Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 219 - 219 055 White Spirit Younger Cousin Hurry on I'll Hold Off the Pursuers Myself_1

219: Chapter 055: White Spirit: Younger Cousin Hurry on, I’ll Hold Off the Pursuers Myself_1 219: Chapter 055: White Spirit: Younger Cousin Hurry on, I’ll Hold Off the Pursuers Myself_1 Qing reclined in the massive shape of a Dragon Turtle in the water, looking like a small man who had achieved his petty ambition.

To kill the snake, one must aim for its heart.

He stared unblinkingly at the Soaring Snake, ready to strike a ruthless blow whenever it became mentally unstable.

The giant snake had already submerged itself and was waiting for the right moment to strike.

What appeared to be a streak of water on the turtle’s back was merely an illusion.

The Soaring Snake gasped with a sound like a broken bellows, its tail slapping the surface of the Yellow Springs water, causing an explosion and fracturing the space.

It has to be White Spirit!

Surely, only White Spirit would suddenly remember the Seven Absolute Secret Realm after tens of thousands of years?

Back then, she was trained here for a thousand years!!

White Spirit always planned her moves far in advance, considering thousands of steps with each one she took.

It must be her, otherwise it wouldn’t have called out for its elder clansmen!

“White Spirit!” the Soaring Snake roared again.

It was a heartrending shriek.

“Hey, hey~ I’m here!” a playful voice sounded, carrying a touch of frivolity.

“Who’s looking for me?” A figure as white as jade suddenly appeared at the boundary between the Yellow Springs and the Vast Sea.

After looking around, it waved its paw at Qing: “Yo!

Little brother, it’s been ten thousand years, hope you’ve been well~”

She was referring to the time in the Pill Room World.

More than ten thousand years?

With seas changing into mulberry fields, Qing couldn’t even remember how many years it had been.

She turned her head back, looking at the Soaring Snake, and tilted her head for quite a while before, seemingly with sudden recognition, she cheerfully said, “Oh, isn’t that the Moon Elder?

Long time no see.”

The Soaring Snake that had just been rampaging and howling paused in shock as it gazed at White Spirit, its body shrinking into a quail’s size, not even daring to move its wounds.

The Yellow Springs retracted further until it had completely withdrawn back into its body.

The pupils in the Soaring Snake’s eyes kept flickering, its tail tip frantically poking the ground, like a mouse that had seen a cat.

It’s her!

Without a doubt!

Even turned to ash, it would never forget this figure.

It had no idea how much courage it must have taken to dare to rush into the White Turtle Formation on the great lake.

But now, the real White Spirit was standing in front of it, alive!

The Soaring Snake lowered its head, motionless, cursing Qing to pieces in its heart.

The Houdou’s shit – Lei and Luo had stolen the Jubilant Death Tree!

It’s White Spirit!

Only White Spirit!

Only she could defeat seven Soaring Snakes at the same time—when White Spirit made her move, the more there were, the easier it was; even seventy would be of no avail.

White Spirit turned to Qing and said with laid-back earnestness, “Eh, why are you standing there not running?

Hurry up and run!

You’ve completely enraged this Soaring Snake.

When it starts a desperate outburst, nobody can stop it.”

“This secret land is about to break open.

Once the enraged Soaring Snake recovers, neither this fairy’s sword nor your little divine skills will be able to stop it, and you could die!”

Qing: “…”

He glanced briefly at the Soaring Snake, which had been praised to the skies by White Spirit.

It lay curled up, exposing a frightening wound, acting pitiable.

White Spirit, seemingly oblivious, squinted her eyes as though looking at something extremely dangerous, staring intently at the Soaring Snake.

After a deep breath, she turned to Qing and said with righteous indignation, “My kin, leave quickly!

I will handle the Soaring Snake myself!”

Soaring Snake: “…”

Qing took a deep look at her, then turned around with Su Huanian and left.

He didn’t know what state the White Spirit before him was in, but knowing her personality, she could be speaking of the most solemn matters in a giggly, unserious manner, or she could be talking nonsense with an utmost serious facade.

It was hard for Qing to differentiate which of her words were true and which were false.

This sort of mother turtle was the most annoying.

The Seven Absolute Secret Realm grew more dilapidated, and one could already see the outside world through the damaged space rifts.

Qing, carrying Su Huanian, burst through the breach in the secret land, and soared directly into the Nine Heavens.

Below them, the battle-scarred land had been repaired, with majestic mountains and meandering rivers.

Although devoid of living creatures, this place, formed directly from Chaos by Gu Luo, would become an excellent Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, a Cultivation Sacred Land once the dissipating aura of Chaos was gone.

If Xuan Tian Gate did not build a branch here, other great cultivation sects would surely emerge from this land in the future.

Inside the Seven Absolute Secret Realm, the Soaring Snake shivered, watching Qing disappear, not daring to make any movement.

It opened its mouth several times, attempting to speak but managing no sound.

White Spirit lay sprawled on the ground, utterly bored.

With Su Huanian’s departure, even the noise from the Thunder Pool couldn’t be heard anymore.

She liked the thunderous rumble, akin to explosions.

She looked around, taking in the ruined Seven Absolute Secret Realm.

The mission of the secret realm was fulfilled, and so was her task fulfilled.

She glanced sideways at the Soaring Snake.

By rights, she should kill it, to prevent any accidents.

But that Soaring Snake bore so much within its body, simply couldn’t bear to leave it without passing on the lineage to Little Green Snake.

It was a pity she couldn’t divine the future; otherwise, she would have calculated thoroughly.

White Spirit thought so, and then one by one, white jade turtles emerged from her body, heading towards every corner of the Seven Absolute Secret Realm.

These were the group of White Turtles that had exploded in the lake.

With each group of White Turtles that emerged, she became slightly smaller.

The Soaring Snake stared dumbfounded until White Spirit had shrunk to the size of a chessboard, then suddenly exclaimed in shock, “You’re not White Spirit!”

This was clearly an Artifact Spirit, a form of Intention!

“Pah!

Who says so?” Wasn’t a segment of Intention left behind by White Spirit still White Spirit?

Who ever heard of such reasoning by a Soaring Snake?

The Soaring Snake’s eyes brightened.

It certainly wasn’t White Spirit!

The real White Spirit would never stress the point like this; instead, she would have happily acknowledged it and then cheerfully played a game with it.

White Spirit watched the Soaring Snake, which seemed to think it had another chance, sporting an irreverent and playful smile, a laughing turtle indeed looked rather bizarre.

“Bang!” White Spirit mimicked the sound.

It was as if a switch had been flipped.

The chessboard-sized White Spirit also divided into three White Turtles, crawling towards different areas.

As far as the eye could see, the entire secret realm was filled with a dense mass of White Turtles.

Arranged in different formations, they formed a massive Formation.