Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 243 - 243 2 White Spirit's 1st Fight

243: Chapter 2 White Spirit’s 1st Fight 243: Chapter 2 White Spirit’s 1st Fight “Crude!” Feng Jiu cast a glance at Meng Xuan, the princess of the Dragon clan, speaking and behaving like a mountain thief—what kind of image was that?

It glanced past Su He, looking straight into the depths of Yunmeng Ze.

It was already tired of seeing Su He.

Not a single good thing comes out of those with long turtle shells!

Inside Yunmeng Ze, on a tall mountain, several young Divine God Beasts were striving to climb up where, amidst the flickering rosy clouds, a Formation was clearly in place.

The Yunmeng Dragon King laughed heartily, “Dragon Turtle and true Phoenix clans visiting together—today, Yunmeng Ze should indeed liven up exceptionally.”

He laughed loudly as he introduced his own little drake to Su He and Feng Jiu.

This was the seed for his child to strut across the vast Three Thousand Realms in the future!

Leading a turtle and a phoenix into the heart of Yunmeng Ze, Feng Jiu, with its proud head held high, walked in the rear, a slight sneer at the corner of its mouth as it muttered in a soft voice, “True Phoenix, Dragon Turtle!”

Why should the Phoenix Clan be put behind?

The whiskers of the Dragon King twitched, but he pretended not to hear.

This phoenix’s brain indeed wasn’t very sharp…

The guests were welcomed into the Yunmeng Dragon Palace.

After all the formalities of hospitality were completed, the Dragon King bowed and excused himself, transforming into a drake and diving into the depths of Yunmeng Ze.

There were many more adult Divine God Beasts who had come to watch the ceremony, and he had to accompany them.

Once the Dragon King had left, Meng Xuan completely let loose, sprawling on the throne like a Mountain King, eating pigs by the mouthful and drinking from jars of wine.

“Come on, He Di, Old Nine, eat meat and drink liquor—loosen up!

Treat my place like your own home!”

Feng Jiu couldn’t stand it, turned around, and flew out of the great hall, heading deep into Yunmeng Ze.

Even when the Dragon King was present, it hadn’t touched a bite of food!

The Phoenix Clan appreciated rituals!

This great hall didn’t even have a Wutong Tree, and it hadn’t settled down for a moment—out of respect for the ceremony, it stayed as close to the ground as possible.

But it ensured its claws didn’t touch the ground, and not even a phoenix feather had grazed the floor.

“Never mind it!

That year, White Spirit stayed here for a thousand years and it had to pick a fight with White Spirit.

Planted a Wutong Tree on Turtle Watch Mountain, surely that’s where it went!” Golden Dragon spoke carelessly.

“Let’s go!

We’ll pick a place for you to stay,” Dragon Xu said, crunching a pig bone in one bite, tilting her head back to swallow it, then with a twist of her body, she swam out of the great hall.

Leading Su He to a small island, she swung her dragon tail and said generously, “Seventh sister is in charge; pick wherever you want to sleep and tell your sister!”

This fellow drank too much!

The wine used for entertaining by the Dragon King wasn’t ordinary, and he saw Meng Xuan secretly adding something to the wine, also a drunkard.

If there was a chance, introduce Camel to her; they might become good friends.

Wouldn’t Camel then have a solid backing?

Meng Xuan had already spoken of it before coming; during the Dragon Divine God Sacrifice, you must fight for your own dwelling places.

Yunmeng Ze had set up a high mountain with Formations and restrictions.

If little beasts wanted to stay somewhere, they would have to fight for it.

There were tokens for various dwellings atop the mountain.

Whichever one they took, they’d reside there.

It was a harmless little game among the Divine God Beasts, a sort of amusement for the young ones.

Su He suspected that Yunmeng Ze came up with this method so as not to offend anyone.

There were many Divine God Beasts, but Yunmeng Ze’s Caves and Blessings were limited.

If arrangements were made solely by them, some beasts might end up unsatisfied.

This one is good; that one is lacking; this one is facing the sun, that one is in the shade…

Who knows who might be offended unintentionally?

It was a Dragon clan activity, but Yunmeng Ze shouldn’t strain relations—that would be a loss indeed.

Making a game out of it served multiple purposes.

It not only increased the fun but also avoided blame.

If the accommodations weren’t good, it was your own little beast’s lack of competitiveness—not Yunmeng Ze’s fault.

Did the Yunmeng Dragon King, who appeared rough and uninhibited, also have a cunning side?

“Seventh sister, rest assured, whichever dwelling I fancy, I’ll seize it myself!” Su He declared boldly.

Meng Xuan’s eyes lit up; the use of the word “seize” was perfect.

She liked it!

Just as she was about to praise it, a voice came from underwater, “Eh?

Is the little kin of White Spirit also going to Chenfeng Mountain?”

Chenfeng Mountain was where the tokens for the dwelling places were contested.

The voice sounded somewhat surprised and also smug—was it a fox?

