Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 119 - 119 118 Acquaintance_1

119: Chapter 118 Acquaintance_1 119: Chapter 118 Acquaintance_1 Elder Ge remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Good!”

“I’ll open a sliver of the Illusion Realm and guide your intention into it.

Do not mention the name of that one inside the Illusion Realm.

Stepping Sky Three-fold will cause a reaction, and before we know it, we might be under surveillance.”

If Feng Yi Ju were to see the scenes inside the Illusion Realm, this Dragon Turtle might not even have its shell left.

Elder Qinghe didn’t need to mention this; Elder Ge knew it himself.

…

In the Yao Guang World, at the ancestral lands of the Hechuan Clan.

Su Huanian’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She couldn’t return to the Mystery Huang World in a short time.

The Yao Guang World was too far from the Mystery Huang World; even with her Tao Cultivation, crossing the Flowing Light River on a Flying Boat would take several months—and that’s if it were a direct route.

In fact, the Yao Guang World was a vassal of the Sealed Emperor Great World and was considered an opposing force to the Mystery Huang World.

There was no direct Flowing Light River between them.

Traveling the Flowing Light River would also require transiting through other worlds, taking even longer.

Moreover, given her identity as belonging to the Stepping Sky Realm of the Mystery Huang World, once discovered, she would face endless pursuit.

Su Huanian grew increasingly anxious.

In recent days, she had a very bad premonition that something had happened to Ya Ya.

Especially today, for some reason, she felt someone calling her, over and over.

Su Huanian sensed a response.

At that moment, a green aura above her head trembled slightly.

It was a “Blessing” sent by Su He.

The feeling of being called became even more pronounced.

Was it the Dragon Turtle?

Su Huanian infused a trace of her intention into the green aura.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself beside a lake.

Next to her was a huge Grass Turtle, whose eyes revealed it was indeed the Dragon Turtle.

These pure eyes, it has lost its memory!

Illusion Realm?

The Dragon Turtle wasn’t in danger; was this a trial illusion?

Xuanqing Temple?

Someone had opened the Dragon Turtle’s trial illusion, and while sensing an opportunity, a sliver of her intention, carried by the “Blessing” of the green aura, had been transmitted over.

Xuanqing Temple wasn’t far from Qingyuan Gate.

With a flash of thought, Su Huanian’s intention rushed out of the trial illusion.

Elder Ge and Qinghe Taoist’s intentions entered the Illusion Realm, transforming into a leopard and a white-bearded elder, who exchanged glances.

“Did something escape just now?”

Qinghe Taoist laughed, “This is the Illusion Realm, essentially a collection of intentions.

It’s normal for some intention to leak when an opening is made.

Let’s go, let’s go.

I’m going to the thatched cottage, and you enter the mountain forest.”

Apart from the thatched cottage and the lake where Su He resided, the rest of the Illusion Realm was initially a blank expanse.

When Elder Ge and Qinghe Taoist entered, the map was updated, creating new places.

The leopard swiped its paw and parted ways with Qinghe Taoist: “The appearance you’ve enchanted to resemble Brother Su is quite lifelike.”

Right now, Qinghe Taoist bore the appearance of Su Huanian’s father, Su Laonong.

Since they were staging a play, they naturally went all out.

Inside the thatched cottage courtyard, Su He looked at Su Huanian, thinking he might be bewitched.

For a moment, he had seen two Su Huanians, one vibrant and youthful before him while the other, gone in a flash, was extremely composed and mature.

An illusion, right?

Su He shook his head; indeed, the heart’s desires are never satisfied.

He knew he had always preferred maturity, but one Su Huanian was enough; how could he dare wish for more—if only she didn’t have a fiancé.

Su He snorted in self-ridicule, retracting his head into the Turtle Shell, and struck the pear tree beside him repeatedly.

These days, following Su Huanian’s vegetarian diet, these pears had become his staple.

He ate one, and threw another to Su Huanian.

They could not share a pear—one person and one turtle couldn’t either; if they did, one had to be discarded.

Su Huanian gently smiled, conjuring a cluster of water to wash the pear, then took a soft bite, sprinkling two drops of pear juice onto Su He’s head.

Su Huanian’s face turned slightly red and subtly wiped the juice from Su He’s head.

Meanwhile, Su He, oblivious to the reason, blinked and thought Su Huanian wanted to touch his head, so he stretched his neck over even further.

But Su Huanian’s hand lightly fluttered, smacking the top of a head.

Dark clouds gathered above, winds began to blow, a heavy rain was imminent.

