He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master gave chase, one after the other. But the black dragon escaped incredibly fast, its tail whipping through the tower before disappearing. The Pavilion Master threw a barrage of Ice Lotus Swords at the dragon, but they failed to harm it in the slightest. The Pavilion Master was about to give chase when Murong Junlan called him back.

"Old man, old tree spirit." Murong Junlan called twice but received no response. His feint attack was intended to make the hidden black dragon reveal a weakness, and he had indeed overdone it. "Sect Master, go and see if that old man is still alive?"

The sect leader searched around for a while, then came over carrying the old tree spirit whose neck had been twisted. He was about to throw it over, but couldn't bear to do it, so he casually placed it in front of Murong Junlan.

The old tree spirit looked aggrieved and pitifully gazed at Murong Junlan, pouting as he said, "Your Highness, you've even twisted my neck."

"Really?" Murong Junlan walked over and patted the old tree spirit's neck. The old tree spirit cried out in pain and was about to curse when he turned his neck again and again. Hmm? It seems much better. He turned his neck several more times in a row, then exclaimed in delight.

"Your Highness, my neck seems to be fine now." After saying this, the old tree spirit jumped in front of Murong Junlan, stretched out his neck, and pleaded, "Your Highness, please do it again."

Murong Junlan turned his head away and was about to leave when the old tree spirit jumped in front of him and bent down again, "Your Highness, I beg you."

"You're sick." Murong Junlan strode up the stone steps to the next level of the tower.

Having tasted the sweetness of success, the tree spirit knew that since Prince Murong's slap on the neck brought immediate relief, another slap would surely be even more pleasurable. So, it was determined to get the prince to slap it again. Its eyes darted around, and with a roll, it stood in front of Murong Junlan, shamelessly flashing a bright smile at the prince. Then, it leaped to Lingyi, who was now in front of the prince. It thought Lingyi would feel better now, so it could stay there too, allowing the prince to slap it whenever he wanted.

Murong Junlan was truly angry. He glared at the old tree spirit, and a sudden surge of anger welled up within him. Sure enough, he reached out and slapped the tree spirit hard.

The old tree spirit felt a surge of happiness as it watched the large hand descend. It closed its eyes and quietly enjoyed the anticipated blissful pat.

With a resounding slap, Murong Junlan's large, thick hand landed, loud and substantial, the impact sending a jolt through my entire body. Wait a minute, why can't I move my neck?

"Your Highness, wrong picture, wrong picture! I can't move my neck, I can't move it!" The old tree spirit tilted his head and looked at Prince Murong, crying for help.

Murong Junlan walked past as if he hadn't heard, and the old tree spirit followed at an angle. The Sect Master, unable to bear it any longer, tapped the old man's neck with the hilt of the Ice Lotus Sword he had just sheathed, feeling a refreshing, icy coolness. The old tree spirit spun 360 degrees to the left, then 360 degrees to the right, exclaiming with delight, "Ah, Sect Master, this move feels even better! Again, again..."

The sect leader glanced speechlessly at the old tree spirit, then chased after Murong Junlan, with the old tree spirit hopping and skipping after him.

Ahead, a fishy, ​​damp, and chilly smell wafted on the wind, like water plants soaked through years of decay. Then, a series of soft, dense rustling sounds arose from the grass—not from the wind, but from something swaying along the ground, spreading in from all directions, overwhelming everything. This was followed by the old tree spirit's desperate cries for help…