Su He had not extended his Divine Sense.

Entering someone else’s abode and indiscriminately using Divine Sense was somewhat impolite.

Turning his head, he saw a white four-horned deer trotting up from the water, a Fu Zhu.

This was a relatively weak Divine God Beast; its Boundary Pearl could only open the Four-fold Heavens.

A big bird flew over, laughing, “Fog, what are you thinking?

The young brother from the Dragon Turtle Clan has only just passed his Heavenly Tribulation; how could he possibly challenge Chenfeng Mountain?

He’s still young!”

It was a Bifang, landing beside Su He, its wings patting Su He’s Shell, “Little brother can come to my Lie Mountain!

There, the Yuan Qi is rich; the location is not bad!”

“?”

Nonsense!

The entire Bifang clan is fire-attributed, and by the sound of it, Lie Mountain is not a place where a Water Dragon Turtle would reside.

Is this bird trying to provoke me?

Even little kids can’t stand being told they’re small.

He could feel it, this Bifang had no hostility, but the eagerness to see the Dragon Turtle make a fool of itself was not lacking in the slightest!

The same went for that Fu Zhu!

Meng Xuan blinked, sobering up a bit, and transmitted a message to Su He, “It has been beaten by the White Spirit!”

Su He immediately understood.

Although he found it amusing and somewhat reassuring, those that had been defeated by the White Spirit were surely not enemies—the enemies would not survive.

Unless it was someone on a mission like Soaring Snake Yue Lao.

But they most certainly couldn’t be considered friends either.

The White Spirit’s younger kin had suffered a setback and made a fool of themselves, and they were undoubtedly delighted, unable to sleep from the joy.

Just then, seven or eight different voices sounded from the surrounding mountain peaks; the cries of cranes, the hiss of snakes, the roar of tigers…

Translated, they were all showing concern for Su He, telling him how difficult Chenfeng Mountain was and begging him not to attempt it; you’re still young, can’t handle it, right now there’s a lot at stake on Chenfeng Mountain, be careful not to lose the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s face…

They were all trying to provoke him!

Today was a month early, and most of the Divine God Beasts had already arrived.

Chenfeng Mountain was bustling with activity.

Even those who had already started climbing had stopped to wait for him.

They wanted to push him into a corner!

Su He looked at Meng Xuan, eyes conveying a message, “Has everyone been beaten by the White Spirit?”

Meng Xuan shook her head, then nodded, “Most of them, but there are also those who are just stirring up trouble for fun!”

I have a good sister!

After she finishes fighting, she doesn’t play anymore, leaving the mess to me.

There is no killing intent or hostility in these roars, but each one bears ill will.

Their desire to trip him up on Chenfeng Mountain without causing any hard feelings was not concealed in the slightest!

Would it be best if he snatched a peculiar Cave Heaven and made a fool of himself?

Every single one of them has lost their shame!

The White Spirit fought you all, what does that have to do with me, Su He?

How could things go as you wish?

Su He took a deep breath and sang out, “Many thanks for everyone’s concern, and for sincerely yielding the fire and earth-attributed Cave Heavens, but my clan sister has a Cave Heaven here, and since I’ve come, of course, I’ll stay at her Cave Heaven!”

The roars of the beasts, which came one after another, suddenly hit the mute button.

Right!

The White Spirit and Princess Chang are close friends, having stayed here for quite some time.

Even the Fire Phoenix has a Wutong Tree, so how could the White Spirit be without a Cave Heaven?

One by one, they retreated dejectedly.

The elders had warned them not to provoke this Turtle, but it seemed no big deal to the young divine beasts.

A mighty Divine God Beast shouldn’t find this kind of play beneath them.

But this young Turtle didn’t participate at all.

It wasn’t fun when he wouldn’t fall for the trick, like punching cotton.

The frustrated beasts looked at Su He, only to see a Golden Dragon standing on the hillside, looking dumbfounded, with nothing by her side.

The Bifang and Fu Zhu were also looking around cluelessly.

Where was the Turtle?

Such a big Turtle, how could it just disappear all of a sudden?

As they were puzzled, suddenly a Nine-tailed Fox cried out, “He’s entered Chenfeng Mountain!”

As the beasts hastily looked, they saw on the Crystal Jade Bi at the foot of Chenfeng Mountain, a new name had appeared: Dragon Turtle He.

Everyone who stepped on Chenfeng Mountain would have their name displayed there, along with the ranking of the Cave Heaven, who had snatched it.

It was clear as day, with no insider dealing.

The beasts immediately roared.

Despicable!

How sneaky, using invisibility to attempt Chenfeng Mountain when no one was looking.

No shame!

Just like the White Spirit!

In a flash, over a dozen Divine God Beasts roared as they rushed toward Chenfeng Mountain.

If they didn’t hang the White Spirit’s young relative up and give him a good thrashing, how could they live up to the many times they’d been taken care of by the White Spirit!