Don’t Mess with that Turtle
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321: Chapter 47 Home_1 321: Chapter 47 Home_1 The weather warms with each day, the emerald bamboo sways outside, and the spring water ripples.

The grass grows as the orioles fly, and fish leap from the water.

Spring has arrived.

Su He gently arched his body and released a grass turtle into the lake.

This was his turtle mother in this life, always staying by Ya Ya’s side.

There were too many exotic beasts in the White Spirit Small World, so it wasn’t suitable to release them there.

However, Long Moon Mansion had no exotic beasts; all around, only common wild animals thrived.

This turtle, having fed on heavenly material and earthly treasure at Ya Ya’s for two years, had grown as big as a dustpan.

Although not the overlord of this lake, it was undoubtedly invincible, bound to live a long life without issue.

The moment Su He underwent the Cross the Heavenly Catastrophe to become a Dragon Turtle, his connection with the common turtle bloodline was completely severed.

Speaking from a bloodline perspective, Su He and the mother turtle no longer had any connection—Elder Ge had helped Su He cut off the bloodline link once.

Although thinking this way as a disciple seemed somewhat dishonorable, the truth was… the master’s method of cutting off the bloodline was really poor.

At the time, it wasn’t noticeable, but looking back now, that method seemed unbearably crude.

Watching the mother turtle flap its tail and swim away, cautiously surveying its surroundings before quickly sinking, then surfacing again in the distance, Su He lay motionless by the shore.

Beside him, the toad lay on a Protective Golden Lotus, sleeping soundly; the toad was exhausted.

These days, this creature had actually set up its own game in Qianjiang and had opened a new round.

No gambling with money, but with time; the losing soul beasts become slaves, serving as many days as they lost.

The toad was quite cunning, taking some soul beasts who sold their time into servitude to search treasures everywhere.

Leveraging the soul beasts’ ability to shift between tangible and intangible, immune to common attacks, they managed to dig out three secret lands.

Besides one that turned out to be empty—a slight loss—all the rest brought in enormous profit.

And the toad was using only the time of other soul beasts; all the treasures were its alone.

But a toad with thousands of years lifespan knew how to be a toad; out of the two secret lands, it kept one all to itself.

The other one, it distributed the profits.

Everyone who participated got a share, even other soul beasts from Qianjiang received a red envelope.

With over thirty beings in Qianjiang, thirty soul beasts, and a few that are rarely seen, it didn’t lose much, but the toad’s reputation soared.

Even the reputation it lost recently from running the gambling den was fully recovered.

The camel stayed far away, sneakily chasing after the black dog in a dog-eat-dog fashion.

“Turtle Dad, are you unhappy?” Ya Ya lay atop Su He’s shell, little turtle on top of big turtle, with thunder and lightning flickering around, incessantly striking Su He.

Lately, with better nutrition, the thunder and electricity had rapidly increased, and Ya Ya seemed to have a bit of trouble controlling it, accidentally striking someone without a moment’s notice.

The camel dared not approach her anymore.

Su Huanian turned his head to look over.

These past few days, he had also noticed that Su He was deeply preoccupied, but being a fairy, unable to comfort others, he merely remained quietly by Su He’s side.

Indeed, he had things on his mind, but they were unspeakable!

Every time he closed his eyes these days, his thoughts would unconsciously shift to the Dragon Turtle that guarded the Heritage Palace.

Su He had made numerous comparisons.

The Dragon Turtle was neither the huge one from Heritage Sea nor any of those on the back of the Dragon Turtle in the Tao Palace.

He didn’t leave behind any inheritance shadow in the Tao Palace.

Perhaps, at that time, the Tao Palace had not yet been integrated into the bloodline inheritance, and the Dragon Turtles from before then had not condensed an inheritance shadow?

But in terms of combat power, that Dragon Turtle was mighty!

In the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm, he had asked Uncle Lei what boundary status one must reach to have every drop of rain weigh a thousand and shatter like worlds vanishing.

Uncle Lei said frankly that the Wasteland Ancestor reached that level a thousand years ago.

“A thousand weigh” is a divine skill of Water Dragon Turtles.

Currently, there are only Su He and the Wasteland Ancestor among the Water Dragon Turtles.

The Wasteland Ancestor is special, astonishingly not black, but nearly transparent.

The Wasteland Ancestor is the existing Dragon Turtle, with Tao Cultivation only below Thai Zu.

Nearly at the apex of Dragon Turtles.

Even such an entity is not invincible, as the One-horned Bull Men have always been the enemies of Dragon Turtles, harboring even greater malicious intentions against him, even boldly claiming to pursue and kill him into the next life.

These past few days, Su He often reminisced about the One-horned Bull Men, the elder Dragon Turtles he had fought, and that One-horned Bull Man who was beheaded by a sword.

He recalled their eyes, their expressions.

And increasingly, he felt that the killing intent the One-horned Bull Men harbored for him far exceeded that for the Dragon Turtles!

It’s just damn illogical!

Because of his transmigrator status?

Or something else.

Su He truly didn’t know what had transpired from the time he fell asleep in his previous life to the moment he hatched from the eggshell in this life.

What virtue or capability does he, a mere mortal corpse, possess?

Wouldn’t it be simpler to just obliterate him?

Why go through such elaborate plans with talisman rune sealings and magical treasure suppressions?

And there’s the one who took his corpse, surely a fairy—judging by the hand alone, and the Immortal Sword too, in its sharpness there was also a touch of elegance.

Narrower than the average Immortal Sword by a fraction, it even had a small snake engraved circling the blade.

The toad on the Golden Lotus woke up; it shook its head, leaped into the Mountain and Sea Mystery Realm, and a moment later jumped back out, clutching a single horn in its paw.

It was sent by Uncle Lei.

The horn belonged to a One-horned Bull Man from Feng Yi Ju, a horn of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

Just hearing it doesn’t seem like there’s no relation.

Su He had inquired with Uncle Lei about the Yuan Sovereign Clan two days ago, but Uncle Lei didn’t know much, only asking him to wait two days before sending a horn through the Profound Realm.

This horn was semi-transparent, a fragment of a Primordial Spirit.

Its power had already been ground away by Uncle Lei.

With just one look, Su He immediately confirmed it—this horn was indeed connected to the One-horned Bull Men!

The shape of the horn was different, but its patterns were identical.

The One-horned Bull Men were likely the Yuan Sovereign Clan!

Feng Si said that the Yuan Sovereign Clan had already been annihilated.

Su He didn’t believe it—otherwise, where did this horn come from?

The Yuan Sovereign Clan, the Sealed Emperor’s Palace… the same thing?

Or inheritance?

Seeing that Su He didn’t reply, Su Hua asked softly, “Is there an enemy?”