He Lan Tianxia

Upon hearing that Jiang He had been rescued and brought back to the capital Yan, the Emperor and his grandmother rushed over immediately. The moment Jiang He opened his eyes, he saw two pairs of anxious eyes.

"Guard Jiang, you're awake. Where is the prince?"

"Where did the prince fall?"

Why didn't you protect him?

"..." Not knowing how to answer the Emperor about so many things, Jiang He began by recounting how Murong Junlan went to Wubei Kingdom to rescue the woman, and then reported to the Emperor about his fall into the abyss.

"This is outrageous! It's that witch's doing again!" The Emperor was furious. "If I ever see that witch again, I will tear her to pieces!"

"..." Jiang He dared not speak, thinking to himself, "Your Majesty, if you were to tear that woman to pieces, the Prince probably wouldn't even want to see you again."

Ten days after Jiang He returned to the city, Murong Junlan returned. Upon his return, he neither went to see the Emperor nor to pay respects to his grandmother, but instead hid in the Wenyuan Pavilion to research information.

He didn't go, but the Emperor and Empress Dowager couldn't sit still and came by themselves in their imperial carriage.

"Your Highness, the Emperor and the Empress Dowager have arrived," Jiang He reported as he entered.

"What are they doing here? Tell them I'm not here." Murong Junlan didn't even look up, continuing to search for information.

"..." Jiang He dared not move; he dared not tell this lie.

"What's wrong?" Murong Junlan saw Jiang He still standing there with a troubled expression. "Is it difficult? Just say that I slept."

"Yes." Jiang He turned around and almost bumped into the Emperor. He quickly knelt down and said, "This humble servant deserves to die."

The Emperor waved for Jiang He to leave, as he had no time to punish him. He chuckled at Murong Junlan and said, "My son, you're finally back."

"My dear grandson, come here and let your grandmother see you." Just as the grandmother was about to step forward, she heard Murong Junlan say coldly.

"You're all so free, aren't you?" Murong Junlan's anger hadn't subsided at all. If it weren't for the Emperor and his grandmother sending his Yan'er to a marriage alliance, none of this would have happened. Now that Yan'er's life or death was uncertain, he didn't want anyone bothering him.

"What kind of attitude is this?" The emperor was also getting angry.

"Father, haven't you realized that you've gone too far?" Murong Junlan abandoned the Emperor and his grandmother and left with his sleeves covering his face.

"It seems he's possessed by an evil spirit." The Empress Dowager's face was grave, filled with worry. She instructed the Emperor, "Quickly, summon a sorcerer to exorcise the demon outside the Prince's residence."

"This?" The Emperor was perplexed.

"What are you still standing there for? Look, if this continues, Lan'er will eventually exhaust that vixen to death."

On the night the Emperor and his grandmother left, a group of sorcerers came to the Prince's mansion to exorcise demons.

"Are those monks very free?" Murong Junlan threw out a question as soon as Jiang He entered the study.

"..." Jiang He was speechless at the Emperor and his grandmother's actions.

"Go, send a few guards to teach them martial arts, so they don't just sit around doing nothing all day."

"Yes, Your Highness." Jiang He accepted the order and left. And so, a group of sorcerers began practicing daily outside the Prince's residence, wielding long spears and lances with remarkable skill.

Jin Chuchu and Xia Muyao knew that Murong Junlan had returned, but they didn't dare to disturb him because they heard he was in a bad mood. Today, the Empress Dowager gave Jin Chuchu a task as soon as she arrived, so Jin Chuchu had no choice but to bite the bullet and go find Murong Junlan. As a result, the two of them were also thrown into the mage group to practice together, which made Jin Chuchu stomp her feet in anger and curse Murong Junlan as a pervert in her heart.

In the imperial library, Murong Junlan finally found records about the ancient secret passage, but the person who fell into the passage never returned. However, one record particularly excited Murong Junlan.

Historical records state: The Helan Mountains are an ancient and sacred land, stretching for eight thousand miles. The eastern foothills are majestic and magnificent, with steep cliffs and valleys; the southern foothills are covered with salt lakes, which are blue, white, red and black; the western foothills are covered with snow all year round; and the northern foothills are covered with sand and wind, a land of peace and tranquility.

