Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 120 - 120 119 Sisters_1

120: Chapter 119 Sisters_1 120: Chapter 119 Sisters_1 Su He entered the lake, while Su Huanian once again stood upon the rocks in the midst of the lake.

Raindrops hung like curtains all around, cloaking the exceptionally beautiful woman inside, making her appear both dashing and cool with a touch of supple grace.

Su He did not go fishing, and after hesitating for a long while, she finally asked, “That scholar…

he’s your betrothed, isn’t he?”

It was too obvious, Su Huanian did not know her betrothed, but the old man must know him; otherwise, he certainly would not have brought the scholar to her.

Especially— for some reason, upon seeing that face, Su He felt an aversion and displeasure towards the scholar.

This, was undoubtedly a romantic rival!

Su Huanian did not respond, but looked at Su He and asked, “Do you still wish to practice cultivation?”

Su He was taken aback, and then overjoyed, “Yes!”

Su Huanian extended her finger, as delicate as jade, and touched her on the forehead, transmitting a Spell Decision into Su He’s mind.

Su He was stunned for a moment; the Spell Decision seemed familiar, as if it had always been meant for her— as though she had cultivated it in her past life.

In just a short moment, she was able to operate it almost instinctively.

In the small courtyard, Qinghe Taoist furrowed his brow.

This Illusion Realm was formed based on the consciousness of the Dragon Turtle, therefore the Cultivation Techniques known to the Dragon Turtle would naturally appear here— in fact, they could only manifest what the Dragon Turtle knew itself.

Now if you really asked Su Huanian in the Illusion Realm, she would only know what the Dragon Turtle itself knew; she couldn’t speak of anything more sophisticated.

This is like a dream, where you cannot dream beyond the limits of your own knowledge.

Even if mortals dream of flying through the skies or burrowing through the earth, it’s only in form.

Now that Su Huanian has passed on the Cultivation Technique, what will Brother Ge do?

That drunken leopard, where has he hidden himself for half a day?

Why hasn’t he appeared yet?

If he doesn’t appear soon, the entanglement between the Dragon Turtle and Su Huanian will only deepen, so how will he be pulled out?

Meanwhile, in a forested mountain cave in the distance,

A massive white leopard appeared utterly baffled as it watched the scene before it.

Four female leopards were rolling, presenting, and raising their tails before it…

These were four female leopards in heat.

Elder Ge had never been so popular in his life, and suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

Su He, submerged in the lake, circulated the Spell Decision, breathing in and out, as pure vital energy entered his body with each wave of comfort.

He always felt that this Cultivation Technique was innately designed for turtles.

Did Su Huanian practice this every day as well?

Would she not turn herself into a turtle?

As the wind stopped and the rain ceased, the waning moon hung high, until the Jade Rabbit returned to the palace and the Golden Crow rose high, brightening the sky.

Only then did Su He catch a carp and return to the small courtyard.

Qinghe Taoist looked at him strangely; this turtle didn’t understand worldly ways.

When truly pursuing a woman, shouldn’t one first cozy up to her father?

What was the meaning of chilling here all night long?

Qinghe Taoist leaned close to Su Huanian, “My child, do you know that this scholar is your future husband— Ah—”

He hadn’t finished speaking when Su Huanian’s Immortal Sword floated up and planted itself at his feet, whooshing and carrying him straight to the Nine Heavens.

“— Lord… Ah!”

The figure was no longer visible, and only then did the voice twist down.

The Scholar looked at Su Huanian timidly.

The woman beside him fell to her knees with a thud at Su Huanian’s feet, “Please, Madam, punish me—Cui’er spoke out of turn without the young master’s consent, calling him husband, which must have caused Madam to misunderstand the young master.”

The Scholar bowed deeply as well, “My lady misunderstands—”

“Schwing!” The Sword Ring echoed as the Immortal Sword that had sent Qinghe Taoist away returned and directly stabbed the Scholar in the neck, a streak of fresh blood trickling down, his gaze icy and piercing.

“Mi-, Miss!” The Scholar dared not call her ‘my lady’ again.

The Immortal Sword was retracted.

The Scholar stole another glance at Su Huanian and bowed again, “Cui’er indeed was left by my mother, wishing to become my concubine, but since I have not yet taken a legal wife, I certainly wouldn’t take a concubine.

