Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 113 - 113 112 Rebellion

113: Chapter 112 Rebellion?

Ambition?_1 113: Chapter 112 Rebellion?

Ambition?_1 Above the Nine Heavens, two streams of light descended; it was Feng Yi Ju and Butler Wu.

Butler Wu was dressed in his butler’s uniform, which had turned into a snow-white robe.

His aura was weak, but he was bursting with life energy.

He seemed like a newborn child.

The Xuan Tian Gate’s Stepping Sky experts were startled.

Was this Butler Wu being brought back to life, after just being beaten to death and having his flesh body crushed?

They all stared at Feng Yi Ju, who was sitting cross-legged midair, and saw his body flickering with dense Symbols.

The chaos of his energy made everyone sigh in relief.

Butler Wu had lost, but not by too much.

Feng Yi Ju was significantly injured, and whether he would retain any combat power without dispersing the Symbols was still unknown.

Feng Yi Ju slowly opened his eyes and saw the Eight Great Maitreya Demon Statues standing not far away; one of them was motionless, the aura of Junior Brother Luo scattered about it.

Feng Yi Ju’s breathing hitched, and his teeth clattered.

As he looked at the other statues, he saw Yu Yue looking down at the Mountain Soul Battlezone, his gaze landing on Feng Yaya, who was dressed in red.

The moment Senior Brother Luo perished, an aura escaped and descended below.

Looking there, he saw a little girl coming to her senses.

Yu Yue’s face was a mix of confusion and shock, “Is that Ya Ya?

Why is she so small?”

Was Ya Ya some special Divine or Tao Body?

If that was the case, growing slowly wasn’t unusual—in the world of cultivation, a few unique individuals were not a surprise.

But for some reason, his heart felt empty—not because of sadness over Senior Brother Luo’s demise, for the eight of them had known since the day they started refining the Big Ming King Demon Statue that they were fated to die.

Senior Brother Luo’s ability to take down a Stepping Sky before dying was enough to make them rejoice.

Yu Yue reached out towards the battleground, as if wanting to grasp Ya Ya, yet afraid of hurting her, “Ya Ya is so small, can she perform Alchemy?”

Above Qingyuan Mountain, Feng Yi Ju was seated cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.

“Huh?” Su He was startled; suddenly, he heard a woman’s voice in his ear.

It was the original Big Ming King Demon Statue wondering about Feng Yaya while fighting?

“Ya Ya can fight, her fists are very powerful,” Su He replied.

Then he heard the hurried breathing of Yu Yue—though the Big Ming King Demon Statue did not breathe.

Su He looked up and clearly saw her chest heaving intensely.

He wanted to look more closely at the battleground, but its layered barriers were already obscuring his view.

Yu Yue muttered to himself, “If Ya Ya can’t perform Alchemy, what have we been eating for the past sixty years?”

Those Pill Medicines contained Ya Ya’s aura…

He looked at Feng Yi Ju, his eyes filled with shock and sorrow, “Sect Leader senior brother, will you answer me?”

Her voice was not loud, even somewhat weak, as though something had drained her spirit in an instant.

But she was sure that Feng Yi Ju could hear her, as he, who mastered the Mountain Soul, could perceive every blade of grass and tree on East Cloud Mountain.

Feng Yi Ju did not speak.

Yu Yue’s eyes were lifeless, “I thought Ya Ya had embarked on the path of a Bloodline Alchemist.

Although I felt regret, I could accept it for the sake of Qingyuan—but Ya Ya cannot perform Alchemy.”

She stared blankly at Feng Yi Ju, “So…was it Ya Ya’s life energy Origin?”

No wonder Junior Brother Luo disappeared, and Ya Ya awoke down below.

She clearly felt that after Luo’s spirit left the Demon Statue, an aura descended, and that’s when Ya Ya regained consciousness.

In the Mountain Soul Battlezone, below the Stepping Sky Battlefield were the battlefields where the limit of becoming Demonic was tested.

Elder Ge, Qiao Changlun, and Elder An were all there.

Their Tao Cultivation was sufficient to hear the voice, and they all suddenly looked up towards the Sect Leader floating above, disbelief evident in their eyes.

In the Stepping Sky Battlefield of Xuan Tian Gate, the female Stepping Sky who had just been cut in half burst out laughing, “Feng Yi Ju, did you refine your own daughter into a big medicine?”

“Using one’s own daughter as medicine, this is an inhuman demonic practice; you truly deserve to die!”

Feng Yi Ju slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing like a knife, and the Stepping Sky’s voice choked, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

This feeling was almost like confronting the Hall Master.