Su Huanian returned to the grass-thatched hut, while Su He tucked into her turtle shell, guarding outside her door.

Suddenly, a downpour began, turning what was just afternoon into pitch darkness.

Thunder and lightning intertwined, a bolt flashed across, lighting up the grass hut.

Inside, Su Huanian sat cross-legged on a wooden bed, her silhouette, cast by the lightning, graceful and slim through the window onto Su He’s shell, as delicate as orchids in a solitary valley.

The wind carried a faint fragrance intermingled with the earth’s scent, intoxicating those who smelled it.

At that moment, from afar came flickering lights, and a shout was heard: “Huanian!

My son Huanian!

Hurry and save them!”

From inside the grass hut Su Huanian shot out like a fleeting shadow.

Su He was startled for a moment, then crawled and followed behind.

On the eastern jujube tree slope, three people approached, an old man with white hair and beard, a middle-aged scholar in his thirties, and a young woman in her twenties.

The three appeared to have been traveling when suddenly caught in the rainstorm, with the scholar having taken a fall and now unconscious, had turned ashen.

Su Huanian casually threw him onto Su He’s turtle shell, and with a flick of her fingers, the rain parted.

The young woman was supported by her, while the white-haired old man, brimming with vigor, seemed to need no assistance and laughed heartily while looking at Su Huanian, “My child, didn’t expect me to come, did you?

Guess whom I’ve encountered?”

“I won’t guess,” Su Huanian replied coldly, gesturing for Su He to carry the people back to the hut.

The white-haired elder scratched his head awkwardly, chuckling as he followed.

Inside the courtyard, Su Huanian tossed the Immortal Sword aside, making it levitate, preventing the rain from hitting the ground.

She then took out a Pill Medicine, split it in half, and flicked the halves into the mouths of the scholar and the woman.

The young woman murmured a soft sound as she awoke, stunned by the sight of the Immortal Sword splitting the rain above her.

It took a long while before she could compose herself and curtsey towards the white-haired elder and Su Huanian, “Cui’er thanks the divine god and fairy for saving my official and me.”

Huh?

The white-haired elder was taken aback for a moment—official, me—I looked towards the scholar lying on the ground, clearly it was the likeness of Feng Yi Ju.

This old kid already has a concubine?

Trouble!

With this unexpected twist, how did such an event arise?

Just then, the scholar on the ground gradually awoke, stared at the Immortal Sword above him for a moment, and was more astonished when he saw Su Huanian under the eaves, frozen for a long while.

Poked by the nearby Cui’er, he came back to his senses, first thanking the elder with clasped hands, then said to Su Huanian, “I deeply thank the fairy for the rescue.

Without the fairy, I fear my household…

along with my maidservant, would have encountered grave danger…”

Cui’er, holding onto the hem of his clothes, suddenly went rigid as if struck by lightning, her face turning ghostly pale as she looked at him.

Elder Qinghe covered his forehead, at a loss for how to rectify the situation.

“No need!” Su Huanian’s voice was as cold as ice, “There’s firewood over there.

Light a fire to warm yourselves.

Once dry, you may leave.”

She turned and entered the hut, closing the window shutter behind her.

What did I do to anger the fairy right after waking up?

Did I speak amiss?

Su Huanian’s words struck the scholar like a bolt from the blue, leaving him utterly stunned.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie, yet this lad seemed concerned about his wife?

Su He squinted at the scholar, regretting saving him.

“Hey you, little turtle!

Why do you keep staring at my daughter’s door?” An aged voice filled with questioning came.

Su He turned her head, perplexed, looking at Su Huanian’s father, don’t speak nonsense, old man, I was watching the door when you weren’t here, now I’m watching this untrustworthy scholar!

The old man’s snow-white beard bristled, “Have a bit of sense, can’t you see I’m drenched?

Go catch a fish to make soup!”

Su He was taken aback, she didn’t want to leave just now, but this was Su Huanian’s father…

Hesitant, Su Huanian’s voice like a celestial melody rose, “Let’s go, I’ll go with you.”

Turning around, Su Huanian was already outside the door, standing right behind her.

Su He was overjoyed, turned, and crawled toward the great lake while Su Huanian, with light lotus steps, followed.

“Hey!” Qinghe Taoist called out, dumbstruck.

“Fairy…” began the scholar.

Su Huanian waved her hand back, and the Immortal Sword swiftly followed, hovering over Su He and her, warding off the heavy rain above.

Suddenly, the courtyard was awash with the downpour.

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Sorry, I was busy at work today and missed a chapter; I’ll make it up tomorrow.