Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 195 - 195 048 Robber_2

195: Chapter 048 Robber_2 195: Chapter 048 Robber_2 The distance was somewhat great, but one could board the Flowing Light River halfway through the journey.

“The landscape flat and the mountains vanished up ahead, have we left East Cloud Mountain?” Su He asked, peering at the mountains and rivers below the clouds.

“Who knows?” The toad shrugged its shoulders, sitting on the turtle shell and sewing a short garment out of some unknown beast’s hide.

With utmost seriousness, its voice echoed in the depths of Su He’s heart, “Are we really heading straight to the Seven Absolute Secret Realm?”

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“Is there a problem?” Su He inquired.

“There’s something off about White Spirit!” The toad spoke gravely.

It had been cautious not to speak out of turn in the Profound Realm, and even now, it only dared to communicate with Su He through their minds: “You’re a transmigrator, and fundamentally, it should be impossible to calculate your fate.

Not now, and not even before when the Heavenly Secret Lock was not yet in place, it was impossible for divinations to foresee you!”

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Su He was clueless; this touched on a blind spot in his knowledge.

He had once perused the toad’s memories, but memories are just memories, knowledge is knowledge – it was impossible to transfer all the contents of the toad’s brain to his own in just an instant.

The inheritances of knowledge from the Tao Palace were essentially memories too, so didn’t Su He have to learn them bit by bit?

While continuing to sew the garment, the toad softly said in Su He’s heart, “Your greatest advantage isn’t the Dragon Turtle Bloodline, nor the dice golden finger, but your identity as a transmigrator!

You do not belong to this world, and your destiny is unpredictable, which is your utmost reliance.”

Su He became even more perplexed, “Isn’t everyone else’s destiny unpredictable too?” Apart from abominations like White Spirit, no one could accurately foresee another’s fate.

“It’s not the same!” the toad declared in a serious tone, “Others are shrouded in the chaos of the heavenly secrets; they cannot be foreseen, but not because their destinies don’t exist!

Just like—”

It gestured towards a village below the white clouds, hidden among the Green Mountains.

With dusk approaching, the village was tranquil; cattle and sheep returned to their pens, chickens and ducks to their nests.

“You see, the villagers rise at dawn and rest at dusk, carrying water, chopping wood, feeding pigs, herding sheep – everyone knows what they’ll do each day.

Even shrouded in fog, the routines and tasks to be accomplished follow a pattern.”

While speaking, the toad clapped its hands and exhaled, and in an instant, the village was enveloped in thick fog.

“Starting fires, calling out, returning home, meals, rest…” the toad whispered into Su He’s heart, enumerating the inevitable occurrences in a village on a foggy day.

Within the village, torches were lit, women called children home, neighbors who dropped by each other’s houses returned, the clatter of dishes and bowls resonated, one could even discern the thickness of the porridge they drank.

Su He hovered above, concealed within the clouds.

As the turtle and the toad waited quietly, soon there were snoring sounds, and occasionally, from some houses, there were lewd and vulgar noises…

“The fog may obscure vision, but the inevitable still happens.

Some may fall ill, others may have accidents, fortunes could change; even if there are unexpected events, they are within the realm of reason.

But what if there’s an outsider intrusion—”

It pointed outside the village, where four ragged but fierce-looking mountain thieves were sneaking into the village.

With a wave of its claw, the toad sent out four gusts of wind, ending the thieves’ lives: “If there are invaders from the outside, who knows what they might do?

They could massacre the village, abduct brides, or simply adopt a new identity and live in hiding.”

It tapped on Su He’s Turtle Shell, “You are that outsider, you are different from us.

We have destinies that cannot be predicted, you have no destiny at all!

You are the one with truly limitless possibilities!”

It looked solemnly, “How can White Spirit calculate your destiny?”

Su He blinked, so… this is the “transmigrators are awesome” theory?

Such a profound question, how could he, a cultivation novice, possibly understand?

Moreover, it was about White Spirit…

White Spirit has always been unreasonable in some ways.

Over the days, Su He gradually began to accept a notion: since it’s White Spirit, then going overboard seemed only natural.

From the White Spirit Graveyard, the corpse, the Turtle Shell, to the Dragon Tortoise Clan,Su He could sense that Dragon Tortoises were truly different.

They were a family.

White Spirit was mysterious; since she didn’t let the mature dragon turtles know, there must be a reason behind it—perhaps if the mature dragon turtles knew, the secrets she wanted to hide would be revealed?

For instance… the cause of death!

Idle speculation was useless; a trip to the Seven Absolute Secret Realm would naturally clarify everything.

Su He glanced at the small village now completely silent within the fog, then propelled himself swiftly towards the distant horizon with his limbs.

Beyond East Cloud Mountain was the Flowing Light River.

The Flowing Light River wasn’t naturally formed but was the defining skill of the Undefined Clan from the Starfall Macro World.

It was also the safest and most convenient mode of transportation in All Heavens and Myriad Realms—asides from those Greater Powers able to rip through space for direct transit, this was the most widespread means of transport.

Entrusting the most crucial transportation to outsiders, an act of imparting power, was uncontested by the Three Thousand Great Worlds, indicating that countermeasures surely existed.

Around the Flowing Light River were nodes akin to stations for boarding and alighting.

At each node, port cities floated in the air with various Flying Boats docked, ready to depart.

The Flying Boats of the Flowing Light River were distinct from ordinary ones; they were grey-black, with their exteriors coated in a Netherstone Layer.

Most materials couldn’t endure the assault of the river; only Netherstone was capable.

Netherstone was precious, hence why the Netherstone mine on the second level of Qingyuan Gate Prison became a pillar of Qingyuan Gate’s financial resources.

Even before Su He’s arrival, roars of excitement echoed within East Cloud Port.

“Dragon Turtle!

The Dragon Turtle has truly come!” There was excitement in this person’s voice.

With turtles undergoing tribulation to become Dragon Turtles, numerous Cultivators had made their way to East Cloud Mountain in succession these past days, just to catch a glimpse of the Dragon Turtle.

Whether one could bask in its auspicious presence was another matter.

What if the Dragon Turtle took them as followers?

Wouldn’t their life be settled then?

Even if not, the experience alone was worth it!

After all, it’s just a ride on the Flowing Light River, and it wouldn’t cost much.