One step wrong, Butler Wu stood in front of the other Stepping Sky, frowning at Feng Yi Ju.

The people around stopped fighting altogether, especially those from Xuan Tian Gate, who all began to retreat.

Could it be that Qingyuan Gate was having internal strife at this moment?

That would be the best news of the day.

Feng Yi Ju’s gaze drifted over the Big Ming King Demon Statue left by Junior Brother Luo and onto the remaining seven.

His voice was tinged with melancholy, “Do my junior brothers and sisters know that today they will die?”

No one spoke; they had known the answer for sixty years.

Even without Xuan Tian Gate, from the day they began refining the Big Ming King Demon Statues, their fate was sealed.

Feng Yi Ju then turned his gaze to the Elders and heads in the battlezone, “Elders, junior brothers, do you know that today you will die?”

No one spoke, for isn’t death in battle against Xuan Tian Gate the norm?

It would be abnormal not to die.

“Qingyuan disciples face Prison Ghosts, do they know they will die?”

The disciples in the Transcendental Battleground couldn’t hear the voices from the Nine Heavens, but they gradually sensed an eerie atmosphere.

The battle at the highest level had actually stopped.

Are they going to negotiate peace?

That’s wonderful!

Does it mean we don’t have to fight anymore, don’t have to die anymore?

After facing the Prison Ghosts for over ten days and countless fellow disciples dying, can we finally catch our breath?

The expressions of the disciples fell into everyone’s eyes.

Feng Yi Ju turned to Yu Yue, his gaze seemingly cold and heartless, “My junior brothers die, my uncles die, Qingyuan’s thirty thousand disciples die, but Feng Yi Ju’s daughter cannot?”

He scoffed a few times, “Ever since Xuan Tian Gate planted the Prison Ghost Space beneath Qingyuan, Qingyuan’s doom had been inevitable!

How could a path leading to no death exist in such a broken state?

If Qingyuan falls, could Ya Ya alone survive?”

He looked directly at Yu Yue, “Other disciples might survive by defecting.

But Ya Ya has no such way out!

She is Feng Yi Ju’s daughter, she is Su Huanian’s daughter, she has no enemy to turn to!

If Qingyuan collapses, her lone survival would surely be worse than death!”

Xuan Tian Gate would definitely kill Feng Yi Ju, and if they killed Feng Yi Ju, how could they allow Feng Yaya to live?

A girl obviously so special, with limitless potential, the enemy’s daughter, she cannot survive.

It seemed logical, but I don’t believe it!

Yu Yue remained calm for a moment, then cracked a dismal smile, looking at Feng Yi Ju, “Sect Leader senior brother, I’m just a simple girl, not understanding of so many principles.

But I dislike using Ya Ya’s life to extend my own.”

One with an unlimited future, another destined to perish, what’s the point of that?

With the Curved Sword in hand, she slashed at herself.

A surge of energy came off the demon statue, its aura becoming chaotic, yet it did not weaken, instead, it gained a few more hints of a frenzied essence.

She raised her eyes towards the people of Xuan Tian Gate.

In her eyes, madness flickered, the rage of the Seven Emotions!

Why force Qingyuan to such extremes?

Why push Qingyuan Gate to the brink where even naive children have to be sacrificed?

She suddenly charged forward, her blade aiming for a being in the Stepping Sky Realm.

The Stepping Sky being’s face changed as he repeatedly backed away, just parrying.

This woman was beyond reason, she was not only not controlling the loss of her Seven Emotions, but she was also sacrificing her own rage!

Ge Hong watched Feng Yi Ju quietly.

The Sect Leader senior brother was also making excuses.

If Qingyuan Gate had really reached the point where even naive children must be sacrificed, what purpose did it serve to exist?

What was the point of protecting it?

Sacrifice the most vulnerable children to protect the whole sect of grown-ups?

Sect Leader senior brother might not have said everything, right?

If it was truly as senior brother said, why don’t we see Teacher Su now?

“Senior brother, are you using yourself as a medium, integrating Ya Ya’s paternal bloodline with us?” Ge Hong’s voice was very soft; his Immortal Sword cut through, learning from Yu Yue to sever the life energy of Feng Yaya from his own body.

This Origin was hidden extremely well, covered by the aura of Pill Medicine.

They had completely lost their Divine Sense and Mana, and had failed to notice it.

In the Transcendental Battleground, Feng Yaya’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

She didn’t know what had happened, only feeling extremely comfortable at this moment.

She looked at Su He, “Big Turtle, let’s go challenge the trials at Xuanqing Temple!

I’ve been there before, but I didn’t even make it past the second level last time.”