He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 196 Contest

Inside the Xuanmo Cave's Lihentian Pavilion, Yan'er, whose internal energy was being channeled into her, continued to indulge in her daydreams, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere outside. However, the Pavilion Master inside was different. Though physically present, his heart was elsewhere. He sat cross-legged, gazing at his long-lost crush, but his ears dared not ignore the commotion outside. When the mischievous monkey was first tossed into the air, the Pavilion Master frowned. He didn't know how long this beautiful moment could last, but this reunion, waited for for ten thousand years, was so precious that he was willing to stay a little longer, even just a second more would be enough for him.

Unexpectedly, this wonderful moment was interrupted by an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Who?" The Pavilion Master pulled out a hand and struck the uninvited guest. "Who exactly are you?" When the Pavilion Master saw the uninvited guest's face, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Another Yan'er?"

He had waited so long without seeing one, and now suddenly two had appeared? The sect leader abruptly withdrew his hand, which was channeling internal energy. His consciousness returned to normal. He thought, "Yan'er from back then had already committed suicide for love. If she had already committed suicide for love, how could she have reappeared? Is it because I miss her too much and am hallucinating?"

The sect leader slapped himself across the face, reality telling him it wasn't a dream; his face hurt. Just as he opened his mouth to ask a question, Yan'er, whom he had been venting his anger on, suddenly opened her eyes. Although those eyes were thousands of years old, their clear gaze was so familiar. When she looked at him, his heart skipped a beat.

His throat tightened with nervousness. Before he could even glance at the "Yan'er" behind him, the two women had already started fighting, exchanging dozens of blows in quick succession. It was clear that the "Yan'er" behind him was more skilled in martial arts than the one in front.

Out of compassion for the weak, at crucial moments, the Pavilion Master would secretly use his fingers to subtly deflect a crisis. The woman with the Twin Snow Swords was no pushover either. Gradually, she noticed the Pavilion Master's subtle actions. So, in the feigned attack on Yan'er, the woman with the Twin Snow Swords suddenly flipped her wrist and turned to strike at the Pavilion Master's face.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the Pavilion Master neutralized the deadly attack of the woman wielding the Twin Snow Swords. He then swept his long arm around Yan'er, who was now at a disadvantage, and pulled her close. The Pavilion Master didn't know which Yan'er was the one he had longed for day and night, but his intuition told him he was willing to protect the first Yan'er, even if she wasn't the one who had initially captured his heart. He was simply willing.

The Pavilion Master carried Yan'er and flew out of the bedroom, heading towards the inner cave. The fireballs on both sides suddenly parted. It was the first time the Pavilion Master had carried a woman, and each fireball was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. They also assumed that this was the Pavilion Master's woman and automatically took three steps back, but they couldn't help but curiously move closer.

The woman with the twin snow swords was engrossed in her fight when suddenly her opponent was taken away. Feeling humiliated, she relentlessly chased after him. Fireballs from both sides immediately swarmed around her, crashing against her and forcing her back.

Suddenly, the woman with the twin snow swords erupted in anger. She was ruthless. He Yan'er had men protecting her wherever she went, while she couldn't even get a glance from men. They were both women, and she wasn't any less capable. Why was He Yan'er always favored? Why was she always protected? Why did she have to risk her life when there was danger, while He Yan'er always had a man by her side to protect her when she was in danger? Why?

The woman with the twin snow swords grew angrier and angrier, and she vented all her anger on the fireballs. The poor fireballs were smashed to pieces, some even unrecognizable.

The Pavilion Master, carrying Yan'er, hurried towards the inner cave of the Lihentian Pavilion. Just as he was about to push open the cave door, a giant gorilla suddenly fell in front of them, its long snout opening as it hissed and pounced on the two of them.

No wonder Murong Junlan was so angry; it turned out his beloved concubine had been embraced by someone else. But the mischievous monkey stopped halfway through his pounce, causing the Pavilion Master's counterattack to halt abruptly mid-air.

The mischievous monkey stood there, its hairy hand constantly gesturing for the pavilion master to leave. This mischievous monkey wanted revenge for Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman throwing it into the Lihentian Pavilion.

The sect leader didn't understand what "mischievous monkey" meant, but at that moment, he still pressed the hidden mechanism and slipped inside. Before he could close the door, the mischievous monkey bent low and entered even faster than them. At this moment, the sect leader could already hear the flashing of swords behind him. He pushed against the cave wall with his other hand, and the inner door slammed shut.

The enemy outside is stronger than ever before. The Pavilion Master is already worried about whether this gorilla is a spy who has gone ahead of them.

Unable to breach the front entrance, they discovered it was a hollow stone cave. As the mischievous monkey was thrown in, Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman charged in, each with their own destination. The fireballs were no match for them. Murong Junlan was alright, simply driving them away, but the white-haired woman was ruthless, shattering the fireballs into pieces.

Because the Pavilion of Parting Sorrows was in danger, all the fireballs in the lake suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire Pavilion of Parting Sorrows as bright as day.

After settling Yan'er in, the Pavilion Master finally had time to glance at the gorilla. It seemed rather familiar. The Pavilion Master racked his brains, and then—oh, he remembered! It was the pet monkey of Prince Murong Junlan. He had witnessed the monkey's prowess before.

The gorilla also sensed a familiar scent emanating from the Pavilion Master, but the face was covered by a mask, making it impossible to discern the face beneath. However, from those sharp eyes, the gorilla could vaguely guess who this person was. It remembered once exchanging secret documents with this man.

Considering that Yan'er didn't recognize him, the Pavilion Master had quickly pressed two pressure points on her body to put her to sleep. He couldn't quite figure out the monkey's true intentions; if the monkey turned against him, he wouldn't be able to keep Yan'er. After dealing with this group, he would remove his mask and tell her all the longing he had hidden in his heart. He had kept it hidden for ten thousand years. He didn't care if this was one of her reincarnations, or if she might no longer recognize him, but he had to express his love to give himself and this acquaintance a proper ending.

The Pavilion Master felt that he didn't intend to possess her; he was merely expressing himself, nothing more. His heart pounded, and he felt a burning sensation on his face, unsure if it had turned red.

The bombing outside grew more and more intense, and the inner cave shook several times. The pavilion master and the gorilla stood there staring at each other for a while, and finally, when the doorway was blown open, they ended their staring contest.

The first to enter was Murong Junlan. His overwhelming domineering aura exposed the Pavilion Master's suppressed envy and jealousy without reservation. He dared not harbor hatred; he could only envy this man's good fortune. Ten thousand years had passed, countless lifetimes had gone by, and they were still together.

The Pavilion Master's heart sank. In front of Murong Junlan, he seemed to lack even the right to remove his mask, let alone confess his feelings. Clearly, even if he waited ten thousand years, he would not be entitled to this happiness. The Pavilion Master's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand needles, blood dripping silently within him, the hidden pain growing ever more intense.