"

The monks lined up and sat on the ground, their ten dragons moving in unison. Murong Junlan and Hong Xiuying unleashed their whips and ropes, displaying remarkable flexibility within the Vajra Formation, yet they could find no opening. Murong Junlan suddenly realized that the biggest difference between the Vajra Formation and the Silver Vajra Formation was that one sought stillness amidst chaos, while the other sought chaos amidst stillness. The Vajra Formation set up by the abbot was actually the Silver Vajra Formation.

Chaos ensued. Murong Junlan finally realized the key to breaking the formation. He saw Zhong Ziqi standing ignored outside the formation, so he teleported over and pulled Zhong Ziqi into the formation. Hong Xiuying exclaimed, "Hmm, has Young Master Wang lost his mind? This is just making things worse! Young Master Wang, you've gone too far! That's my husband! We've just gotten married and are still very much in love. You know my husband is a scholar; pulling him in like this is practically killing him!"

Murong Junlan seemed oblivious to the dangers within the formation, not only dragging Zhong Ziqi in but also pulling on his sleeve as they ran around the formation, terrifying Zhong Ziqi to the point of white teeth and lips, his soul flying away.

After circling twice, Hong Xiuying couldn't stand it any longer. She abandoned the monks who were setting up the formation and chased after her husband, Zhong Ziqi. Now things were getting interesting. The Vajra Formation was there but no one paid any attention to it. These three normally respectable people were chasing and playing around inside the formation as if no one else was there, leaving the two rows of martial monks completely bewildered. Finally, the abbot couldn't stand it anymore. He swung his staff and charged towards Murong Junlan and Zhong Ziqi.

*Snap.* Hong Xiuying spun around and lashed out with her whip, then cursed, “You damned sorcerer! You think you’re not a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Today I’ll take your dog’s life!”

Hong Xiuying, displaying the heroism of a beauty saving a hero, unleashed her full power and desperately fought against the abbot, directly protecting her husband and Prince Murong behind her. Murong Junlan, pulling Zhong Ziqi along, simply stood still, deciding to watch the show. At the same time, Murong Junlan noticed the old pine tree spirit craning its neck and looking in their direction in the distance. He gestured for it to come over, and the old man, as if injected with chicken blood, bounced over.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?" The old pine tree spirit eagerly awaited Murong Junlan's instructions.

"Go, teach those monks sitting on the ground a lesson, make as much of a mess as possible."

"Your Highness, rest assured, I may not possess great abilities, but I am most adept at creating chaos. I can make things as chaotic as I wish, as chaotic as I want." The old pine tree spirit confidently hopped and rolled over.

Thump, thump, thump, the old pine tree spirit rolled over the heads of the group of martial monks. Before the monks could even figure out what it was, they were hit squarely on the head.

The monks touched their heads, but there was nothing there. Looking at the two large men standing before them, one strong and one weak, they hadn't even flinched, let alone made a move. Who was this arrogant fool who dared to challenge them?

Hmm, what's that noise at my feet? Oh dear, it's a broken tree root. Oh dear, this broken tree root seems to be moving. Oh my god, it looks like it's going to crawl into my pants leg, into my stomach, oh dear, into my throat! How terrifying!

Ah! I got bitten by a tree root! Ouch, I'm bleeding! How terrifying! Run! The monks, who had been single-mindedly focused on their mission, scattered and fled in all directions, abandoning their formation in a flash.