He Lan Tianxia

"It seems to be coming from the lake." Murong Junlan stared intently at a snow lotus flower, its petals glistening with dew, in the icy lake, and murmured to himself:

"Xuanmo Cave, Lihentian?"

"Huh?" Before Jiang He could even notice anything amiss, Murong Junlan had already leaped away like a swallow, breaking through the ice.

Murong Junlan was standing half a body taller than Jiang He. With that half body height difference, the ice and snow lotus he saw was completely different. The dozens of flowers had just teleported and separated in an instant, but the words formed by the dozens of flowers were still caught by the sharp-eyed Murong Junlan.

Xuanmo Cave, Lihentian? Murong Junlan hadn't guessed the deeper meaning it contained, but Prince Murong was already standing on an ice lotus. It seemed normal for a prince to stand on a flower with his lightness skill, but what was incredible was that the flower actually rose gracefully, making Prince Murong look like an ice lotus fairy. He was beautiful, but there was a sense of incongruity about it.

Jiang He dared not laugh; he was more worried. What happened next shocked him so much that he stood there with his mouth agape. He saw ice lotus flowers rising continuously from beneath Prince Murong's feet, seemingly reaching the depths of the clouds.

"Your Highness, please come down quickly." Jiang He was a little worried. Where exactly was this ice lotus flower taking the prince?

Prince Murong, perched atop the flower, seemed oblivious to Jiang He's shouts and showed no intention of descending. At that moment, the mournful cries of the mischievous monkey and the woman with the twin snow swords rang out again, but Jiang He couldn't discern them; the sounds emanated from the ice lotus flower beneath Murong Junlan's feet.

Jiang He closed his eyes and listened intently. The sound grew even louder, as if it came from all directions, starting like the opposite bank not far away, and then like a raging torrent of waves crashing in his face. Jiang He dared not be careless. Such a sound could quickly draw a person into a certain state of mind if they were not careful. If the sound was penetrating, it could shatter a person's eardrums and kill them.

At this moment, Murong Junlan, standing atop the Ice Lotus, was immersed in gentle celestial music. Gazing into the distance, he saw a serene and beautiful fairyland with layered mountains deep within the Ice Lotus. Murong Junlan was about to jump down when he inexplicably lost control of his feet.

"Jiang He." He called out, but Jiang He seemed not to hear him; the sound echoed in his ears. The ice lotus carried Murong Junlan forward rapidly. Murong Junlan tried everything to stop himself, but to no avail, so he let it spin. Fortunately, he could still see Jiang He in the distance, and he guessed that Jiang He could still see him too, otherwise Jiang He wouldn't be so calm, his eyes still fixed on him. Perhaps he couldn't hear him because he was too far away, so Murong Junlan channeled his energy from his dantian and shouted loudly towards Jiang He.

"Greet me when you see the Princess." Murong Junlan even extended his hand. He wasn't worried about his situation at all; he was ready to act as he saw fit. But his Yan'er only had a smattering of martial arts skills and couldn't handle such an unpredictable situation at all. Besides, he hadn't heard Yan'er's voice even once amidst the shrill cries.

Where is his Yan'er?

Suddenly, with a thud, Murong Junlan fell down without warning. A strong fragrance wafted towards him. Murong Junlan clearly felt as if his feet were stepping on cotton, and his shoes were covered with a slippery layer of flower sap.

Man-eating flower? Had they all fallen into the flower's core? Murong Junlan was secretly straining, preparing to jump out, when suddenly the flower's core walls began to spin rapidly, tightening more and more, making him feel suffocated. Murong Junlan didn't dare to think further. He wildly swung his broadsword around the flower's core, but it was all in vain. Besides releasing an even stronger fragrance, all that remained were the increasingly tightened walls. Murong Junlan was anxious. He worried that his Yan'er might be trapped inside the flower's core, and if this continued, his Yan'er would suffocate. The more Murong Junlan thought about it, the more terrified he became, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Murong Junlan held his breath and kept swinging his broadsword upwards, but the flowers were like a tightly twisted rope, getting tighter and tighter until they finally wrapped around him and made him unable to move. Fortunately, at the moment he was unable to move, Murong Junlan raised his broadsword above his head.