He Lan Tianxia

Suddenly, the flute music stopped abruptly. Then came a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry, sand flew up from the ground, and the valley echoed with a wild, unrestrained roar. The sky instantly turned black, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Murong Junlan called out softly to Pavilion Master Lingyi. He felt somewhat relieved after the two responded. He had tried to open the Dark Realm through meditation in the dark, but failed.

The sound of the flute suddenly rose, deafening like thunder, followed by an explosive sound that filled the sky and was deafening. Murong Junlan casually set up a restriction behind him towards the Pavilion Master Ling Yi, and a deafening tiger's roar crashed down, causing Murong Junlan to feel a momentary pain in his head.

As lightning flashed, dozens of tigers were seen gazing down with their jaws wide open in a blinding light. Had they not been seasoned veterans, they would likely have been terrified.

I've seen this scene before. The Pavilion Master leaped up and spun away. Murong Junlan followed suit.

Is this a snatching from a tiger's mouth? Even the well-informed Lingyi felt that the Prince and the Pavilion Master were being a bit rash. But what did Lingyi have to fear, nestled in the Prince's arms?

The tiger heads were taken aback. It had intended to strike first to scare the opponent away, but these few did not play by the rules and went against the tide. Their momentum was even stronger than its tiger head formation. It seemed that it had met its match.

A deafening roar, like a giant god beating war drums above the clouds, shook the very core of one's being. Immediately afterward, a series of muffled thunderclaps rolled in from afar, like iron wheels laden with fury crushing the cobblestones of the sky. A pale bolt of lightning ripped through the darkness, and seconds later, an even louder roar exploded, seemingly threatening to engulf the entire night sky in its howl and roar.

Suddenly, Murong Junlan held the purple bamboo flute to his lips, while the Pavilion Master flicked his wrist, grasping the white jade flute, and a melody burst forth amidst the thunder. A tiger roared, and the melody played in duel. Thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and roars roared; in the darkness, it seemed as if a thousand horses were galloping to the rapid, staccato bowing of the strings, and swords clashed in the clash of cymbals.

Suddenly, Murong Junlan changed the tune, and a melody of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" emerged, its profound sound subtle and elusive, a music for few. Lofty as Mount Tai, vast as the Yangtze River, serene as a valley. As the east wind gradually brought forth the dawn, the roars of tigers and the cries of dragons faded away, and in the instant of sunrise, a ray of light returned to the world.

In the clear, bright light of day, a wisp of flute music drifted from afar, soft and ethereal, like a distant, otherworldly chant. A colorful silk ribbon painted with a tiger's head floated down, on which was written:

Duckweed drifts with the waves, a single reed carries it on its course.

Murong Junlan reached out and caught it; the colorful silk instantly turned to ashes. A flute melody drifted closer, gentle and soothing, plaintive and evocative. A door swung open rapidly, as if entering an empty room, and a small white rabbit leaped into view.

Murong Junlan looked up and saw that the little white rabbit's red eyes were captivating, and before he knew it, his entire soul had been stolen away.

"Your Highness, it seems we've cleared the level and reached the fifth floor." The Pavilion Master glanced at the little rabbit, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Don't look into its eyes," Murong Junlan reminded the Pavilion Master. No sooner had he spoken than a soft "poof" was heard, and the little white rabbit pounced on the restriction in Murong Junlan's hand. Due to the force of the attack, or perhaps the rabbit's sharp teeth that broke through, the restriction shattered, and its limp body fell to the ground with a crack.

Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master rushed to the rescue, but they did not expect the little white rabbit to be so fast. In an instant, it carried Lingyi, who was unable to move, away.

Murong Junlan threw out a thin rope to stop it, and the Pavilion Master used five Ice Lotus Swords to chase after it, but the little white rabbit escaped in an instant.