Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 114 - 114 113 Scholar_1

114: Chapter 113 Scholar_1 114: Chapter 113 Scholar_1 “Little Ancestor, Qingyuan is at war!” a Qingyuan Disciple said helplessly.

This Little Ancestor’s whims were unpredictable.

Feng Yaya blinked her eyes, “Eh?”

She knew nothing, only remembered a giant peacock, and then she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she felt an overwhelming hostility from a nuisance and couldn’t help but punch him flying.

“Where is the enemy?” Feng Yaya clenched her small fists, looking eager to try.

“We can’t find them!” a female disciple sighed.

With Uncle Dragon Turtle here, and now with Ya Ya, their team was invincible!

If they could kill more enemies, the rewards afterwards would be abundant.

Moreover, the Qingyuan Disciples had been stifling their anger for over ten days, constantly threatened by Prison Ghosts, yet helpless to retaliate.

They had long been itching to vent their frustration.

“That’s easy!” Si Ze interjected, “Just lure them over, that’s how I hunt Exotic Beasts.”

The place was too large to go looking for enemies one by one.

Those who searched the world for prey were certainly not skilled hunters.

She took several Beast Tooth Bullets from her person, used a Talisman Pen to draw on the bullets, and then said to Su He, “Uncle Dragon Turtle, let out a roaring cry, one full of greed and desire, yet also pain, as if injured.”

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Su He snapped back to reality, as he had been fully concentrating on extending his Divine Sense, looking towards the Nine Heavens.

Something must have happened at the Stepping Sky Battlefield above the Nine Heavens.

Although he couldn’t hear any sounds, a Demonic Image of a Great Ming King was shattered, and Feng Yaya woke up.

Yu Yue and Ge Hong cut themselves, and Feng Yaya became even more spirited.

There had to be a connection between these events!

Especially from the perspective of heaven and earth, their bodies contained traces of Feng Yaya’s essence.

In theory, the gaze of a Divine God Beast should contain Divine Sense, and Divine Sense should be capable of everything, including hearing sounds, but he didn’t know how to operate it.

To truly evolve into a Divine God Beast, would he naturally master it?

Su He let out a roar, filled with confusion.

Si Ze pursed her lips, well, confusion works too.

Can’t a Divine Beast act?

Even Exotic Beasts could, like that camel in Beast Valley, born a natural actor.

She loaded the ammunition and fired toward the sky.

In the air appeared the projection of a Dragon Turtle with a broken shell, carrying Feng Yaya on its back, seemingly competing for something, then suddenly spotting a treasure, let out a confused roar, and then charged straight into Xuanqing Temple.

“Everybody, run towards the Xuanqing Temple training ground as if your life depends on it!

Gather immediately upon entering!” Si Ze took the lead, carrying the cannon, mounted a black panther, and raced toward Xuanqing Temple on the mountainside, yelling all the way.

Xuanqing Temple had been deserted for a while; everyone evacuated before the conflict at East Cloud even began—those who hadn’t left were already in the higher Demonic Battle Zone.

Xuanqing Temple didn’t have many people, but each one was an elite.

From top to bottom, the Mountain Soul Battlezone was divided into several layers, with the bottommost being the Transcendence Realm stages one, two, and three, with the highest number of people, grounded in reality, right on the surface of East Cloud Mountain.

The next level up was where Su He was, which looked like a sea of clouds when viewed from the mountain.

Peaks, mountainsides, clouds, all were the battlefield; most of the time, one could run across the mountains, but when racing, they would also step on barriers formed by the Mountain Soul Battlezone.

This height was where most of the Sects were located.

It was also the layer with the least conflict since the start of the war—many took the opportunity to explore other Sects, hoping to strike it rich, while others hid within their own Sects, activating formations to avoid the war.

“Is there a treasure?” Many in the second battle zone noticed the anomaly in the direction of Xuanqing Temple.

Xuanqing Temple was a special presence in East Cloud Mountain, a mere twenty-acre Taoist Temple, yet it frequently produced geniuses.

