He Lan Tianxia

Down below won't work, so does he have to go back up? Murong Junlan raised his broadsword above his head again. He calmed his breath and activated his Lazy Man's Manual. He slowly rose, gradually increasing his speed. After a short while, he slowly opened his eyes. What? He was still in the underworld, as if he hadn't moved at all.

Murong Junlan didn't want to go any higher. He slashed his broadsword to the left and right again, but found nothing new.

It's impossible for him to have no weaknesses? Hmm? He fell into the underworld. If the octopus and his Yan'er weren't on this path, were there other paths? This suffocating underworld couldn't be the kind of path that octopus usually takes, but this guy seems to like to crawl into dark caves. Besides, it probably doesn't need to see where it's going, right?

Murong Junlan grew increasingly confused, mainly because his Yan'er had been snatched away by the octopus. It happened every time; whenever he worried about Yan'er, he couldn't control his wild thoughts. Right now, Yan'er was not far from him, yet it felt like an insurmountable mountain separated them. Soft approaches didn't work, forceful intervention didn't work, and giving up was out of the question. Murong Junlan was at a loss.

"Lan'er, I'm giving you three brocade pouches. If you encounter any difficulties, you can open one at any time. However, the pouches cannot be reused. Unless it's absolutely necessary, you'd better find a way yourself, because I won't give you any more after you've used them all."

Murong Junlan touched the brocade pouch in his pocket, then withdrew his hand. He knew that there were no difficulties or dangers on the road to finding the Transformation Pill, and this dark path was nothing to him. He was hesitating whether to use it or not when he remembered the instructions his master had given him when he went down the mountain.

"Lan'er, when you're unsure whether to use the brocade pouch, close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and if you still haven't figured out a solution after taking three breaths, then open one."

Murong Junlan immediately closed his eyes, instantly relaxing his mind. He took a few slow breaths, and his mind became much clearer. There was no underworld, no obstacles; before him stretched an endless pool of ice and snow lotus flowers. The blooming ice and snow lotus flowers swayed gracefully, pure and clean under the azure sky. His Yan'er stood on the ice and snow lotus flowers, her flowing robes dancing, as beautiful and ethereal as a lotus fairy. In this scene, Murong Junlan opened his eyes, his brows relaxed, and he smiled gently. He moved closer to Yan'er in a flash, gazing tenderly at the person beside him, and suddenly embraced her in his arms.

The surrounding ice and snow lotus flowers suddenly retreated, the octopus disappeared, the previous fireball vanished, the volcano became as calm as the blue sky, and the fiery crater was suddenly covered with lush green grass, a scene of breathtaking beauty...

Murong Junlan opened his eyes again and gasped. Where was the lush greenery?

The crater, ablaze with flames, was filled with two rows of fireballs, their flames blazing fiercely. In the crimson light, an octopus coiled its eight tentacles, and on its bald head sat a large snow lotus, upon which sat his beloved concubine, He Yan'er, on a tiger-skin chair.

Murong Junlan was furious. He even forgot how he came from the underworld. Without thinking, he swung his broadsword and then threw a thin rope to hit several of the octopus's tentacles.

Puff, puff, puff.

Two rows of fireballs kept hitting the broadsword, as if they could have driven it into the ground, but instead, they kept hitting it and then kicking it, until the broadsword was finally in front of the octopus.

Just as the octopus stretched out its claws to catch the broadsword, Murong Junlan swung his thin rope, forcing the octopus to abandon its sword and parry. In an instant, the broadsword was returned to Murong Junlan's hand. This was the Broadsword Return Technique, and the person who used this move must have profound skill.