Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 354 - 354 60 Empress_2

354: Chapter 60 Empress?_2 354: Chapter 60 Empress?_2 You see, we’ve only robbed a few chests of copper coins and half a chest of silver coins this year.

That’s not even enough to feed the lackeys.

My brother and I have to make up the difference!

Otherwise, who would still be loitering in the Intention Orifices Realm!

We would have advanced long ago!

You think you’re good people?

Ya Ya blinked her eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching, “But, ‘I’ am not a good person!”

The Savage King said, to be a king one cannot be a good person.

One can be not bad, but definitely not good.

The two mountain thieves were immediately dumbfounded.

By the time Su He carried Su Huanian to the mountain top, they saw a group of mountain thieves with their hands bound behind their backs, tied up on the mountain peak.

The two leading cultivators were even suspended by thunder halfway up a flagpole, each movement sparking electric shocks, their bodies trembling.

“Daddy!

Mommy!” Ya Ya ran towards the two, then abruptly stopped, her two index fingers poking each other, sneakily glancing at Su Huanian, afraid of being scolded by her mother.

After waiting for quite a while with no scolding from Su Huanian, she quietly looked up only to see her mother had already boarded the Flying Boat.

Ya Ya blinked her eyes, cautiously followed, and as she passed by Su He, her little feet stepped on Su He’s paw.

“Bad daddy!” she huffed.

Su He laughed heartily, glancing at the mountain thieves tied up all over the hillside.

There was an aura of bloodthirstiness about them, but it wasn’t strong.

They had committed robbery, but probably hadn’t had the chance to kill or start fires yet.

Ya Ya’s thunder wasn’t strong; it would dissipate in at most six hours.

Then let them hang there!

Su He was a Divine God Beast, not a judge—he couldn’t discern right from wrong.

Once aboard, the Flying Boat took off towards the east.

On deck, Su Huanian wielded a small ruler out of nowhere, smacking Ya Ya’s palm with a crisp pop, her voice cold, “Today, if not for your father stopping the Flying Boat, it would have crashed into the bandit fortress, and everyone in the fortress would have perished because of you!

Did they deserve death for their crimes?”

Cultivators can distance themselves from mortals, but must not despise life.

Otherwise, just one from the Demonic Realm could slaughter nations and practice nefarious cultivation.

Would the Mortal World remain the Mortal World then?

The ruler smacked down repeatedly.

Su He looked up at the white clouds, hearing but not listening.

The little one was getting a bit carried away, daring to hijack the Flying Boat—she needed to be disciplined.

Soon, a small red bun sat next to Su He, hugging her knees and looking morose.

It wasn’t clear if it was because of the spanking or if she realized her mistake.

Su Huanian didn’t go easy on her.

But when the sun rose, revealing a large city before them, the little girl was already back to her usual self, leaning on the railing of the boat and exclaiming about the big city.

The Flying Boat descended, and the three entered the city.

Today was a day for family fun.

This city didn’t ban cultivators; people flew on swords in the sky, and Exotic Beasts roamed the ground.

This city was specifically inquired about from Xia Dali; it looked like a city, but it was actually a unique sect.

The city’s government office, prison, and constables were all fellow sect members.

The Sect Leader was the City Lord.

Cultivators and mortals coexisted, creating a splendid array of sights.

Su He concealed his aura and followed the crowd into the city.

Once inside the city, there was a constant clamor, sugar figures, calligraphy and paintings, acrobatics, water sellers…

a myriad of trades as far as the eye could see.

Ya Ya darted around the crowd and soon stopped in front of a puppet stall, “Daddy, Mommy, over here!”

It was a stall set up by a cultivator, with puppets on display that lacked true features and continuously changed in height, build, and even size.

A boy shouted promotions, “Esteemed seniors!

Neighbors!

These are speaking puppets specially refined by my master—not that the puppets will tell you stories, but you must tell the puppets stories.

Once a story is finished, the puppets automatically transform into characters from that story and can wonderfully enact the plot!”

Next to him, another boy demonstrated by narrating a legend about the Divine God Turtle causing trouble in the sea.

As if on cue, the puppets transformed into Divine God Turtles and the stage into an ocean.

They fought and conveyed emotions so realistically.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this item can be used by both cultivators and mortals.

Tell it a story, and it will enact it.

There are three grades: low, middle, and high, with the highest resembling reality so closely…”

This vendor knew business; the lower grade puppets could be bought with Gold and Silver.

The higher grades required Spirit stone crystals.

The business was booming!

Scholars pooled money to buy a set, and a veiled young lady purchased the highest grade while whispering so softly that everyone heard her uncertainty, “If I explain a swordsmanship manual to it, I wonder if the little puppet could practice the moves for me?

Hmm, worth a try.

Perhaps it could help advance my swordsmanship…”

“Yes, yes, yes!

They can practice sword moves!” A crowd of people immediately thought of all sorts of noble reasons.

These puppets, after hearing a story and transforming into figures, were so realistic and had so much potential.

Ya Ya cleared out all the high-grade puppets from the stall in one swoop, causing not only the two boys to gape in amazement but also the carving cultivator underneath the wagon to look up.

Even the curtain of the ox-cart was drawn back, revealing an old man, half-crazy but not entirely foolish, laughing with a ‘hehe’ sound.

The carving cultivator pulled the curtain down and shouted inside, “Master, behave and take a nap; I’ll buy you a sugar figure later!”

When Su He came over to pay, he saw the puppet in Ya Ya’s hand had already become a brawny man with animal skin around his waist, bronze skin, and bulging muscles, sitting on Ya Ya’s hand with a battle-axe, his eyes peering slightly upwards towards Su He, “Hey, Dragon Turtle!

I am the ruler of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, and today I take you as my mount.

Any objections?”

Whoa!

The Little Barbarian King!

Ya Ya laughed heartily, placing the puppet on her shoulder and running forward.

The puppet kept shouting, “I, your ruler,” and “mount,” along with other words that made people want to grind it to dust.

“Need a ruler?” Su Huanian walked next to Su He, asking with a light laugh.

Su He grunted, “A tiny puppet, in need of a ruler?

Just a puff of my breath could grind it into wood shavings!”