He Lan Tianxia

There were no obstacles along the way, so smooth that it made people wonder if they had entered the wrong place. Murong Junlan reminded the Pavilion Master several times whether this was the right way, and the Pavilion Master nodded affirmatively each time. Since those who had been here before did not doubt it, then they must have come to the right place.

"How many days did it take you to arrive last time?" The two of them had been walking for two days and two nights without stopping, and Ling Yi was starting to have some doubts, but he didn't dare to ask. As a subordinate, Ling Yi was absolutely competent. However, Murong Junlan couldn't help but ask this time.

"Three or four days, I guess? I didn't keep track of the time. I just want to get to the nineteenth level of the Demon Tower as soon as possible and see the Demon Lord." The Pavilion Master recalled for a moment and added, "It seems that I smelled the fragrance of ice and snow lotus all the way, but the fragrance disappeared when I arrived."

"Lingyi, your nose is very sensitive, pay close attention."

"Understood, Your Highness."

The three of them hurriedly walked for another day, holding their breath, but nothing happened. It was as calm as walking on an ordinary road. This calmness was more suffocating and draining than any danger.

The Pavilion Master wiped the sweat from his forehead and had to admit that his body, which had been poisoned, was significantly weaker. If it weren't for the Azure Eagle refining the elixir in time, he probably wouldn't be able to breathe by now.

"Give me a few pills." Although Murong Junlan didn't say anything, he could clearly sense that the Pavilion Master's internal energy was insufficient. He took out a handful of pills from his sleeve and threw them to the Pavilion Master.

The pavilion master took a look and chuckled, "Your Highness, what if your body can't handle eating so much all at once?"

"Which is more worthwhile, being unable to sustain it or being unable to bear it?" Murong Junlan was so focused on checking the situation ahead that he didn't even have time to feel how exhausted he was.

That's how people are sometimes. When you're focused on doing something or saving someone, you temporarily forget about your body's limits. That emptiness only returns to its original state after you've completed the task.

"Your Highness, quickly take a few pills, I feel we're almost there." The Pavilion Master's words were like a shot of adrenaline to the other two. Murong Junlan, who had been hesitating about how many pills to take, immediately grabbed a handful and threw them into his mouth upon hearing the Pavilion Master's words. He knew that the poison in his body had not been cured.

Murong Junlan casually tossed a handful to Ling Yi, who didn't refuse, because getting himself into peak condition in this unknown territory was something he had to do well.

"Your Highness, the fragrance of the Snow Lotus has vanished." As soon as Ling Yi finished speaking, a cloud of black mist billowed out, and the demon lord of the nineteenth-floor Demon Tower smiled wickedly, a voice of indistinct gender drifting over.

"Sect Master, we meet again. However, it's several days later than I expected, no, a long time. I've been getting impatient."

"Demon Lord, have you seen two women?" The Pavilion Master looked up and saw that the Demon Tower, shrouded in black mist, was completely dark.

"What woman? I only like men here."

"Heh, I've forgotten. The Pavilion Master doesn't like just anyone." The Pavilion Master deliberately provoked the Nine Demon Tower Master, knowing that a person is more likely to make mistakes when their emotions are unstable.

After exhaling a burst of black mist behind him, the Demon Lord extended his long-fingered finger and flicked the string of beads hanging from his forehead, chuckling, "Sect Master, you truly understand me too well. How about this, now that you're back, don't leave again. I'll bestow upon you boundless wealth and glory, how about it?"

Murong Junlan got goosebumps just hearing the Demon Lord's voice.

"I'm not fortunate enough for that, Demon Lord. You should find someone else." The Pavilion Master dispelled this guy's illusions about him.

"Sect Master, I have been waiting for you. I knew you would come back." The Demon Lord only talked about his affairs and did not care whether the Sect Master was listening or not.

"how you said that?"

"Because of the Crimson Spirit Spring water that I forcibly took from you last time, I put some poison in it." After saying this, the Nine Demon Tower Master lightly covered his face and chuckled, "I just wonder who drank the poison and died?"

Upon hearing this, the Pavilion Master breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Prince Murong, smiling with a sense of relief. Murong Junlan was also secretly glad that his shady little scheme had actually saved everyone's lives.

Ling Yi, however, shivered, thinking that if he drank it, he would turn into water instead of taking human form. For the first time, Ling Yi's hope of taking human form wavered; it seemed that he no longer needed it so urgently.