Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 279 - 279 25 Retrospect_1

279: Chapter 25 Retrospect_1 279: Chapter 25 Retrospect_1 The autumn wind brushed through, and as it passed, withered leaves fell, touching the water’s surface and rippling gently across the sea.

Green Snake sighed, dispersing the magic skill.

This was a legacy she had recently acquired, one that calmed the winds and waves.

It was so powerful that at its highest levels, it could even freeze space—of course, Green Snake couldn’t do that, and it was not a possibility within a thousand years.

She was not that freak of a Dragon Turtle; she had only just undergone her third step of Transcendence into the True Blood Realm, and hadn’t even fully condensed her True Blood.

She was still far from transforming her shape, let alone freezing space.

She couldn’t even sense the existence of space!

To be able to influence space at the Demonic Realm was to be a top genius, a position as a First Chair at Qingyuan Gate was guaranteed.

Green Snake coiled atop Su He’s Shell, her tail tip poking it idly as her thoughts wandered.

Her acquaintance with Su He wasn’t long, just two years.

But those two years were worlds apart.

The turtle of today was no longer the shameless, thick-skinned one who had clung to her in Snake Valley two years ago.

Compared to then, aside from its color, there was nothing else similar.

Back then, she could still wrestle with the turtle, but now, unless the turtle suppressed its aura with all its might, she would feel a world-ending fear just by approaching it.

Another Spirit Snake on Su He’s shell imitated her actions, coiling on the other side.

The Spirit Snake tilted its head, studying her, not missing a single scale on Green Snake.

Su He had to remember every little bit about Green Snake; the dullest method of cultivation was to mimic.

Cultivators observe Divine God Beasts to begin their own paths, while Divine God Beasts observe the world to understand the universe.

There was never any true invention or creation; it was merely taking from others and applying it to oneself.

The Divine God Beasts did it, cultivators did it, and so did ordinary people.

Just like the Technique of Recollection he mastered now.

It was inspired by a Dragon Turtle who took it from the Spirit Clan.

When the Spirit Clan communicated with outsiders, they used language, but internal communication was fascinating; they shared information streams that, once transmitted, would play images in the brain.

Based on thought, led by the divine spirit.

Su He slowly opened his eyes within his turtle form.

Success!

Recollection wasn’t too difficult, and when taken seriously, this was only his second magic skill he practiced.

He had stopped cultivating the first, Thunderbird, which he had sent into his legacy, merging it with other skills that Su He had yet to acquire.

Spirit Snake Body Su He looked towards Green Snake, who seemed lost in thought with a bewildered gaze.

Recollection activated.

Before her, an image projected a lakeside scene, with a willow tree, where Green Snake wrapped around and let her tail hang down, lightly brushing against the lustrous black turtle shell beneath.

Times of serenity and peace.

“Ah!” Green Snake startled awake with a cry, her tail whipping against Su He’s shell, recoiling with a painful sting.

She knew Su He practiced a magic skill related to memory, but she never expected him to use it on her—a mere flash of a scene from two years ago, and he had projected it out.

Su He laughed heartily while Green Snake, irritated, bit his neck, followed by a crisp snap, retracting her head quickly and curling up, trembling with pain.

Su He shook his head and chuckled lightly, releasing a stream of water over Green Snake’s head, soothing her.

This was a new ability Su He discovered when he got injured this time; the water flow he condensed had healing properties.

Su He looked up and let out a long chant toward the shore, where Feng Yaya was frantically running with the Camel.

Su Huanian was preparing pills for Feng Yaya’s next transformation, and at the same time, she was slowly refining Pure Stalactite.

Hearing Su He’s call, the Camel tossed Feng Yaya onto its back and came galloping across the water.

It paused before Su He, snorting before tilting its head to look at him.

What?

You want to play too?

You can play, but no cheating.

In chase games, the Dragon Turtle’s use of Divine God Machine Flash was utterly shameless.

Feng Yaya nodded quickly, raising both hands in agreement.

Su He laughed softly and shook his head, “Recall the scene when you and your master parted.”

The Camel blinked, puzzled, but still complied.

An image formed in front of him.

A vast grassland, a shabby-looking Taoist priest holds a wine flask, taking a big swig.

An additional sound of someone swallowing saliva comes from the screen.

The cameraman got greedy.

The Taoist’s hand is holding a simple jade slip, which he crunches into pieces.

He looks up at the screen—he must have been looking at the camel at the time.

“Turtle Kid, I wanted to leave you a message on the jade slip, but I feared others might get it.

So I leave this for you, not knowing if you can sense it—You should be able to!

As a Dragon Turtle, you’re not ordinary!”

Su He raised his dragon head.

He was only using this method to check, never expecting to see this scene.

The old Taoist reaches out to touch the camera, likely having stroked the camel.

“During this time, I’ve had people search far and wide for information about the Dragon Turtle.

It’s said the Dragon Turtle can view one’s memories, and I think you should be able to as well.

I’ve decided to head north to the grassland, to visit Gujing Pavilion.”

“Firstly, there is a chance there for me to enter the Stepping Sky Realm—I can’t always be dragging you down.