I hope Miss Su does not misunderstand.”

In those days, it was quite normal for a young master of a respectable family to have two maids to warm his bed and take a couple of concubines before marriage.

But the one before him was a Fairy, which naturally required different considerations.

If such a Fairy could be married, what did it matter if he took no concubines?

Su Huanian glanced at him, her voice cool and detached, “Whether or not you take concubines has nothing to do with me; go take the imperial examination.

Since you have a marriage arrangement with a daughter of the Su Family, the Su Family will not break its word.”

The Scholar was overjoyed, rubbing his hands and muttering incessantly, “Good, good…”

Nothing is better in life than having one’s name listed on the successful candidates of the imperial examination and enjoying a bridal chamber lit by candles.

With his influencers as the chief examiners this year, he should have nothing to worry about.

And on this side, he was also favored by fortune.

It didn’t matter to him whether the Fairy had a good or bad impression of him; once he married her, there would always be time to win her over.

Without a male host present, it was inconvenient for him to stay longer, and he feared Su Huanian would form a bad impression of him, which could worsen if he lingered.

He took his leave in a hurry.

Su Huanian turned to see the Grass Turtle pressing down on a fish with its claws, tucked into its turtle shell motionless, its eyes devoid of any sparkle.

She couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head, her voice crisp and cold, “One mustn’t easily break off an engagement set by parental decree and the matchmaker’s word; however, my heart is devoted to the Dao, and I am as good as a monk.

Fortunately, my father is hale and hearty, so it’s normal for him to have one or two more sisters to dote on.”

Su He stretched out her head from the Turtle Shell, her eyes opened.

After some thought, Su Huanian added, “If this man can wait—I will visit the renowned mountains, seek Pill Medicine, and prolong my father’s life for a hundred years.

Bearing a younger sister thirty or fifty years later would also be fine.”

She didn’t like this man, and naturally, she couldn’t let her own sister fall into a trap with him.

But the old man loved martial arts, and had caught the bad habit from the Martial Artist world of keeping his word at all costs; he would never go back on his word, not even if it meant pushing his own daughter into a pit of fire.

She would have to resort to some dirty tricks then.

From a distance, the Scholar waved over in her direction, “Miss, my surname is Wind, Wind Not Easy!”

“His name is Wind Unconventional.” Turtle Kid stretched out her head and earnestly told Su Huanian.

Su Huanian burst into laughter, like a Fairy chuckling at the mortal world.

Although she didn’t know why the Turtle had renamed him “Unconventional,” it clearly wasn’t for any good reason.

In the upper battle realm, Qinghe Taoist and Elder Ge were both closing their eyes and meditating, taking Pill Medicine to heal their wounds.

Qinghe Taoist sent a message over, “Elder Ge, where is he?”

Elder Ge was lying down with his eyes closed, his leopard fur fluttering in the wind, and he didn’t respond.

Qinghe Taoist sighed, “Your disciple’s Illusion Realm is quite astonishing, as if the script was well-prepared.

Even though I entered as Su Huanian’s father, I was only a Mortal Warrior, unlikely to have any significant influence on Su Huanian.”

He paused and then added, “And inside, that one looks just like a worthless Scholar; how could he succeed?”

Elder Ge communicated back, “Set up a situation to lure that Turtle Kid into the forest; if not beat him, then chase him into the forest, and I’ll just happen to come across him.”

Qinghe Taoist blinked, “Brother Ge, do not jest.

In the Illusion Realm, I am merely a Mortal Warrior; how could I chase after a Dragon Turtle in front of Su Huanian?

Moreover, your disciple has already received the Cultivation Technique; even if the Illusion Realm makes him forget everything, his instincts remain.

Perhaps in the next moment, he will regain some power of his original form.

I, a mere Mortal Warrior, how could I pursue him?”

It wasn’t that one couldn’t use Cultivator methods when entering the Illusion Realm; Qinghe Taoist had tried, and using any power that exceeded the script, the Illusion Realm would instantly shatter and collapse.

They were there to help the Dragon Turtle cement his Daoist heart and blend his nature, to sever the ties of emotional tribulations, not to break his Illusion Realm.