He Lan Tianxia

Time flew by, and Murong Junlan's speed also increased. He calculated that more than half a day had passed. The ice lotus heart that had fallen in just a few seconds had taken so long to emerge, and the mournful cry was becoming clearer and clearer.

Invulnerable to swords and spears? And unable to escape? Then there's this mystical, unpredictable sound of magic? Is this a dead end?

Although Murong Junlan possessed profound skills, wasting them on this fruitless endeavor seemed like a poor strategy. Since he couldn't reach the top, he decided to descend, but there appeared to be no path below. Yet, sometimes, no path is still a path. With this thought in mind, Murong Junlan picked up his broadsword and slashed it down at his feet.

The core of the lotus flower remained intact. Hmm, it seems the rotation has slowed down. So that's your weakness. Without a second thought, Murong Junlan picked up his broadsword and slashed dozens of times. The snow lotus's core, after its initial hesitation, finally stopped rotating. Murong Junlan wasn't going to give the snow lotus a moment's respite, and continued to apply pressure with even greater force. Under the blows of the broadsword, the base of the snow lotus began to writhe and twist incessantly.

"Ha, what kind of logic is this? Is this some kind of feint attack? A direct strike doesn't hurt, but a strike to another spot is unbearable. Finally, I've got the hang of it." Murong Junlan flicked his wrist, setting up several large barriers, pushing the two walls apart as much as possible, and then, for the first time ever, leaving a large gap underneath. This was his only innovation in setting up barriers. Then, he gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands and used all his strength to perform a vertical cleavage.

With a crash, Murong Junlan's feet sank like a landslide beneath his broadsword. Unexpectedly, the ground beneath his feet was so fragile that he lost control and plummeted down with the blade. Danger! If the broadsword struck the ground, the rebound force would surely send him crashing down. Murong Junlan immediately took a deep breath, his "Lazy Man's Secret Manual" activated, instantly slowing his descent by half. He swiftly pulled the broadsword back up, raising it above his head once more.

It has to be said that the Lai Ren Secret Manual is indeed a treasure in a critical moment. Even the old man who founded it in the treasure room probably couldn't have predicted its power. However, he is currently dozing in the treasure room. If he saw this scene, he would definitely be so happy that he would frantically knock on the stone door of the Emperor's secluded cultivation to show off.

Murong Junlan continued to fall. He had no intention of stopping. Although the Lai Ren Secret Manual could slow down his descent, he was more eager to fall to the bottom as soon as possible and find his Yan'er.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea felt like an eternity to Murong Junlan. He didn't even notice the increasingly strong floral fragrance, and on several occasions he even withdrew the power of the Lai Ren Secret Manual, lowering his level again and again.

With a thud, Murong Junlan fell into the heart of a snow lotus flower once again.

What's going on? The fragrance of this flower's heart is even stronger. If Murong Junlan had forgotten the scent of the flower before, this sneeze directly reminded him that the fragrance here could not be ignored.

Achoo! Murong Junlan sneezed again. He covered his nose with his hand, but not for too long, and took a quick breath.

ah-

Murong Junlan immediately held his breath, amplifying the power of the "Lazy Man's Secret Manual" once more, and his body rapidly plummeted downwards. Only then did Murong Junlan manage to focus a little on the fragrance emanating from the flower's heart. The previous flower had a faint jasmine scent, but this one possessed a gradually intensifying magnolia fragrance. Murong Junlan dared not inhale deeply, fearing the fragrance might contain poison; accidentally inhaling it would be disastrous.

Another cup of tea's time passed. Murong Junlan fell into the heart of another flower. The fragrance of this flower was even stronger than the previous two. Murong Junlan vaguely felt that the fragrance of these flowers was trying to suffocate him directly in the gentle embrace of the fragrance. At this moment, he realized that the Ice Lotus was trying to kill him with its fragrance invisibly.

In a daze, there was a thud, and his foot got stuck on something. Murong Junlan was overjoyed, thinking he had reached the bottom. He was just about to take his broadsword down from above when he suddenly lunged forward and almost crashed into the flower-shaped wall. He pushed against the wall with his other hand, while simultaneously stomping his foot on the ground to test its firmness.

With a snap, the thing beneath his feet broke open, creating a large hole, and he involuntarily fell again. Because he had just stepped on something real, the sudden drop almost made his heart leap into his throat. Although Murong Junlan possessed profound skills, the constant descent, coupled with the exertion of the past half-day, was starting to take his body out of control. So, he abandoned his lazy man's secret technique of using luck and resigned himself to his fate as he fell.

Yes, he could feel it; this time, the fragrance of the flower center was that of oriental lilies.