Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 359 - 359 62_1

359: Chapter 62_1 359: Chapter 62_1 (Don’t read!

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Su He: “???”

Su He: “!!!”

He was frozen in shock for a moment, what did he hear?

An expression of “Canchen Taoist is shocked” uncontrollably popped up above his head, followed by a line of trembling bold text: “Big sister, you know?”

Did Ji Feixue know about his past life, about the Witch Lady’s reincarnation?

Was she that old?

Su He was astonished for a moment, sizing up Ji Feixue from head to toe.

A peerless fairy of around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old showed no signs of aging.

Dragons can’t be judged by their appearance!

Ji Feixue looked at him, with surprise fading in her eyes and a smile tugging at her lips, “Yah yah!

Is there anything in this world that I don’t know?”

A huge question mark popped up above Su He’s head.

It was wrong!

They weren’t talking about the same thing.

There was a clear flash of disappointment in Ji Feixue’s eyes.

What Su He referred to was the Witch Lady’s reincarnation, owing Qian Qianzi a life.

But what Ji Feixue mentioned was obviously something else.

“Big sister, I’m not stupid!” A dialogue box appeared above Su He’s head: “Is it something that’s happened to me that I don’t know about?

Is it from my previous life?

Can you tell me?”

Ji Feixue giggled coquettishly, “Little Master is quite clever!

I could tell you, but~ I don’t want to say ah!”

She chuckled, causing her flower-like laughter to tremble, and the clasp in front of her chest came undone slightly, revealing a hint of frosty white skin like dew, seemingly intent on seducing Su He.

Demoness!

A speech bubble popped above Su He’s head: “Teacher Su said your eyes hold stories, but I was born and raised at Tinghai Lake.

I hadn’t even seen you before the Dragon Divine God Sacrifice.

If there was any intersection between us, it had to be in my past life, but I have no memory of it…”

Could it be that I really revived in my past life?

How strange!

I can’t remember anything, who the hell messed with my memory?!

Musing chaotically, Su He suddenly started and asked, “I wasn’t your father in my past life, was I?”

That Scholar who was allied with the Azure Dragon?

Ji Feixue was taken aback, then gnashed her teeth and poked a finger at Su He’s forehead, “I call you my husband, and yet you wish to be my father?”

Floating in mid-air, she whispered into Su He’s ear, “Did little master fancy such tastes?

Why don’t you leave that Sister Su of yours, and I will satisfy you in every way…” her voice growing fainter until it was almost inaudible.

Her breath tickled Su He’s ear, making his earlobes tingle and causing him to shiver in shock and horror as he looked at Ji Feixue.

A conspicuous speech bubble popped above his head: “Big sister, stop fooling around!

If there really is something I don’t know about, can you just tell me?”

“Silly boy!” Ji Feixue huffed, resettling herself on his Turtle Shell, “I was fooling you!

I also don’t know!

A large part of my memory has been cut away, and I can’t remember many things—definitely the doing of White Spirit.

Little Master, shall we catch her and hang her up for a good beating?”

Ji Feixue suddenly became very interested, her eyes shining brightly at Su He.

Su He was helpless, with this demoness’s words being unreliable, he didn’t know which ones to believe and which not to believe.

Outside the small island, the people of Qianjiang were all gazing at the small island, their eyes seeing only the-cloud-cloaked island, their sight unable to penetrate through.

They could only vaguely make out the silhouettes of the Dragon Turtle and Ji Feixue.

“What is Fairy Ji discussing with Young Friend Su He?

And they’re keeping it a secret!” Canchen Taoist stroked his beard, his speech bubble flashing cautiously above his head.

Discussing things related to Fairy Ji on public channels was taboo; Princess Chang could review chat logs.

Junlan displayed a book above his head, and with a brush started writing: “It looks quite harmonious, did Fairy Ji embrace the Dragon Turtle a moment ago?”

Akaki Warabe nodded, confirming with utmost certainty, “Intimacy!”

Who would have thought that the matters involving Little Master would actually be true!

This could very well stir up tremendous waves across All Heavens and Myriad Realms!

On Su He’s Small Island, Su He’s consciousness quietly receded, Ji Feixue might indeed have a story.

But if she wouldn’t speak, no one could do anything about it.

Don’t be fooled by her constant use of “Little Master” and “your humble servant”.

Her ruthlessness could very well be executed without a moment of hesitation!

She wouldn’t speak, but Su He was not without means to find out; in half a year’s time, the Divination Symbols of White Spirit would be usable again.

Dragon Turtles live long lives, and even if it were only once a year, little by little, through divination, he would get the full picture.

Moreover, the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace probably also had many records, and eventually, the puzzle would be pieced together.

“As soon as I appear, Little Master wants to leave?” Ji Feixue cast a faint glance at him, “Are you in such a hurry to go back to see your Teacher Su?”

Su He said nothing.

She seemed half-playful, half-resentful: “One day I shall meet with Teacher Su, to see if she wishes to compete with me for favor.”

Su He: “…”

Exiting the Divination under the water, Qianjiang opened his eyes, his mind flashing through the various expressions of Ji Feixue’s eyes.

This mother dragon definitely knew many things, but she refused to speak.

Was it like the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace and the Tao Te Ching, things that couldn’t be said out loud?

Or was she simply teasing him and unwilling to tell?

He loathed these kinds of secretive existences.

Images of constructing the Soul Calling Altar flashed through his mind, and Su He hummed softly.

Junlan, the Mermaid swam in from outside, her tail wagging, and she bowed, “My lord!”

“Here’s a Soul Calling Altar, can Granny manage to build it?” His Dragon Horn flashed, and light struck Junlan’s forehead.

After closing her eyes for a moment, Junlan opened them and said, “No problem, my lord.

However, since we’re not adept at land construction, it might take a bit longer, perhaps two to three months.”

Building the Soul Calling Altar was not complicated, it’s just that rushing the interconnected Formations could lead to mistakes, at which point everything would need to be redone.

Two to three months was worth the wait.

“Whatever you need, just ask the Toad for it, and if it’s still lacking, go purchase it from the Four Directions Sect.”