He Lan Tianxia

After its rebirth, the octopus ran several times faster than before. However, after running for a while, the octopus jumped into the snow lotus pond, and several lush snow lotuses disappeared into the snow, presumably eaten by the octopus.

Murong Junlan and Yan'er sped along the edge of the snow lotus pond, with a white-haired woman chasing after them. The three of them looked rather lonely in this icy and snowy landscape, as lonely as three wandering wild wolves.

Murong Junlan increasingly felt that this place seemed different from the lotus pond where they first met, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Right, she couldn't find Jiang He.

Murong Junlan glanced back at the white-haired woman who was about to catch up, and then took a moment to look at his beloved, whom he had been longing for day and night. He dared not stop, as that crazy white-haired woman was no pushover. So he asked her a heartwarming question.

"My beloved concubine, are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine," Yan'er replied.

"Have they given you any trouble these days?"

"No, I'm fine." After saying that, Yan'er broke free from Murong Junlan's hand and actually started running forward on her own. Her lightness skill impressed Murong Junlan.

Indeed, people need experience to improve. However, Murong Junlan suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He could guess how difficult things had been for his Yan'er recently. Without him by her side, she must have experienced a lot of fear and anxiety. Thinking this, Murong Junlan quickened his pace to catch up, took Yan'er's hand again, and even hugged her tightly. He didn't want her to continue training; he wanted to be by her side forever, to be her guardian angel for life.

Lost in thought for a moment, the white-haired woman caught up with them. She overtook them, stopped, slowly turned around, and coldly uttered a single sentence.

"Leave the Crimson Spirit Pearl and the Sea Turtle Pearl to me, and I will not be your enemy in the future."

Yan'er stared blankly at the white-haired woman for a moment, then snorted, "Unless you take my life."

"Then prepare to die." The white-haired woman didn't waste any more words with Yan'er. This woman, who was once so frail—no, she should be called someone who couldn't do anything, someone who couldn't even catch a chicken—had actually failed to capture her a few days ago, and had even managed to attract the sea turtle pearl on her body on the night of the full moon. This was a disgrace to her. The white-haired woman grew angrier the more she thought about it. She unleashed the Deathly Cold Yin Palm repeatedly. She knew that dealing with these two was like gnawing on an old bone, something very sharp and thorny. The white-haired woman's Deadly Demonic Palm could even stir up a layer of flying snow on the ground.

Murong Junlan made his move. His silence just now was merely a preparation for how to deliver a fatal blow, hoping to make this persistent, clingy person disappear on their own.

With a flick of his wrist, Murong Junlan's broadsword flew out of his hand. This was a new fighting technique he had just developed. His thin rope followed immediately, the end of which was wrapped around the hilt of the broadsword. Let's call it a spinning blade for now.

The white-haired woman felt the sharp wind of the blade approaching. She was taken aback. This Murong Junlan seemed to have a slight edge in swordsmanship and skill compared to when he was in Du Yan Kingdom. What the white-haired woman didn't know was that during the opportunity to practice with Yan'er at Anqiao Temple, their martial arts had improved considerably. When the Ice Lotus Heart fell on the island and was bound, he also came up with several new fighting methods. At this moment, he only had a knife in his hand, which was obviously inferior to the thin rope. Little did he know that his Yan'er had actually taken both thin ropes. With the thin ropes back, it was clear that she wanted to make use of the strengths of the thin rope and the broadsword. The arrival of the white-haired woman was a good opportunity to test the feasibility of this combined fighting method.

The broadsword whistled as Murong Junlan wielded it, and the white-haired woman parried each move with deadly precision; the two masters were locked in combat once more. Yan'er, standing to the side, no longer watched with the usual stunned expression, but instead picked up her thin rope and began practicing alongside them.

As she practiced, "Hmm? I'm stuck!" Yan'er turned around and saw that the octopus had reappeared sometime earlier, its large claw now gripping the other end of the thin rope. She pulled hard, but couldn't pull it back. She pulled again, but still couldn't budge it. The octopus, however, used its other claw to pull the rope up, and with a sudden burst of strength, it pulled Yan'er over. Its other legs wrapped around her, and Yan'er was trapped. The octopus rolled away, and together they tumbled into the ice lotus pond and disappeared.

The two, who were locked in a fierce battle, heard a splash and realized that Yan'er was gone. They immediately stopped fighting and rushed into the pool. Murong Junlan jumped in, while the white-haired woman pushed with both hands, creating a thick spray of icy water that shattered several blooming lotus flowers, leaving a pool of broken pieces.