He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 232: Still acting nice after getting an advantage

"If you don't return the Crimson Spirit Spring water to the Pavilion Master, don't even think about me letting him go." The octopus was going all out, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The octopus and Murong Junlan faced off for a while, neither side giving way. Murong Dubai was the one who was having the hardest time breathing, as the octopus had wrapped him up so tightly that only his mouth and two eyes were left to breathe and plead for help.

"Sister Yan'er, save me!" Murong Dubai was overjoyed when he saw Yan'er standing next to Murong Junlan. He didn't ask Murong Junlan to save him because he knew that Murong Junlan always treated him coldly.

"Lord of the Xuanmo Cave, release Young Master Bai first, and we can discuss the rest later." Yan'er, not wanting anything to happen to Murong Dubai, and seeing the octopus's indifferent expression, continued, "I can agree to return the Crimson Spirit Spring Water to you. But you must tell me, why does your sect leader want the Crimson Spirit Spring Water back?"

The octopus hesitated for a moment, but its claws did not loosen. It was worried that if it released Murong Dubai, it would not be able to get the Crimson Spirit Spring Water, not to mention that it still wanted to avenge the poisoning.

"Jiang He, bring out the Crimson Spirit Spring water," Yan'er ordered loudly.

"My beloved concubine." Murong Junlan tried to stop her, but Yan'er raised her hand to stop him. She then spoke up, "I always keep my word, so you can rest assured. I just want to understand one thing: since your sect leader has already given us the Crimson Spirit Spring Water, why is he suddenly taking it back?"

The octopus opened its mouth, but remembering the fireballs' warning, it swallowed its words. The fireballs said that if the sect leader found out who dared to retrieve the Crimson Spirit Spring water, he would expel it from the sect, and it would no longer be a member of the Xuanmo Cave. How could it be expelled? It still owed the sect leader a life, and it would repay him with its entire life. Expelling it was absolutely unacceptable, but…

"Jiang He, send the Crimson Spirit Spring water over there." Yan'er saw that the octopus was still hesitant to make a decision, and she really intended to return the Crimson Spirit Spring water.

"Wait a minute," Murong Junlan said. "I hate people who say one thing to your face and another behind your back. Go back and tell your sect leader that if he comes in person, I, Murong Junlan, will personally return the Crimson Spirit Spring Water to him. I will never go back on my word."

The octopus thought to itself, "If the Pavilion Master could come, why would I have to go through so much trouble? I don't know the Pavilion Master's current situation either. The fireballs that came can't speak, and I only heard about the specific situation from others. But since so many fireballs came, I can guess that the Pavilion Master must be seriously injured."

"No way." The octopus had no room for negotiation; the fireball guard's task for it was to act as quickly as possible. A quick glance at the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water flashed in the corner of its eye, and it made its decision: it would take it by force.

The octopus had temporarily set aside its hatred for Murong Dubai. It tossed Murong Dubai into the air, rolled on the ground, and its eight tentacles reached for the Crimson Spirit Spring water in Jiang He's hand.

Jiang He dodged with a turn, and at that moment, Murong Junlan's thin rope suddenly shot out, unleashing a Silver Ring Illusion towards the octopus. The octopus was no pushover either; its bald head retracted, and both claws reached for the thin rope. One claw grabbed at the Crimson Spirit Spring water, while the other claw wrapped around Yan'er. This move was a triple kill, something it wouldn't easily use unless its situation was extremely dangerous. It knew this move was both the most deadly and the most dangerous, because it was too distracting. Any claw could break off at any moment, or even all of them could break off. If only its bald head remained, it would almost certainly be dead and unable to escape.