Secondly, I want to travel the path once taken by the sect leader.”

He looks up, staring straight at the screen as if he were facing Su He: “The sect leader is not right!”

Elder Ge’s brows furrowed, his expression cold: “He’s been enduring for three hundred years, suppressing the Prison Ghost, taking hold of Xuan Tian, occupying East Cloud.

Each event and every detail could indeed be his doing; he certainly has such means.

But the sect leader’s talent for cultivation is just slightly above average, reaching Stepping Sky by a thousand years old was already the limit.

He couldn’t have reached Stepping Sky Three-fold by three hundred years old—not even by taking Ya Ya’s life origin!”

Elder Ge was incredibly serious, as Feng Yi Ju’s father was his own younger brother; he had watched Feng Yi Ju grow from a bare-bottomed baby into what he is now, and knew him better than anyone else.

“After the Qingyuan war, Elder Qiao and I advised him to abandon East Cloud and leave this place,” Elder Ge shook his head.

“East Cloud is not a good place.

Even with Feng Yi Ju and Su Huanian of this generation, who can withstand Xuan Tian and secure a foothold, the inherent danger between Xuan Tian Gate and Yunmeng Ze is staggering.

What about the next generation, or the generation after that?

Who can guarantee that every sect leader will be a person of great talent and strategy?”

Elder Ge fell silent for a moment: “But Feng Yi Ju refused, saying as a sect leader, he must plan for the sect’s long-term well-being.

He would not subject the sect to the flames of the alchemy cauldron.

How could Feng Yi Ju not understand this?”

He shook his head with a wry smile: “Even if the sect cannot be easily moved, it’s still feasible to quietly establish a branch elsewhere to preserve the lineage, but he still did not agree.”

Elder Ge slowly raised his head, looking at the screen, with a mix of confusion and pain: “Compared to Qingyuan, the sect leader seems more intent on taking over East Cloud.”

Meng Xuan had said that East Cloud is special and that her family forbids her from entering East Cloud.

But she didn’t know if that was the reason.

Su He suspected and planned to contact Meng Xuan later to ask about the situation.

He thought about this while simultaneously watching the camel’s memory scene.

Elder Ge looked at the camel: “Feng Yi Ju had a chance with Taibai Temple.

He once traveled north to visit the ancestral Gujing Pavilion of Taibai Temple, but he turned back before reaching it.

After returning, he started to endure and scheme—something must have happened in between.”

Gujing Pavilion is one of the Ten Major Immortal Doors of the Mystery Huang World, the ancestral hall of the Mystery Huang Buddhism.

Like Guiwang Mountain, the ancestral home of the Taoist School, it’s obscure but holds a lofty status.

On the screen, Elder Ge continued: “The Big Ming King Demon Statue must also have been brought back at that time.”

He swallowed a mouthful of wine, seriously looking at the screen: “Ge Hong and the others were willing to use their bodies to refine the Big Ming King Demon Statue.

The doubts are numerous—they had already reached the limit of their Demonic transformation, so instead of refining the Big Ming King Demon Statue, why didn’t they enter Stepping Sky themselves?

During the Qingyuan battle, the sect leader displayed many Stepping Sky techniques, there must be a complete inheritance!

Moreover, we Qingyuan have it too—after Su Huanian opened the heavens, he passed down the Stepping Sky experience.

With Ge Hong and their talents, they had a good six or seven out of ten chance to enter Stepping Sky.

At most, they would just need to wait a few more decades.”

After already enduring for three hundred years, why couldn’t they wait a few more decades until the younger brothers and sisters truly entered Stepping Sky?

Instead, they used their bodies to refine the Big Ming King Demon Statue.

They had the combat power of Stepping Sky decades earlier, but lost their lives for nothing.

What was the purpose?

Feng Yi Ju had complete control over the timing of the Qingyuan war!

Elder Ge looked at the screen, took another big gulp of wine, and then seriously said to Su He: “Turtle Kid, I’ve never seen a Dragon Turtle and don’t know how capable it is.

But remember, never try to assassinate Feng Yi Ju—during the battle between the two realms, he was killed once, but the Seal Emperor Great World Stepping Sky who killed him is now always at his side, his closest friend.”

After thinking, Elder Ge gave a bitter smile and shook his head: “Not only a close friend, but he also seems to obey Feng Yi Ju’s every command!

Yet this person is clearly of sound mind.

Remember, even if one day you stand against Feng Yi Ju, don’t do the killing yourself.

It’s best to defeat and seal him, or use someone else’s help.”

The Stepping Sky Two-fold Star Life Realm is envied by all Divine God Beasts.

Entrusting their lives to the void, they can be resurrected after death.

After saying this, Elder Ge remained silent for a good while, merely drinking his wine.

Toward the end, he said, “If one day I voluntarily choose to refine the Big Ming King Demon Statue, to suppress me!”

It’s something he would never do with his temperament.

If he actively chooses to do it, then he is no longer himself.

The scene turns cruel from here, Elder Ge grabs the camel and beats it mercilessly, driving the camel away.

But it’s unknown why he did so.