Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 116 - 116 115 This Dragon Turtle Has Such Poor Talent_1

116: Chapter 115: This Dragon Turtle Has Such Poor Talent_1 116: Chapter 115: This Dragon Turtle Has Such Poor Talent_1 The Mountain Soul Battlezone, at its uppermost level, is where Elder Ge and his colleagues are located.

At this moment, the war has subsided.

On this level, there are the fewest people.

Initially, there were only a dozen or so.

Atop the barriers, Golden Pagodas, Giant Cauldrons, Bowls…

various Magical Treasures are suppressing the ultimate forms of the Demonic cultivators from Xuan Tian Gate and the East Cloud Sects.

Elder Ge and his group have won, albeit at great difficulty.

Elder Ge’s human and turtle bodies were beaten to the brink of death.

Now, he reveals Meng Ji’s Body, and its snow-white fur is aflame with fresh blood as he gasps for breath atop a turtle shell.

Inside the shell, three Demonic cultivators from Xuan Tian Gate are being suppressed.

Next to him, an old Taoist leans on his back, his Taoist robe tattered but a smile on his face.

It is the Qinghe Taoist from the Xuanqing Temple.

The Transcendence Realm disciples of the Xuanqing Temple had retreated from East Cloud Mountain early on, and most of the Demonic Realm cultivators had left as well, only five remained to settle the nine hundred-year-old grievances with Xuan Tian Gate.

All five are around Elder Ge.

In this battle, Elder Ge is the only one who has practiced the Transforming Beast Guide, equal to three experts at the Demonic extreme limit.

He was too easy a target.

At this moment, he is severely injured, and there is a fear of accidents, so his friends stand guard.

Qiao Changlun is meditating with his eyes closed.

A mirror floats up from Elder Qinghe’s body, displaying the Xuanqing Temple Training Field.

By his side, a young Taoist flicks his empty sleeve, looking at the mirror: “This Dragon Turtle isn’t particularly talented, is it?

It has learned absolutely no Cultivation Techniques?”

Elder Ge opens his eyes, disdain flashing in his leonine gaze: “You Qingcheng brat, the talent of my disciple is something you can’t even dare to imagine.

He simply disdains comprehending the Cultivation Techniques from the training field, that’s all,” the old Taoist snorts.

In his heart, he incessantly curses Su He, that Turtle Kid.

Can it really be that not even one Cultivation Technique was comprehended in an entire day?

It has caused me to lose three gourds of fine wine!

The Qinghe Taoist chuckles: “This Little Dragon Turtle is indeed greedy.

Its own essence was not enough, and it even set its sights on the Mountain Guarding Taoist and ventured onto the training paths of others.”

Such a greedy turtle truly does not fit the Xuanqing Temple.

The Qingcheng Taoist drinks a big gulp of wine, suppressing the severe pain in his severed arm, his face smiling: “Well, the Little Turtle has entered the training path I set.

Hahaha, here is a set of Cultivation Techniques that is quite suitable for it, newly created by me.

Brother Ge, would you like to send a message to it, so we can start the timer anew?

Let’s set a time limit of six hours.

If it manages to comprehend it, I lose to you three longevity dates!”

Elder Ge’s eyes flash with both greed and wariness: “What if it doesn’t comprehend it?”

He wants the longevity dates, as they’d be very useful for healing his first and second bodies’ injuries, but since the Qingcheng Taoist dared to propose this, it’s likely that the Cultivation Technique cannot be comprehended within six hours.

“If it doesn’t comprehend it, then you brew wine for me for three months!”

Elder Ge’s brewing skills are renowned throughout the Xuan Tian Immortal Domain and have long been coveted by others.

Elder Ge grits his teeth for a long while and emits a leopard roar, about to agree when the Qingcheng Taoist suddenly exclaims in surprise: “Eh?

The Little Dragon Turtle has actually noticed the special aspect of the Cultivation Technique and wants to comprehend it?

Start the timer, Brother Qinghe, be quick and time it for me!”

The Qinghe Taoist laughs heartily and flicks a finger, causing a water mirror with a sand timer symbol on it to float up.

This is a modified use of Su He’s Bright Mirror.

The Qinghe Taoist was there that day and naturally gained some insights.

On the training path of the mountain, a disciple of the Changsong Gate lies motionless on the ground, clearly lacking some wit.

He probably mistook Su He for a monster on the training path—Su He had only just appeared when this fellow charged at him with a knife, unable to withstand even a single wave of Sword Qi.

Now, Su He faces a green bird, eyes locking with its four.

The bird’s Cultivation Technique has piqued Su He’s interest.

