Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 112 - 112 111 Awakening_1

112: Chapter 111 Awakening_1 112: Chapter 111 Awakening_1 How can one tolerate others sleeping soundly by their couch?

Xuan Tian Gate might tolerate the unification of East Cloud Mountain, but would never allow such a startlingly brilliant individual to rule.

“If Master Feng could be content with his mediocre performance and play a more passive role, perhaps with Princess Yin’s intervention, Qingyuan Gate might continue to exist peacefully.

Now, I fear not even Princess Yin can protect Master Feng,” sighed Butler Wu, shaking his head.

Geniuses are always subjected to envy and hatred.

Wasn’t the fall of our Windscape Realm due to the emergence of a genius that the Sealed Emperor Great World feared?

Feng Yi Ju chuckled lightly, “How do you know, Butler Wu, that Miss Yin’s presence isn’t just a face-saving gesture for Xuan Tian Gate?”

Butler Wu’s eyes suddenly shone with a sharp gleam.

Feng Yi Ju gestured invitingly, “With our Boundary Status, we shouldn’t battle in the Mystery Huang World, lest heaven and earth abhor us.

How about a walk through the stars, Butler?”

Butler Wu gave him a deep look and then vanished abruptly.

Feng Yi Ju, with a smile on his face, took a step forward and also disappeared.

Luo Ruging felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his limbs growing cold.

Stepping Sky Three-fold!

Feng Yi Ju was at Stepping Sky’s Three-fold Boundary Status!

Feng Yi Ju was only thirty or forty years older than himself, right?

It was already a rarity for someone of such age to enter the Stepping Sky Realm, how did he reach the Three-fold Level?

For each level advanced within the Stepping Sky Realm, isn’t it counted in a millennium?

Luo Ruging struggled to breathe.

He suddenly had an odd feeling—if it were his grandfather who had come today instead of Loyal Uncle, would Feng Yi Ju be stepping directly into Stepping Sky’s Fifth Step?

The mission to annihilate Qingyuan Gate may already be impossible to complete.

Even if Loyal Uncle could defeat Feng Yi Ju, who knows if Feng Yi Ju has no other tricks up his sleeve?

A feeling of despair rose in him unbidden.

Su He and Si Ze walked side by side, with Si Ze riding a black panther that they had commandeered along the way.

Other Qingyuan Disciples followed behind them.

This was the second battlezone, the battlefield for Transcendence’s fourth and fifth steps of Inteniont Orifice and Offering Bones.

Uncle Dragon Turtle was invincible here.

Although Su He had only recently opened her Intention Orifice, she had already completed more than half of Offering Bones before that.

At this moment, only a little over sixty orifices remained closed around her body.

Moreover—by seniority, Su He was an elder among the current disciples, following by her side seeking protection was only natural and justified.

“Uncle Dragon Turtle, the distress signal originated from the southeast,” Su He reported.

Just now, someone had received a message from a Sect Disciple seeking help from all directions.

They had followed the signal here but found nothing.

Si Ze slapped the black panther beneath him, leaping onto a tall tree to look southeast, but saw nothing.

Su He expanded her Divine Sense, covering a five-mile radius—unless she focused her Divine Sense into her sight, she could only extend the Divine Sense five miles at this moment.

This was already astonishing enough for the mundane world.

Ordinary cultivators who had just opened an Intention Orifice could project their Divine Sense at most around sixty feet, and even those who had been immersed in it for three to five years could extend it only just over a mile.

Within five miles, Su He detected no abnormalities.

Beneath her roiled the waves as she climbed a high rock, and from there she saw, twenty miles southeast, a Qingyuan Disciple lying on the ground, drenched in blood yet desperately crawling forward.

In front of him, six or seven Sect Disciples of an unknown sect were using iron chains to haul a transparent orb of light.

Inside the orb, Ya Ya was floating up and down, deeply asleep.

The Mountain Soul Battlezone opened unexpectedly, and Elder Ge didn’t dare to bring Ya Ya into the Demon Realm battlefield.

There were too many enemies, and he feared he couldn’t protect her adequately.

He only managed to place Ya Ya in a shield and threw her into the Transcendental Battleground.

Now, she had been captured by outsiders.

“Ao~”

Su He let out a roar, the giant waves below her surging, breaking trees as she barreled southeast, uprooting mountains and overturning forests on her way.

The Disciples behind her, not understanding the situation, hastened to catch up.

Twenty miles was a mere moment for Su He, who could travel with the waves.

