Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 131 - 131 004 Eagle_1

131: Chapter 004 Eagle_1 131: Chapter 004 Eagle_1 There was no need to think; this had to be the nest of an Exotic Beast from the bird family.

Such a large storm, and the nest not a bit damp—no ordinary bird could achieve that.

Having eaten her fill, Feng Yaya wiped her mouth and crawled into the nest, hugging an egg as she fell asleep.

It was time for her deep sleep again.

The last time she truly slept was when Su He took on a master, followed by the incident in the Prison Ghost Space where she was knocked unconscious by the Peacock’s cry and slept for a day.

Before that, at the Door of Three Lives, she was stunned by the Peacock again and slept for half a day.

By now, she hadn’t slept for six or seven consecutive days.

This time, upon waking, Feng Yaya felt exceptionally spirited.

Su He finished off the remaining half of the Python Snake, pulled out a Turtle Shell from the External Space, enveloped it in Fu Mountain’s influence, and began absorbing.

This was the shell of the Turtle Demon that tried to seduce him; Su He now had a total of three, which made the External Space packed to the brim, with other items stored inside the turtle shells.

With so many items in the External Space, using Fu Mountain directly within would exert great pressure, and one could easily absorb other items if not careful.

Especially when falling into a deep sleep and using the Art of Dreaming to absorb.

Su He hadn’t slept for several days either; since condensing True Blood, his need for sleep had diminished, or rather, had become more concentrated.

Su He could now sleep like Feng Yaya, going days without sleep, then sleeping for days at a time.

In the future, this interval would likely extend even further, going a long time without sleep, then sleeping for an extended period when he did.

It is said that Divine God Beasts, even powerful Exotic Beasts, and Cultivators are all like this.

With advanced Tao Cultivation, sleep is no longer a necessity, perhaps just a biological habit, a preference.

The wild pig lay outside the cave for a long time, ascertaining that the man and turtle inside were sound asleep before it quietly stood up and waddled off into the mountain forest.

Those two had no hearts, making it dig out the cave for half a day and still not willing to offer it a single bite to eat.

Rooting about with its nose, the wild pig searched for food along the way, eating underground insects, nuts, and mice, yet it didn’t feel full.

Grunting along, it reached the seaside, blinked its eyes, and looked at the distant firelight from the cave and the sea.

With a resolve, it dove in headfirst.

Life like this was unbearable; it was time to relocate!

Having swum three or four miles, a sense of danger surged, and, turning around instantly, it came face to face with a massive creature in the water.

It was the Tiger Whale.

The wild pig felt its soul about to escape as it turned and fled toward the little island.

The Tiger Whale slapped its tail and gave chase but then stopped.

It was previously beaten while trying to catch this pig.

Would it get beaten again if it tried now?

Turning around, it headed into the vast ocean, but its heart remained unsettled.

After a moment’s thought, it suddenly returned, took a mouthful of sea water, sprayed the pig all over, and with a flip of its tail, savagely slapped the pig, sending it flying far away.

Then, it turned and fled.

Only after putting some distance did it joyfully leap out of the water, whistling cheerfully.

The day’s frustrations were all washed away with that slap.

The wild pig was flung high up, plunging into the sea with a splash, its head spinning and stomach churning like overturned seas.

Struggling to regain consciousness, it dared not linger and frantically paddled back to the little island with all four hooves, huffing and puffing its way back to the cave, where it collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

After a long while, as it gazed at the man and turtle sleeping inside the cave, a sense of security slowly returned.

It carefully inched further into the cave to avoid the wind and rain and let out a snort of contentment.

Su He was dreaming.

For the first time since becoming a turtle, he dreamed: a vague dreamscape, a small yard surrounded by a fence, a thatched hut, and outside the hut stood a statue.

Fuzzy and indistinct, the more he tried to see clearly, the less clear it became.

Meanwhile, an unknown distance away in the depths of the universe, above the Flowing Light River, Flying Boats shuttled to and fro.

In the cabin of an ordinary Flying Boat, Su Huanian slowly opened his eyes.

