Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 121 - 121 120 Leopard King_1

121: Chapter 120: Leopard King_1 121: Chapter 120: Leopard King_1 Elder Ge did not speak, huffing and puffing for a long time before transmitting his voice, “It really is scripted; I’ve become a leopard demon in the forest ten miles away!”

“Isn’t that pretty good?” Qinghe Taoist said, puzzled.

Wouldn’t this make it easier to intersect with the Dragon Turtle?

Why then did he sense a hint of annoyance in Elder Ge’s tone?

After several more breaths, Elder Ge transmitted his voice again, “Then you tell me, why would leopards have a Leopard King like lions do?

And this Leopard King even has a harem group!”

At that moment, inside the Illusion Realm, Elder Ge was at a loss in front of eight estrous female leopards.

Qinghe Taoist was stunned for a moment; he didn’t speak further as his beard twitched, trying to suppress a laugh.

Wondering how Brother Ge is faring with his Tao Cultivation in the Illusion Realm?

If he is the lowest rank of small demon, he’s probably no match for a pack of leopards, right?

He was about to crack a joke when, suddenly, a vast Intention came from nowhere and exploded abruptly over East Cloud Mountain.

Su Huanian, dressed in white, stood aloft in the battlefield with her semi-transparent avatar of thought, her gaze falling upon the Eight Great Maitreya Demon Statues, engraving each one into her eyes.

Brother Ge, Sister Yu, Brother Qiao…

She counted each one, her gaze finally resting on Feng Yi Ju.

Without speaking a word, she just quietly watched him, neither angry nor sad, just silently observing.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

The lower battlefield could not sense it and continued to fight.

The upper battlefield, however, all stopped.

Especially at the very top, they all knew what had happened to Ya Ya; an unnatural calm had settled in.

It was impossible to conceal; Su Huanian, as a being of Stepping Sky’s Second Step, only needed a glance to know what had happened.

Feng Yi Ju slowly closed his eyes, clueless as to where Su Huanian’s avatar originated from.

There were far too many possibilities—he was born and raised in Qingyuan, and perhaps any leaf carried a trace of her Divine Sense.

So, after breaking through Qingyuan’s Mountain Protection Array that day, Feng Yi Ju took the opportunity to make alterations and was the first to add a suppressant for Su Huanian’s Divine Sense.

But still, there were fish slipping through the net.

Several Big Ming King Demon Statues stood motionless, without speaking, no explanation, no pretense, heads lowered and unmoving.

Su Huanian gazed down at Feng Yi Ju, as if in casual conversation, her voice unnervingly calm, “From now on, you and I have no more connection.”

Feng Yi Ju did not respond; a lock of hair at his temple began to burn.

Su Huanian’s avatar of thought then disintegrated.

At the Yao Guang World, on the Ancestral Land of the Hechuan Clan, the Green Bird flew over Su Huanian’s head, chirping nonstop, but suddenly fell silent.

Soul Beasts are mentally connected with their owners; it already knew what had happened at Qingyuan Gate.

With its mouth open but unsure what to say.

It only watched as a lock of green hair at Su Huanian’s temple burned to nothing, and a strand of white hair appeared to replace the burnt green.

Su Huanian looked towards Qingyuan, standing silently, and after an unknown amount of time, a tear trickled down her cheek.

With the Immortal Sword in hand, she executed a cut in the air, seemingly hitting nothing yet decisively cutting off something.

“Green Bird, follow me onto the Flying Boat, up the Flowing Light River.

Back to Qingyuan.”

“But that’s the Flowing Light River controlled by the Sealed Emperor Great World,” the Green Bird’s head virtually swelled from the idea.

“Then we’ll fight our way back.”

Su Huanian gently raised her hand; her lush jade fingers tapped in quick succession upon the “Blessing” of Qing energy.

She could feel the Dragon Turtle still calling out to her, again and again.

She did not know who in Qingyuan Gate she could still trust, but the Dragon Turtle was brought into the Sect by Ya Ya and spent all its time with her; it should be trustworthy.