She heard voices from within the woods before she even approached:

“Brother Bone, shall we capture a few more Qingyuan Disciples and have them send distress signals?

That should definitely lure the Qingyuan Dragon Turtle out.”

Another cautious voice carried through, “But that after all is a Dragon Turtle; if it doesn’t agree to negotiate with us and simply kills us instead, what then?”

“No way!” A voice chuckled softly, “There have been rumors outside that Dragon Turtle protects Feng Yaya like its own child.

It would never stand by idly.

If we really attack directly, then we…”

“Roar!”

Then you’ll all die!

It had been a long time since Su He used Beast Language to express himself directly, and only now did he realize that a beastly roar was more satisfying.

With a roar that split the forest and carried the rumbling of a tidal wave, he charged forward.

The crawling Qingyuan Disciples suddenly showed looks of surprise and joy.

The seven cultivators who used iron chains to secure the light sphere changed their expressions instantly!

They were eager to lure the Dragon Turtle over, but when the Dragon Turtle actually appeared, they were trembling with fear; not everyone has the courage to face a Divine God Beast head-on.

“Dra-Dra-Dra-Dragon Turtle…

Stop right there!” The leading cultivator, pale-faced, forced himself to speak, “Behind me is the trial ground of Xuanqing Temple.

If you take one more step forward, I’ll immediately push Feng Yaya into…”

“Roar!”

Before he could finish his threat, Su He roared directly into the cultivator’s face with a Divine God Might Roar.

The remainder of what the cultivator wanted to say was choked back in his chest, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The others around him fell to the ground as well, including the crawling Qingyuan Disciple.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that they slowly came to, only to find the world upside down— they were hanging from tree branches.

Their minds roared, and their Intention Orifices throbbed painfully.

This was a sign of Divine Sense damage, and their Intention Orifices were on the verge of collapse.

Below the trees, a group of Qingyuan Disciples were picking and choosing; each of them was inspecting their own small pagoda, checking if there were any cultivators with lower Tao Cultivation in the Golden Pagoda so they could use them for an exchange.

This shock was no small matter.

Could there be a chance of survival by entering the Golden Pagoda?

The leading cultivator shouted, “Fellow Daoists, wait a moment!”

They had severely underestimated their opponent’s strength.

Their initial plan was to use Feng Yaya to threaten the Dragon Turtle, and as long as they could get a share of Qingyuan inheritance, and some heaven-born treasures, they would be satisfied to leave.

However, the formidable Divine God Beast did not fight by the rules—it attacked them on sight.

“Fellow Daoists, Qingyuan Gate is in a precarious state; why make an enemy of your own Sect?

If you let us go, we are willing to help from the inside.

Once Qingyuan falls, we will show you a clear path,” the cultivator pleaded.

Click-Clack!

Si Ze loaded the cannon, its barrel pressing against his big front teeth, glancing at him with a speaking look.

Stay quiet, pray that you are still of some use, that you might be taken into the Golden Pagoda, and perhaps you could live a few more days.

The cultivator’s face changed instantly, “Don’t disbelieve, fellow Daoists.

Before entering this battle zone, my master said that Qingyuan Gate’s Big Ming King Demon Statue wouldn’t possibly defeat a true Stepping Sky…”

Just then, a bright red suddenly streaked across the Nine Heavens, followed by a rumbling.

The crowd was startled and looked up to see a Big Ming King Demon Statue of Qingyuan Gate overcome with ferocity, rushing directly into Xuan Tian Gate’s Stepping Sky circle, slashing off the legs of a Stepping Sky cultivator, crushing those legs to pieces, blood spraying across the sky.

But right after, the Demon Statue was smashed to bits by other Stepping Sky cultivators, merging together sluggishly but no longer moving.

The Qingyuan cultivator inside the Demon Statue was dead.

High above, the killing intent burst forth.

Su He couldn’t understand the battle situation at all.

Not only the Stepping Sky Battlefield, but even the highest layer, the Demonic Battlefield, saw a sudden exaggeration in the power of magical skills.

Below, each layer of cultivators became quieter instead.

After a while, the hanging cultivator finally said, “See, I told you so!”

He was schadenfreude personified, his pride as if he had been the one to smash the Big Ming King Demon Statue.

You Stepping Sky are going to lose; you need me…

At that moment, a swift red shadow flashed by, and the cultivator was punched and sent flying.

Feng Yaya stood under the tree, pouting and huffing with displeasure.

She had woken up.