The bird practices Thunder magic!

It’s not the Thunder Talisman Su He has seen before, there are also traces of magic skills.

It should be a fusion of Talisman Law and Magic Skills.

Moreover, this thunder is Water Thunder.

It’s not simply based on Gui Water Thunder or Ren Water Thunder methods.

It contains a mix of Yin and Yang, an interaction between Ren and Gui, both Yin Thunder and Sun Thunder, truly marvelous.

Su He likes this Thunder magic.

He possesses the Water attribute, and this thunder seems tailor-made for him.

Su He lacks offensive methods; currently, he can only use water control, Divine Might, and Sword Qi.

If he had an additional water thunder at his disposal, it would naturally be better.

Su He lies still, pushing his Divine Sense to the limit, carefully observing the green bird’s Spiritual Power fluctuations and the might of the thunder.

With a cry from the bird, a bolt of lightning strikes Su He’s shell.

Every cry is followed by a strike, one after another without pause.

The thunder that struck him wasn’t numbing or burning, but a piercing icy cold that seemed to freeze everything through, yet left traces of scorching from the lightning afterward.

Slowly closing his eyes, Su He felt as if he was in a secluded pool, with a volcano concealed at its bottom.

A verdant bird played leisurely on the water’s surface, its each and every movement resembling twisting symbols, slowly composing a complex talisman rune.

This bird was already intended for transmitting the technique; once penetrated, everything became clear.

“Thunderbird”

That was the name of the technique, and understanding it naturally revealed its title.

A die fell from the sky, landing atop the verdant bird’s head—this thunder technique originally belonged to a disciple of Changsong Gate, but was now seized by Su He.

Four points.

His understanding in his mind was enhanced, and the grade of the Thunderbird was elevated.

This technique was a cultivation technique and also a talisman rune.

It required the condensation of a Water Thunder Yuan Talisman in the sea of consciousness, and when releasing the Thunderbird, one had to manipulate the symbols while simultaneously using spiritual power.

Xuanqing Temple would surely also recruit individual cultivators; otherwise, people with no cultivation would never comprehend this talisman rune—Su He could not understand it either.

He could barely recognize the original Thunderbird talisman rune, and with close study, he could even learn it.

However, he could no longer understand the talisman rune that was enhanced by the die.

It seemed to be the product of dozens of talisman runes fused and replaced.

Not understanding was no issue; he could copy it directly!

Within the sea of consciousness, Su He initiated the movement, blending spiritual power and divine sense into special ink, meticulously tracing the talisman rune within the Intention Orifice.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning exploded above Su He’s dragon head.

Within the top-tier battlezone, the onlookers were stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

The Qingcheng Taoist, despite his arm being freshly severed and in severe pain, clutched the cut and cried out in a singsong manner.

Having had his say, he then turned to Elder Ge, “Brother Ge, it has already been one and a half hours, it seems your disciple is about to fail.

Fortunately, he possesses the body of a Dragon Turtle; if he were an ordinary person, wouldn’t his Intention Orifice have exploded by now?”

Elder Ge didn’t want to speak.

Failure!

But it wasn’t an issue with Su He’s tracing; with the imprint left by the die, the chance of failure when merely copying was very small.

Su He’s failure was due to the two horns on his head.

Each time before he could finish the tracing, those horns would trigger the talisman rune, causing it to explode directly within the Intention Orifice.

Fortunately, his Intention Orifice was sufficiently large, and the dragon horns redirected the lightning away.

It was like having two extra antennas!

It must be because the dragon horns hadn’t grown fully and couldn’t be controlled yet.

Stirring the sea of consciousness, Su He wrapped his divine sense around the base of the dragon horns, layer by layer, sealing them off.

He traced once more.

Crack!

Another bolt of lightning exploded above his head.

Elder Ge’s snowy white leopard fur was about to turn black.

The Qingcheng Taoist was already laughing uncontrollably, and others, too, chuckled, even Qiao Changlun opened his eyes, watching Su He with interest.

After being struck seven or eight times in succession, Su He’s scales were all standing erect, and more than six hours had passed.

The later failures weren’t due to the dragon horns but issues with Su He himself.

The talisman runes he traced were like castles in the air, unable to be preserved and would dissipate with the slightest distraction.

A normal cultivator would engrave this talisman rune on a Mind Pearl, right?

Or maybe on the Intention Orifice Barrier?

Su He was at a loss.

After pondering for a long while, his eyes lit up; while he didn’t have a Mind Pearl, and engraving on the Intention Orifice Barrier reinforced by the Soul Jade was out of the question, he had the Bright Mirror!