If not for the dozen or so in the Demonic Realm, other Sects would have long overrun it.

Xuanqing Temple possessed treasures, a fact agreed upon by all.

Many even suspected that within the Xuanqing Temple lay a natural treasure capable of enhancing a person’s innate talents and potential.

As eyes hastily shifted towards Xuanqing Temple, they saw a group of Qingyuan Disciples rushing into the temple grounds, with the incredibly conspicuous body of Dragon Turtle leading the charge.

Beasts naturally possess a keen sensitivity to treasures, and Divine God Beasts should be the epitome of this trait.

A moment of stillness overtook the second battlezone until at last, someone couldn’t hold back and made a dash for Xuanqing Temple, quickly prompting a mass movement.

In the first level of the battlezone, aside from the various sects’ disciples, there were forty-nine altars, each with a Qingyuan Array Flag planted upon it.

The soul of East Cloud Mountain resided among these forty-nine formation flags.

Seated with legs crossed beneath the Sun Flag was the Scholar.

He was of Demonic Realm, but situated within the Transcendental Battleground.

Although the Mountain Soul was a condensation of East Cloud Mountain’s rules and treated everyone equally under normal circumstances, it was ultimately controlled by Qingyuan, so having one or two back doors was hardly abnormal.

The Scholar was guarding the altar while cultivating at a rapid pace.

Such a grand battle was a rare sight.

The Scholar possessed a special talent, allowing him to draw a certain power from the chaos of battle.

The more tumultuous the war, the faster his cultivation, and the magic skills and Divine Skills honed in the chaos sprung forth with peculiar alterations, catching enemies utterly off guard.

As he cultivated, he raised his head to look above towards the Stepping Sky Realm battlefield in the Nine Heavens.

Yu Yue and Ge Hong had severed Feng Yaya’s qi.

It was safe to assume that the others wouldn’t be spared either.

However, it didn’t matter, as initially they mainly needed Feng Yaya’s ability to expel Prison Ghosts, which was no longer necessary now.

After this battle, there would be no shortage of prisoners with abundant life force—every cultivator from the Stepping Sky Realm had an extended lifespan, and what they certainly didn’t lack was life force.

When the time came, with some effort to cut out their life origin, it would be enough to replenish his fellow brothers’ and sisters’.

If that failed, there was still Junior Brother Dragon Turtle.

If the Stepping Sky Realm proved inadequate, Qingyuan Gate would go to all lengths to assist Dragon Turtle in transforming into a true Divine God Beast.

A Divine God Beast had an endless life span; that was the real definition of immortality.

When the time came, they would request the Sect Leader and the Elders to collectively plead with Dragon Turtle.

It was thought that Dragon Turtle wouldn’t refuse.

Su He surveyed his surroundings, stepping onto the mountain path leading up to Xuanqing Temple alongside the people of Qingyuan.

But as soon as he set foot on the path, there were no others around—only him, a single Turtle.

Looking up, the towering gate of Xuanqing Temple loomed high, with a long winding path at his feet.

A voice boomed overhead, “Climb the mountain path, tread through the mountain gate, and you may enter the second trial.”

What he loathed the most was the variety of tests among those who cultivated immortality.

Su He didn’t believe that these haughty cultivators couldn’t discern the strengths and depths of a bunch of uninitiated individuals.

Did Qingyuan have a test token while the other sects did not?

As for temperament—could such a thing truly be understood through a single trial?

Even if someone possessed a good temperament at the time of joining, could changes in temperament after encountering various incidents within the sect be predicted?

It was meaningless.

Su He came here to kill enemies, yet not a single enemy was in sight, not even the people of Qingyuan were visible.

This mountain path had some tricks; it was very likely that each person was taking a different route.

Su He began to climb upwards, and after covering a mere third of the distance, a White Monkey leaped out, brandishing a staff, and attacked him.

Su He cocked his head, a question mark popping above it.

This White Monkey was just an ordinary White Monkey, not an Exotic Beast, much less a Demon Species, just an ordinary White Monkey that seemed unusually brave.

Who gave it the audacity to launch an attack at him?