He Lan Tianxia

The flower-shaped wall seemed less like a plant and more like an animal, incredibly resilient. Murong Junlan tried various methods without success, so he simply stopped moving and waited for the perfect moment until he found a better solution. Sure enough, while Murong Junlan remained still, the flower-shaped wall loosened for a moment, and Murong Junlan didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Perhaps out of concern for the knife, Hua Xinbi loosened her grip slightly. Murong Junlan thought to himself, "So you do have a weakness. That's good."

Suddenly, the flower began to spin. Even someone as quick-witted as Murong Junlan couldn't stop in time. But in the instant he leaned forward, he plunged the knife in his hand into the opposite flower. The flower's core contracted slightly, then began to spin rapidly, then spun 360 degrees, slashing fiercely around the core. It must be an old flower core, because all that could be seen was the core wrinkling like a pig's belly; no blood flowed out. Or perhaps there was no blood at all. Sure enough, Murong Junlan saw a clear liquid slide out from the cut.

Standing inside, it seemed impossible to hear any sound. Murong Junlan looked up, as if there was no end in sight. He held his breath and tried to slide upwards. Because of the Jealousy Blade, the Flower Heart Wall was forced to loosen a little, but Murong Junlan's feet were stuck to the slime. His current situation was very different from the strange beast Kun he encountered in the Guqin Terrace. Fortunately, there was nothing like a head or buttocks in the Flower Heart, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Just as Murong Junlan was at his wit's end, there seemed to be a movement outside. Jiang He? Murong Junlan was overjoyed. He held his knife horizontally, trying to push the distance between the flower-shaped wall and Jiang He outside to let him know where he was, hoping to be able to help. But then he thought, Jiang He's big knife was in his hand. Even if he saw where he was, what could he do? He mustn't let Jiang He get swallowed up too.

The flower seemed addicted to spinning rapidly, showing no sign of stopping. Murong Junlan was about to let it spin for a while when he faintly heard someone's mournful scream coming from above. Murong Junlan listened intently, but it didn't sound like Yan'er's voice. Whose voice was it? He couldn't recognize it. No, letting it spin around like this wasn't a good idea. He had to get out of there immediately. He hadn't seen Yan'er, and he was trapped.

Murong Junlan raised the knife above his head again and set up a restriction on the hilt. The restriction reduced the contact between his body and the flower core wall. With his desert lightness skill, he could slowly slide up. This method was indeed useful, but after an hour of rising, why couldn't he reach the top of the flower core?

Murong Junlan seemed to understand why they had let out such shrill screams. Perhaps it was out of fear. Was it because she hadn't heard Yan'er's voice that her skills weren't deep enough, and she was trapped inside, unable to move, or had she already fainted? The more Murong Junlan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He absolutely could not allow anything to happen to his Yan'er.

Murong Junlan held his breath, focused his dantian, mustered all his strength, pushed off with both feet, and slid upwards again. He refused to believe that the flower's heart had no end.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the time it takes to burn an incense stick, half an hour, an hour… Murong Junlan didn’t want to stop. He kept speeding up. He felt that this was not a contest of time, but a contest of speed. Why didn’t he fall this deep or this far when he first fell? This Flower Heart Path must be a demonic path. Since it is a demonic path, it should be dealt with using demonic methods.