Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 137 - 137 010 Savage King_1

137: Chapter 010: Savage King_1 137: Chapter 010: Savage King_1 In the distance, Green Snake coiled on a tree, watching Feng Yaya, its tail swinging leisurely from the tree, looking quite content.

Sometimes I really envy this little girl, born to a good family, with great talent, and also good-looking.

When she grows up, she’s sure to be a charming little fairy.

The Sect Leader is so powerful, in the Stepping Sky Three-fold realm, a person like a divine immortal.

The Sect Leader’s wife is also formidable, having reached the Stepping Sky realm even earlier, and she’s already the cultivator with the best talent from Qingyuan Gate…

Dragon Turtle also has great talent, and it’s a Divine God Beast.

Indeed, beasts envy other beasts so much it kills them.

The most infuriating thing is, with such great talent, the Dragon Turtle is still so hardworking, and it has gone down to the ocean to cultivate.

Going into the sea is something I absolutely wouldn’t dare to do again, I’ve only been down to the sea twice in this lifetime.

Once, I was playfully beaten by a Six-star Tiger Whale, and another time I encountered a Six-star Seal.

Lucky to have fled quickly, or else the residual waves from the Dragon Turtle and Sea Dog’s battle would have chopped me into little snake segments.

Compared to land, the ocean is vaster, and the exotic beasts are naturally more fierce, savage, and numerous.

Green Snake decided that without a body and abilities like those of its ancestors, it definitely wouldn’t go down to the sea again.

The shore is pretty good too, as long as Feng Yaya is awake, there’s nothing to fear from any enemy.

Feng Yaya was only gloomy for a while, then happily returned to the stone cave, sitting at the doorway, cheerfully swinging her little feet.

Below, Green Snake helped her adjust the saddle and also told her a story.

It’s about the Savage King leaving the mountain.

“Beneath the Savage King, a black-and-white Sky-Consuming Bear, wielding a gigantic drum and a gilded golden hammer, swept across the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, each village, each stronghold, and tens of thousands of tribes all submitting…”

This is the story Green Snake learned when it entered Li Nan Yuan; taken from apocryphal histories, it tells of a Savage King’s romantic history in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to the south during Ancient Times.

Of course, when telling it to Feng Yaya, it omitted the romantic exploits, leaving only how the Savage King conquered the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and waged war in All Heavens.

Feng Yaya listened with boiling blood, her large eyes shining as she looked at the small island behind her filled with the continuous roars of beasts.

Tomorrow, I’ll subdue them!

Su He’s consciousness returned to her Intention Orifice, and characters appeared on the Bright Mirror.

Status: Healthy

True Blood: 89.9%

Offering Bones: 13%

Internal Organs: 15%

A day of cultivation complete, the Internal Organs increased by one percent, and there were decimals after that, but Su He chose to ignore them and didn’t allow them to appear.

The Internal Organs change with food, mood, and overall status; being too precise is pointless, it needlessly consumes the energy of the Divine Sense.

Su He leisurely opened her eyes and saw, not far in front of her, a Sea Dog sneakily approaching a sea turtle, ready to pounce at any moment.

The sea turtle, unaware of the danger, was cautiously watching Su He, wanting to approach but not daring to.

“Don’t harm that turtle!” Su He called out.

The Sea Dog was startled, its face full of confusion, unable to understand at all.

So stupid!

Su He sent a wave of water at it, knocking it several miles out.

Its concealed breath suddenly exposed by the disruption, the sea turtle immediately felt a chill down its spine and abruptly plunged into the water, water cannons exploding from under its limbs, propelling it rapidly in the opposite direction.

It didn’t dare look back.

Su He doesn’t eat turtles, nor does she kill them, unless they are competing for food.

Back at Tinghai Lake, she had fought with other young turtles, been bitten, and had even bitten other older ones to death.

But generally, she maintained a respectful distance, avoiding each other.

Not long after, the Sea Dog swam back, huffing and puffing, searching for the fleeing sea turtles.

A Toad sat leisurely on its head—today, without the mink jacket, wearing a grass skirt around its waist and, from who knows where, had gotten a smoking pipe that it was puffing on with relish.