In its Illusion Realm, there was her!

He sent another intention into the Illusion Realm, requesting the Dragon Turtle to take Ya Ya and leave immediately.

Inside the Xuanqing Temple Illusion Domain, time passed swiftly, midsummer had long passed, and it was now deep autumn.

Su He emerged from the lake with a grass carp in his mouth, placing the fish on the Green Stone and looking at Su Huanian, “How about…

some sashimi?”

“Why?” Su Huanian opened her eyes and looked at him.

Having spent a long time together, Su Huanian had become more responsive to Su He.

Unlike before, when several questions might not even elicit a single answer.

Embarrassed, Su He said, “It’s nutritious, you could gain a bit of weight.”

“Am I very thin?” Su Huanian asked.

As Su He’s gaze swept over her body, it paused for a moment on her chest, “You definitely won’t be thin in the future, but right now you’re a little bit.”

Turtles indeed have spirituality, but predicting future weight gain was unrealistic.

Moreover, being thin or fat had no impact on cultivation; why care about it?

Su Huanian shook her head gently; she still disliked eating meat.

“You must be hibernating soon, right?”

A sense of melancholy rose from the bottom of Su He’s heart.

Although he had started cultivating, the natural instincts of his turtle species remained.

Lately, these instincts had been driving him to hunt continuously, storing energy.

As the temperature dropped, the time for hibernation approached.

“Where will you go after I hibernate?”

Shaking her head, Su Huanian said, “I don’t know, I might just build a hut here and live, or visit famous mountains and rivers to seek fellow cultivators.”

“Will you come back next year?”

“I don’t know.”

If that’s the case, then I won’t hibernate.

Su He sank underwater; the temperature had decreased, and his movements were slowing down.

After catching a few fish and shrimp, he slowly surfaced but saw that Su Huanian had already sliced the grass carp on the Green Stone, arranged it on a plate, and was now tasting it with ginger-vinegar sauce.

The turtle was pleased.

That ginger-vinegar sauce was obtained the day before when a peddler passed by, and he had exchanged it for the silver he had collected from the lakebed.

Unfortunately, when the peddler heard the giant turtle speaking, he trembled, put down all his ginger-vinegar sauce, didn’t dare take the silver, and fled with his goods in tow.

Su He was quite hurt by the reaction.

Days passed one after another, and the white-haired old man from Su Huanian’s family visited several times; Su He did not like him.

Every visit, he would praise Wind Not Easy excessively in front of Su Huanian.

Su He truly couldn’t understand what the old man was thinking.

His own daughter had already entered the path of cultivation, with a lifespan and abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so why was he so fixated on fulfilling a promise, eager to marry a fairy to a mortal?

Don’t you know that scholars have never been good people since ancient times?

How could such an old hand not see this?

The old man was skilled in martial arts; Su He felt that, even now, he might not be able to defeat him.

The old man had once shattered a chunk of a grindstone the size of a millstone with a single punch in front of him.

It was straightforward intimidation.

Su He couldn’t fathom it; he hadn’t revealed anything to the old man, yet the latter seemed very wary of him.

Wary, and yet he presumed to order him around.

Every time he came, he would make Su He catch some carp from the lake for him.

Sometimes, Su He was even tasked with delivering them to his home.

He lived in a martial arts school in the nearby township, leading a semi-reclusive life.

When the old man arrived again, small snowflakes began to drift from the sky, and thin edges of ice started to form on the lake surface.

Su He seldom swam now; he had not eaten for two days, and he was sustaining himself without hibernating solely by willpower.

The old man spent the day dancing and singing cheerfully here, because news had come from the capital that Wind Not Easy had achieved the title of Lanflower Scholar and would soon return home in glory.

Su He thought they were boasting, was there ever an imperial examination held in this season?

The ink wouldn’t even dissolve properly, would it?

When the old man left, it became even colder.

Su He looked at Su Huanian, “Can I spend the winter in your straw hut this year?”