Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 162 - 162 027 Ya Ya Do you want to be my daddy

162: Chapter 027 Ya Ya: Do you want to be my daddy?

_1 162: Chapter 027 Ya Ya: Do you want to be my daddy?

_1 Broken Soul and Body, a lifespan of five years…

Su He’s gaze was fixed intently on the Bright Mirror.

The Bright Mirror wouldn’t make a mistake; the problem could only lie with Feng Yaya’s body.

Su He’s breath involuntarily caught, before becoming rapid.

If relationships were to be ranked since his arrival, Feng Yaya would undoubtedly top the list.

The little girl had been by his side without any ulterior motives or personal gain, driven purely by affection.

For the entire year, the girl and turtle had been inseparable, except when Su He hibernated—during which Feng Yaya would guard the ice surface day and night.

Every time she saw Su He evolve a little, she would be ecstatic beyond measure.

With so few loved ones, Feng Yaya’s value soared ever higher.

Feng Yaya stared at the characters on the Bright Mirror, her large eyes showing a hint of confusion.

She understood what she read, but somehow couldn’t quite grasp it.

Broken Soul and Body, does that mean half of me ran away?

Did half of my body go out to have fun without me?

With that thought, she suddenly felt indignant!

Her lips pouted in response.

“Yaya, check what’s wrong with your body,” Su He said gently, his Dragon Horn touching her forehead as the Bright Mirror was lent to her once again.

He couldn’t be like the White Jade Dragon Turtle, lending Divine Skills for a whole year; he could only use it once each time he lent it out, and it required another lend to use it again.

The Divine Skills he lent out were not as strong as his own.

With the Bright Mirror in Su He’s possession, it was in his sea of knowledge, visible only to him.

But with Feng Yaya, it floated outside, on public display.

Feng Yaya was still a bit upset, but obediently activated the Bright Mirror, and moments later, the information updated:

Status: Broken Soul and Body

Origin: 71%+5%

Origin is missing.

Su He suddenly remembered the battle at Qingyuan Mountain; a Big Ming King Demon Statue was shattered, and Feng Yaya, who had been unconscious, immediately woke up.

Two Big Ming King Demon Statues, one slashed itself, and then something fell into Feng Yaya’s body.

Su He looked at the “+5%” figure.

This was the Origin that had been taken away and then returned.

During this time, the little girl was in high spirits.

But Origin is not money—that can be lent out and paid back.

Losing thirty percent of one’s Origin isn’t like being paraplegic or losing a third of one’s body.

The analogy would be like cutting one-third of a person’s heart, liver, spleen, lungs, bones, blood, and every cell in their body away.

It would be a wonder to be alive!

That Feng Yaya even had a five-year lifespan was already a miracle.

Feng Yi Ju?

Feng Yi Ju!!!

It could only have been him!

No wonder Su Huanian had instructed him to protect Yaya and be careful of Feng Yi Ju.

Su He’s breathing became disordered.

The Mermaid Ritual and Jade were sitting quietly.

They didn’t know what to say, nor did they understand what little Yaya had experienced.

They could only see the murder in the Dragon Turtle’s eyes and deduced that this little girl must mean a great deal to him—if she weren’t important, she wouldn’t be allowed to roll about on the Dragon Turtle’s back without a care.

With the disappearance of the Bright Mirror, Su He’s eyes closed slightly, his thoughts clear: Origin is not easily damaged—killing a person is simple, but cutting away part of every cell in someone’s body is sheer fantasy.

Yet, once Origin is harmed, recovery seems impossible, aside from clinging to Heavenly Material Earthly Treasure to eke out an existence; apparently, there are no other avenues.

The Mermaid Ritual was hesitant to speak.

Su He looked towards her.

The Ritual hemmed and hawed, her eyes darting around, and it took her some time to gain resolve before she seriously said, “Sovereign Divine God, if there’s anyone with vast experience in this world, it would be the Divine God Beasts!”

Because Divine God Beasts live exceedingly long lives and witness much, they naturally understand more.

“Once you cross the Heavenly Tribulation and achieve the Dragon Turtle True Form, an elder from your clan will descend to guide you, and then you can ask how to remedy Miss Yaya’s condition,” she continued earnestly.

Su He’s eyes lit up, “Achieving the Dragon Turtle True Form will bring an elder?”

“Of course!” the Mermaid Ritual confirmed.

Crossing the Heavenly Catastrophe and achieving the Dragon Turtle True Form means becoming an infant.

The Dragon Turtle Clan is scarce—truly few in number, not even enough to count on one’s fingers!

Each infant is a treasure to the clan.

How could they let them wander alone without support?

At the very least, they’d tell the infant where to go for help if bullied!

They would declare to the world that this Turtle is their child and anyone who harms it shall perish!

A gleam flashed in Su He’s eyes; if what the Ritual said was true,

Even if the arriving Dragon Turtle was unaware, being an elder and having lived for untold years, it surely had familiar relations with other Divine God Beasts and Cultivators.

The information it could access was beyond what Su He could currently comprehend.

The Ritual opened her mouth, as if she had more to say.

She had been hesitant before, wondering whether to share this news with the Sovereign Divine God.

With only a bit over seventy percent of his bloodline and flesh, Su He had sensed the Heavenly Tribulation.

If he were to enhance it a little more, not much, just surpass eighty-five percent, he would have a high chance of crossing the Heavenly Tribulation.

But knowing this information now, might he attempt the Tribulation in a rush of urgency?

If he was to fail, it would be her fault.

It is an unforgivable sin to cause the death of a Dragon Turtle!

Taking a deep breath, the Ritual solemnly said, “Sir, please do not rush, the Heavenly Tribulation is difficult to cross, and should you hastily attempt it and fail, resulting in death and the end of your path, it would render everything moot, and Miss Yaya would lose yet another chance at life.”

She was right.

Su He exhaled turbidly to calm the elation in his heart, “Don’t worry, I have my own sense of measure,” he said.

Su He only had one Feng Yaya, but Feng Yaya didn’t have just one Su He.

Su Hua had means beyond his as a Cultivator of the Stepping Sky Realm; moreover, Yaya’s maternal grandfather was the former head of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, a place that prioritized business and had a wide network of associates.

Not everyone participated in the last battle at Qingyuan Mountain.

Like Yaya’s maternal grandfather, who was not at Qingyuan Mountain, and even her blacksmith uncle Su He, whom she had not seen; it wasn’t clear if he had been called away or if some other misfortune had befallen him.

Feng Yaya was not like him, a lone Turtle in the world.

She had close kin; Su He needn’t rush to cross the Heavenly Tribulation to seek an elder from the Dragon Turtle Clan.