He shook his head.

She could no longer connect with the Dragon Turtle through the “blessing” aura.

In the past, while the Dragon Turtle was in the Illusion Realm, outlining her image acted like an anchor that allowed her intention to reach there.

But now that anchor was gone.

Even when guiding the Dragon Turtle to dream, her intention couldn’t descend.

All the measures left on Ya Ya had failed; otherwise, there would be no need for such trouble.

The Green Bird guarding by the side finally didn’t have to keep quiet and can’t speak, immediately began chirping non-stop, “How is it, how is it?

How’s my girl?”

Soul Beasts and cultivators share a spiritual connection, their intentions connected.

It had rather brazenly claimed Ya Ya as its daughter, but it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Su Huanian shook his head, “I can only sense it vaguely, but things should be stable.” He could feel that Ya Ya was sleeping beside him and that the Dragon Turtle was cultivating; such stability wouldn’t be possible otherwise.

“What about the Dragon Turtle?

The Dragon Turtle?” Green Bird anxiously paced back and forth on the perch.

Su Huanian was good in every aspect except for his cool disposition—never telling anything unless asked, which was so annoying.

He wouldn’t even share memories.

Su Huanian paused for a moment before saying, “It’s doing quite well too.”

Green Bird felt relieved.

It was very interested in that Dragon Turtle now and had some thoughts about turning Su Huanian into a turtle too—it was quite optimistic about him.

The next time Hechuan Wasteland opens, it’ll introduce him to a Soul Beast!

“Screech!”

Su He was woken up by the cry of an eagle, upon opening her eyes, she saw a wild boar retreating into the cave as if it had encountered a natural enemy, grunting as it backed away.

Outside, two massive eagles were circling and screeching above, searching high in the sky.

Turning her head to look at Feng Yaya, she wondered how long she had been asleep.

The two bird eggs had already cracked open, and two fluffy, sparse little red flesh balls were chirping in Feng Yaya’s embrace, with large heads and small bodies not yet opening their eyes.

Su He collected Fu Mountain and Turtle Shell, then literally dragged the wild boar out of the cave, passing the entrance a stream of water rose to seal it, preventing scent from escaping and being discovered by the eagles overhead.

Su He didn’t want to fight the eagles at all.

They belonged to archers who could fly above and shoot down feathers; these feathers would split rocks as they fell, leaving Su He no choice but to take a passive beating.

Divine God Might transmitted upwards, but its power would be greatly reduced.

The Thunderbird would have been useful, but the agility of the eagles made them difficult to hit.

The two Grey Falcons circled overhead for a long time; looking up, one could see the bald patches on their bellies, likely the work of Feng Yaya.

Two silly birds, of all to annoy, they had to choose Feng Yaya—it was a wonder they hadn’t lost their chicks!

The two Little Eagles that had hatched in Feng Yaya’s embrace carried her scent, even if they were returned, they would be pecked to death by their own parents.

The Exotic Beast was entirely different from ordinary eagles.

Habits were deeply affected by abilities.

A strong sense of smell was not always a benefit.

The two eagles landed on the treetop, calling out and suddenly looking toward the cave.

They were too late to be stopped by the curtain of water; they had smelled the odor from their nest.

The two eagles, screeching as if mad, dove headlong toward the cave.

Su He squinted and shrank into the Turtle Shell, waiting until both eagles latched onto the shell before suddenly bursting out.

Crack!

A series of lightning bolts struck down, burying both Su He and the eagles in the midst of the thunder.

Crackle!

The scent of charred bird wafted out.

The two eagles lay stiff on the ground.

The Thunderbird’s attack was quite magical; being struck felt icy cold to the core, yet the marks left behind looked burned by lightning.

Along with the eagles, Su He, who endured the Thunderbird’s attack, only felt a hint of coolness.

During this short nap, Fu Mountain had been in operation non-stop, and the Turtle Shell had already shown signs of melting.

The defensive power of the External Phase Turtle Mountain had increased.

The Dragon Turtle’s defense could lead several levels ahead in Boundary Status.