Murong Junlan guessed that Jiang He had fallen to the southern slope, while he had fallen to the northern slope. Looking through the Qin Nan history books, the most likely explanation for Yan'er's fall was that she had fallen into the Er Snow Mountain. Fallen into a snow mountain? Murong Junlan trembled violently. He couldn't imagine a woman, too weak to even catch a chicken, surviving a fall into a snow mountain, especially after more than ten days had passed. He couldn't stop trembling, his mind blank with despair. He clenched his fists, unaware that his nails were digging into his flesh and drawing blood. He told himself he had to calm down, calm down, and calm down again. He splashed a spoonful of cold water on himself. He could imagine the longing in Yan'er's eyes amidst the vast white snow.

No, he had to go save Yan'er. Murong Junlan suddenly stood up and strode out when Jiang He entered.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Jiang He saw Murong Junlan, who was soaked to the bone. This was the second time Jiang He had seen the prince lose his composure, the same time he had seen him get caught in the rain at Broken Heart Cliff. He took out a secret letter from his pocket and presented it to him. "Your Highness, a secret letter from Qin Nanfeiying."

Murong Junlan snatched it away, unfolded it, and his dazed eyes immediately lit up. He hurriedly ordered, "Quickly, prepare the horses, and rush to Wubei Kingdom."

"Yes." Jiang He led over two fiery red hares and also brought the prince some clean clothes for him to change. The two then sped off towards the Wubei Kingdom.

Upon arriving in the Wubei Kingdom, Qin Nan had been waiting for them for some time. He secretly welcomed the two disguised individuals into his study, then presented Murong Junlan with a yellowed scroll: "Your Highness, this contains a record of a precedent for the resurrection of the Black Tyrant Flower. Would you be willing to give it a try?"

“Let’s try the secret passage.” Murong Junlan didn’t even consider it. In the past few days, he had found the way to Mount Erxue, but the mountain was high and the forest was dense, and the snow was quite deep. It would take forever to get there. Now that there was a shortcut, he was more than happy to take it. No matter how dangerous the shortcut was, he would not hesitate.

The three of them arrived at the Wild Overlord Wall but still couldn't see anything. Murong Junlan asked Qin Nan, "What does it mean to live on the red earth?"

"Your Highness, the records say that the Black King Flower is the key to opening the ancient secret passage, but it withers as soon as it leaves the stem, only to revive when it encounters red soil. After reviving, it can open the ancient secret passage again." Qin Nan repeated the historical record.

"Jiang He, find Chi Tu."

The three of them searched all morning at the site of the former Wild Tyrant's Wall but couldn't find any red soil. The secret passage contained only yellowish-black soil and stones. Murong Junlan then took out Qin Nan's history books and studied them again, but still couldn't find any flaws.

Was a restriction placed? Murong Junlan removed the ancient restriction again, but still couldn't find the Wild Overlord Wall.

"What is red?" Murong Junlan asked Jiang He, sitting on a rock.

"Your Highness, is red the same as 'red'?"

"What is red?" Murong Junlan then asked.

"Your Highness, blood is red."

“Yes, blood.” Murong Junlan was immediately overjoyed.

Qin Nan, who had been silent all along, slashed his wrist with his sword, and blood immediately dripped onto the yellowish-black earth without a sound. Jiang He also slashed his wrist, and blood dripped onto the spot without any reaction. Murong Junlan raised his sword and brought it down, and blood spurted out.

"Your Highness." Jiang He's voice rose to his throat at Murong Junlan's impulsiveness, but what happened next stunned everyone. The ground splattered with Murong Junlan's blood visibly sprouted a line of red earth, extending forward. Where the Wild Tyrant Wall had stood, the area of ​​red earth rapidly expanded, forming a living, breathing Wild Tyrant Wall that imposingly blocked the three of them.

"Your Highness, we succeeded." Qin Nan, who had been on tenterhooks, finally relaxed his tense nerves.

"Your Highness, we really can recreate the ancient secret passage. Look, the Black Tyrant Flower has returned to the top." Even the usually meticulous Jiang He showed a rare excitement.

Murong Junlan walked to the Wild King Wall, took out a handkerchief, pressed it against the Black King Flower, and pulled hard, shooting out a stream of black mist. However, having learned from their previous experience, they easily dodged it this time, and an ancient secret passage secretly opened up before them.

"You all stay here, I'll go in alone." Murong Junlan strode forward without hesitation.

"Your Highness, I will go too." Jiang He was about to go in.

“Yes, I’ll go too.” Qin Nan also lifted his foot.

"Go back!" Murong Junlan's attitude was resolute. He left these words behind and rushed into the abyss. "Protect the secret passage well and wait for me to come back."