He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 241 Eight Clawed Fish: Revenge, Enemy and Friend

*Snap.* The octopus suddenly flipped over and stood upright. Whether it was confused from being inside or something, as soon as its big head emerged, a stream of black ink gushed out. Fortunately, Murong Junlan reacted quickly, grabbing Yan'er and turning sharply to dodge it. Murong Dubai, however, was in trouble. His eyes, which had just slightly opened, were plunged into darkness before he could even see what was happening. The bald head, regardless of its weight, along with the mud and ink splattered on it, easily sent the already frail Murong Dubai back into the world of darkness.

Murong Junlan made his move. He turned around and delivered a fierce palm strike to the octopus, causing it to see stars. But the octopus was a tough nut to crack and charged at Murong Junlan with its eyes closed.

Since you're not afraid of death, then I'll fight you to the end. Murong Junlan simply started fighting the octopus. The octopus attacked wildly, but it was no match for Murong Junlan. Coupled with the fatigue of its journey, after Murong Junlan unleashed his tenth palm strike, the octopus finally collapsed with a crack in the ice lotus pond.

Seeing the slightly trembling paws, Murong Junlan stopped. He turned his gaze back to Yan'er in his arms. Although her face was splattered with a little mud, her delicate and refined face was still incredibly adorable, and a tiny drop of clear water still clung to her exquisite little nose. As Murong Junlan looked at her, his gaze softened involuntarily. Finally, as if no one else was around, he lowered his head and gently kissed the little face with its furrowed brows.

"Please, please save the Pavilion Master!" Octopus suddenly knelt down with a thud.

Murong Junlan instinctively pulled Yan'er into his arms, unsure of what trouble this octopus might suddenly cause.

The octopus, lying disheveled on the ground, continued to plead, "Your Highness, please give me the Crimson Spirit Spring Water! Our Pavilion Master is terminally ill. Look, this Crimson Spirit Spring has been lush and green for thousands of years. Ever since our Pavilion Master went to retrieve the water, he has been bedridden. The Fireball Guards said that our Pavilion Master was ambushed by the Nine Demon Tower Master while retrieving the water and was unfortunately poisoned and injured. Now, our Pavilion Master has secluded himself for cultivation, but because his power has been greatly diminished, he is powerless to restore the lushness of the Ice Lotus Pond. Your Highness, please return the Crimson Spirit Spring Water to you, for the sake of the fact that our Pavilion Master gave it to you back then."

"Why should I reply to you? Didn't you already smash the Crimson Spirit Spring water jar?" Murong Junlan said impatiently.

“Give him to me.” The octopus claw pointed at Murong Dubai on the ground.

"Why would I give him to you?" Murong Junlan looked at this disheveled and unreliable fellow with suspicion. "Are you going to cook him for your sect leader?"

“No.” The octopus shook its head.

"Then what should we do?" Murong Junlan asked, looking puzzled.

“Refine him, he has Crimson Spirit Spring Water in his belly.” The octopus’s sudden idea almost made Murong Junlan faint with anger. It turned out that big head was just for show.

"If you were to refine him and feed him to your sect leader, I reckon your sect leader's head would be bigger than yours." Murong Junlan wasn't so amiable.

"What do you mean?" the octopus blinked.

"Go bury your big head in the ice lotus pond again, stick your butt out and think about it for a hundred days, and you'll figure it out." Murong Junlan sighed inwardly. The sect leader was so smart, how could he have taken on such a stubborn disciple? But then again, compared to those hypocritical friends, this octopus was quite dedicated. Having such a brother in life was a lucky thing.