The fiery red tobacco burned normally under the sea, creating little bubbles that popped up from the pipe now and then.

It looked at Su He, sneering with dissatisfaction that Su He refused to sell it True Blood.

Its paw reached into the grass skirt and pulled out a green and slimy mud ball, tossing it towards Su He.

Despicable sneak attack!

Su He stepped back, only to see the mud ball grow larger as it flew through the air, until it transformed into an enormous Turtle Shell that smashed down onto the seafloor with a crash.

Growing inside and out of the Turtle Shell was green furry seaweed and a faint Dragon Turtle pressure radiated from it.

“This is the cast-off shell of that Dragon Turtle, for you to comprehend.

If your cultivation yields success and you accidentally transform into a Divine God Beast, remember you owe me a favor!”

Dragon Turtles, one by one, are too honest, unwilling to partner with it to break out.

So, each had to fend for themselves, but the Toad didn’t have much confidence in this Dragon Turtle cultivation attempt—even though what it was cultivating wasn’t a living creature, just a one-time, world-breaking, ephemeral counterfeit.

Still lacking confidence.

This path served as a contingency plan.

Trapped in this godforsaken place for thousands of years, the frog longed to get out.

Seeing Su He’s startled expression, the Toad sneered, riding the Sea Dog toward small islands.

It had to find its big smoking pipe; this dry pipe couldn’t explode, and puffing on it wasn’t satisfying at all.

Su He came back to his senses, the Toad had already departed.

Only the Turtle Shell was left in front of him.

He swirled the water to create a vortex and cleaned the Turtle Shell, which regained its natural appearance of earthy yellow, displaying attributes of both earth and water.

Its original species was unidentifiable, with only a faint pressure of the Dragon Turtle lingering.

Su He circled around it a few times without coming to an understanding and then cast his Divine Sense over the Turtle Shell.

In times of uncertainty, deploying Divine Sense is the basic maneuver of a Cultivator.

The scene before him shifted, and within his Divine Sense, Su He saw a Grey Falcon clutching a Flower Turtle, dropping it from a great height toward an island, attempting to smash it open to devour.

However, the Flower Turtle didn’t die from the crash onto the island; it found a cave and hid within.

The Grey Falcon screeched in frustration, unable to do anything but return empty-handed.

The Flower Turtle, with its shell shattered, lay motionless inside the cave, unable to move, quietly healing its wounds.

As it slept, a ray of light fell beside it, and soon after, a Demonic Fruit grew and bloomed by its mouth, bearing fruit—providence itself seemed to be feeding it.

The scene flickered, and then flickered again, sequentially displaying the struggles of this turtle as it strived to survive, step by step on the path to becoming a Dragon Turtle.

But its Bloodline cultivation halted at sixty percent.

After consolidating sixty percent of its True Blood, bones, and Internal Organs, it advanced not even a fraction further.

Until one chance discovery led it to this Small World, which might relate to the Divine God Beast Dragon Turtle, so it desperately wormed its way in.

Its entry point wasn’t the Door of Three Lives but a cave.

Just the same, once it entered, it could never leave, dying old in this Small World without being able to take its Bloodline cultivation any further.

This was the common fate of most beasts on the path of becoming Divine God Beasts.

Their Bloodline stagnated, without an inch of further progress.

To have solidified sixty percent of its Bloodline, this Dragon Turtle was already a prodigy.

Its fate was starkly different from Su He’s, as Su He had already consolidated nearly ninety percent of his True Blood, and the Dragon Turtle Shadow in his Mind Orifice was still present, allowing for ongoing solidification.

But now, the quality of his flesh and bones was too low; the newly created blood was not Dragon Turtle True Blood.

Su He needed to pause his pace, first to cultivate his bones and flesh, which didn’t mean his evolutionary path had halted.

The Dragon Turtle’s advancement process could only serve as a reference, yet from it, Su He could learn about several dozen types of Bloodline cultivation Pill Medicines.

And there was also… this Small World!

According to the Dragon Turtle’s deductions, becoming a Divine God Beast Dragon Turtle did indeed allow one to control the entrance to this Small World, and it was the only way.

That was almost equivalent to indirectly owning a majestic Small World!

It was an electrifying prospect!