He Lan Tianxia

The fifth floor isn't big, but there's just no way to find the little white rabbit. Going up to the sixth floor or down to the fourth is impossible, because they're blocking the stairs.

Where did it go? Even if the little white rabbit can transform, Lingyi can't. The tower is empty. Could there be a hole underfoot?

"Your Highness, here you go." The Pavilion Master tossed over two Ice Lotus Swords. Murong Junlan didn't say much, catching them with his bare hands and banging them on the ground. The Pavilion Master did the same, but he used all three swords at once. In no time, the five-story tower was filled with dust from the two highly skilled martial artists poking at it. Strangely, they couldn't find any holes, not even a tiny hole that could hide a cockroach. It seemed the tower was quite sturdy.

"Your Highness, have you ever heard of a cunning rabbit having three burrows?" the Pavilion Master suddenly asked.

"The problem is we haven't found a single cave." Murong Junlan pointed to several more gaps. "Lingyi couldn't have been hidden so quickly. Could it be a restriction spell?"

Murong Junlan waved his hand, his divine sense entering the restriction, but there was no one there. Vanished into thin air? That was too skillful; they disappeared right under his nose, which must have hurt his pride.

The sect leader tapped the wall with his sword, making a solid sound. It shouldn't be empty inside. Could it be that the little white rabbit knows the art of burrowing underground?

"Ha." Murong Junlan moved his hand and suddenly said, "This is like trying to hide something obvious."

The minister understood and interjected, "Wang Er next door didn't steal it."

Then, Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master began their game of chess, seemingly oblivious to everyone else. The game resembled a fight, yet it wasn't entirely a fight. A thin rope danced like a black dragon tearing through the sky, its ten-foot-long tip whistling through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. Sometimes it seemed like thunder exploding, startling crows in the autumn chill; sometimes it was like a serpent's tail shredding fallen petals. A black shadow danced, the whip tip touching the ground and sparking like fire. As it circled, it formed a black vortex around him, as if a primordial beast had raised its head and hissed. A crisp crack at the end tore through the twilight, the aftershock like the reverberation of metal and stone lingering long afterward.

Another sword danced like thunder tearing through silk, its cold blade cleaving the twilight with a chilling roar. Its silver edge thrust like a white rainbow piercing the sun, then swirled like a dragon exploring the abyss. The sword tassel fluttered, stirring the candlelight in the room, and in an instant, a shower of blue light rained down, making it impossible to tell whether the sword's brilliance illuminated the moonlight or the moonlight permeated the sword's edge. As it finished its strike, the resounding clang still echoed in the rafters, and frost fell softly onto their robes.

With a flick of his wrist, Murong Junlan said, "Ascending the high city walls brings a thousand miles of sorrow."

With the Ice Lotus Sword blocking, the Pavilion Master said, "The reeds and willows resemble a riverbank."

The delicate rope swirled around the moon, and Murong Junlan said, "The clouds rise over the stream as the sun sets over the pavilion."

The ice lotus flower struck straight at the heart of the enemy, and the pavilion master said, "A storm is brewing, and the wind fills the tower."

After retracting his order, Murong Junlan said, "Birds descend upon the green grass of Qin Garden at dusk."

Ice Lotus bowed and declined, and the Pavilion Master said, "Cicadas chirp among yellow leaves in the Han Palace in autumn."

The fine threads of time have washed away the years, and Murong Junlan said, "Travelers, do not ask about the events of yesteryear."

The snow lotus sings a solitary song, and the pavilion master says, "The Wei River flows eastward from our homeland."

Inside the tower, wild geese soar through the snow, petals fall in profusion, a torrent of rain cascades down, the slanting moon startles the heavens, causing the Milky Way to overflow, silver arrows carrying thunder pierce the nine heavens, and a deafening roar fills the earth and sky like collapsing mountains. A thousand armies and ten thousand horses form a battle array in the rain, shaking the eaves and iron horses of the human world to clang and clatter.

After a fierce battle, a wisp of dust suddenly rose from somewhere inside the tower, and a large white rabbit descended from the sky. Its two fiery red eyes blazed with scarlet fury, as if it were about to erupt like a volcano of suppressed resentment. Its two large ears stood up, sharp as swords, stabbing towards Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master respectively.

"What kind of ears are these? They can not only extend, but also turn!" Murong Junlan snorted and chose to fight directly. Murong Junlan swung his rope and chopped down the long ears, while the Pavilion Master's Ice Lotus Sword thrust at the white rabbit's belly. With a sizzle, the white rabbit dodged the rope but not the Ice Lotus Sword, and its belly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Before the white rabbit could recover, Murong Junlan's second rope struck. The white rabbit was fighting back with all its might, using its ears, but little did it know that Murong Junlan's thin rope would hit its tail. Oops, it even gently hooked the tail, causing a sudden reversal. Good heavens, this is going to kill it!

Just then, the Pavilion Master's second sword strike arrived. The white rabbit twisted its tail and shrank its belly, but it was attacked from both sides, and the two masters were not to be underestimated. With a soft "poof," the white rabbit's belly instantly split open, and Lingyi rolled out from inside.

Strangely, the big white rabbit's belly closed up again, but it instantly turned back into a small white rabbit and disappeared under the cover of a wisp of white smoke.