He Lan Tianxia

"Sect Master..." The octopus tried its best to explain how rich the spiritual energy of this little spirit was, but before it could finish speaking, the Sect Master had already turned around and entered. Only two rows of fireballs and the bewildered octopus remained in the Heavenly Pavilion, along with the little spirit Yan'er that the octopus had thrown on the ground.

The octopus glanced at the two rows of solemn fireballs, then walked back to the little spirit aura. Reluctantly, it used its claws to gently push the aura back onto its head, hoping to absorb as much spiritual energy as possible before returning it. It thought to itself, "The Pavilion Master couldn't have missed the precious spiritual energy on the little spirit aura, could he? Why did he leave?" Perhaps he was worried about those outside and wanted to avoid attracting trouble. In that case, it had no choice but to send the little spirit aura away.

Octopus, carrying the little spirit, walked out of the Lihen Pavilion, looking back several times. A gust of wind blew by, and its small painted boat shot towards it like an arrow across the vast expanse of misty water, its speed several times faster than that of its master. Octopus went from surprise to fear, then to disorientation, until the small painted boat stopped in front of it, the splashing water hitting its face. Only then did Octopus remember that it had to escape. With a few tugs of its claws, it grabbed the little spirit and fled back into the Lihen Pavilion.

The fireball inside the pavilion remained solemn, but the octopus ignored it and hurriedly went into the inner pavilion.

Boom! The first explosion resounded outside the Lihen Tiantian Pavilion. Fireballs rushed out to block them. Another explosion followed, shattering dozens of fireballs into pieces. The octopus saw several pieces of rock shaken off the pavilion master's cave entrance. As the third explosion echoed outside, the pavilion master's stone door swung open, and the pavilion master strode out, still wearing his tiger and wolf mask. He glanced at the octopus at the inner cave entrance, still wearing a woman's mask, and his face darkened instantly. He commanded the octopus:

"Go, return it to them."

The octopus didn't know why it was so fixated on this little bit of spiritual energy. It wasn't one to act recklessly, but since it had brought the little spiritual energy in, it wanted the Pavilion Master to feel its richness. It believed the Pavilion Master, being a martial artist, would definitely be able to sense spiritual energy. So, when the octopus made its fourth boom outside, it shrank its head, stretched out its legs, and risked its life to lower the little spiritual energy, Yan'er, from its head, presenting it to the Pavilion Master. The Pavilion Master's already dark face darkened even more. This octopus had been following them for thousands of years without ever doing anything out of line; what was wrong with it today?

At this moment, another row of guards, their fireballs scattered and broken, rushed in. It seemed that after three or four more bombardments, the Lihentian Pavilion would collapse. The Pavilion Master glanced impatiently at the trembling gate, then, for the first time through his mask, looked at the woman the octopus had risked being turned into fish cakes to deliver. His expression behind the mask froze. The Pavilion Master asked sternly:

Who are these people from outside?

“It’s a man and a gorilla,” the octopus answered truthfully.

"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, there is also a white-haired woman who just arrived," a talking fireball replied.

"A curse." The Pavilion Master uttered the two words through clenched teeth.

At this moment, the octopus stood there with its head down, waiting for the overwhelming punishment, when it heard the Pavilion Master order: "Block the Eight Caves Gate."

"Blocked?" The octopus thought it had misheard. It secretly looked up and saw that the fireballs had all crowded to the entrance of the pavilion and blocked the door.