Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 192 - 192 047 White Spirit Only I Can Kill Myself_2

192: Chapter 047 White Spirit: Only I Can Kill Myself_2 192: Chapter 047 White Spirit: Only I Can Kill Myself_2 Qing’s claws scratched at the air, trying to yank the White Spirit out of that Talisman Rune and give it a good beating.

This turtle must be seriously ill!

All I did was show it a glimpse of the entrance to the secret land, without even mentioning where it was!

Do all entrances to secret lands look alike?

Could it be that I am expected to learn divination and cast my own fortunes?

It’s tough on the turtle, not something that can be achieved in a short time.

Just understanding the experiences recorded in this Talisman Rune would likely take thousands of years.

As Qing stood there dumbfounded, the Talisman Rune flickered, its shattered images rewinding and coalescing.

The White Spirit reappeared.

With a push of its front paws, it sat cross-legged again, its face full of annoyance: “Forgot, you’re too young, too inexperienced.

You don’t even know what this place is.

As your older sister, I’ll be generous.

Every year, I’ll give you a free divination with these symbols.”

She stood with her hands on her hips, in the manner of someone who’d outdone themselves in generosity.

“Make good use of it, okay?

And you’re not allowed to tell the clan elders about the secret land~” The White Jade Dragon Turtle winked at Qing and began to fade away again.

Qing blinked, “Sister, you’ve missed something!”

The assured gaze of the White Jade Dragon Turtle turned frantic in an instant.

It quickly looked down at its underside, then glared at Qing, speaking threateningly, “I’ll bite you!

My tail is curled up tightly!”

After speaking, the image shattered abruptly.

Qing’s mind churned, and after a long moment, he blurted out a curse.

“Fuck!”

He never swore, except when he couldn’t hold back.

That image just now, was that how a dead dragon should act?

The White Spirit was still alive!

Living secretly in some hidden corner!

Qing’s breathing hastened.

The enormous Talisman Rune atop the White Spirit’s legacy flickered with dangerous red light.

A glance from Qing brought forth an image.

The image was blurry, ethereal, not as clear as the previous recording-like clarity, but more like an animated drawing.

Two Soaring Snakes lurked in the shadows, their wings spread as they rushed through the air.

Even as they darted, they spoke, “Hurry!

We must be fast!

To the Mystery Huang World Seven Absolute Secret Realms.

The Dragon Turtle has offspring, it will surely take the core of the secret land!

We must get there before it does.”

Next to it was a lacklustre Soaring Snake, looking like an eggplant hit by frost, “Don’t worry, that Turtle Kid just crossed the Heavenly Catastrophe, it’s weak, not yet at the Opening The Heaven stage.”

“Weak my ass!

Could a weakling shatter your intention?

Could be another White Spirit.

Speed up!

We’ll use the Flowing Light River, we must reach Mystery Huang World within ten days…”

The image fragmented completely at that point.

This wasn’t a live broadcast but rather a deduced image.

Qing doubted profoundly—weren’t divined prophecies supposed to be vague and ambiguous?

Could they really be so specific?

Qing immediately exited Heritage Sea, turning towards the eager Toad wanting to sneak into the Door of Three Lives to have a look around the Demonic Battle Zone, shouting, “Green Flower, take me to Mountain and Sea!”

The Toad swiveled its head around, glaring with gritted teeth.

Leaping up, it slapped Qing squarely on the forehead, and his consciousness was instantly in Profound Realm.

“Call me Green Flower again, and I’ll pluck your scales off one by one!” The Toad stomped on his forehead, croaking out a warning.

Qing shook his head, dislodging it from atop.

Unaware of one’s blessings, not satisfied with the name given by your parents?

He was named Qing because when he was brought into the orphanage, the matron was distributing pastries to the children.

Surname Su wasn’t appealing, so they chose Qing.

The choice of He was even more arbitrary, the dictionary was randomly flipped open and on that page, the simplest character was chosen — the matron only had elementary education; you couldn’t expect her to come up with a lofty name.

Qing let out a long howl towards the sky: “Awooo~”

My esteemed uncles and ancestors!

Who’s at home, any news on White Spirit!

No sooner had Qing shouted than he uncontrollably took flight, the scenery before him shifted dramatically, and he crashed headlong into a large mountain.

The mountain was hollow, gemstones twinkling within.

This luxuriously adorned place was actually a palace within the mountain.

Music sounded within, and a group of female turtles were swaying and dancing, the little females each a fine specimen, and despite only shaking their heads and tails, Qing felt as if he were watching a willow swaying in the breeze, as if they were unmatched beauties of the Mortal World.

This sense of aesthetics…

was problematic!

It was one thing to find White Spirit beautiful, but why did ordinary turtles also seem appealing to him?

Gu Luo and Locust were lounging in the utmost comfort ahead.

Qing: “…”

This is how the Profound Realm plays?

Just dragging me here like this, doesn’t it seem a bit inappropriate for children?

The other discussions about Dragon Turtle crossing the catastrophe referred to its Boundary Status.

In truth, Qing was still a Turtle Kid!

“Do you have any news on Little White Spirit?” Gu Luo turned his head and murmured softly.

Qing nodded and emitted a low murmur, “She left an image in Heritage Illusion.

I suspect…

she’s not dead!”

Boom!

Commotion arose, and the dancing female turtles vanished in an instant.

Gu Luo and Locust stared intently at Qing.

“Memory!” Qing murmured softly.

It was too tiring to shout back and forth like this with such an affair.

Better to see it for oneself.

Recalling the memory in his mind.

The two seniors cooperated immediately, and an image formed in front of Qing, exactly his experience within Heritage Illusion.

An Ink Jade Dragon Turtle lifted its head towards one of White Spirit’s three Talisman Runes, the rune twisted.

Qing murmured softly, “Attention, elder clansmen, White Spirit is coming…”

An image appeared on the Talisman Rune, showing a hilltop where a White Jade Dragon Turtle was retracted into its shell, appearing aggrieved, sobbing softly.

Qing: “???”

This image was not part of his experience!

In the image, the White Spirit poked its head out and addressed the screen, “I’m sorry, I’m dead…

I can’t bear your children…

I was born before you, and you were born after I was gone…

Even if you go to my grave, if you touch my corpse, I still can’t continue our lineage for you…”