Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 361 - 361 62_3

361: Chapter 62_3 361: Chapter 62_3 Su Huanian sheathed his Immortal Sword and looked down at Su He, his face cold, but a smile flickered in his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“I need to make a trip to Qingyuan, is there anything you’d like me to take care of as well?”

Ever since the battle in Qingyuan, Su Huanian had been trapped in the Yao Guang World by Feng Yi Ju, and he had not returned to Qingyuan since.

The most recent time had been when Su He became a disciple; she used her sword to conjure an avatar and presented Elder Ge with a Soul Beast.

That was already two or three years ago.

Su Huanian was silent for a moment, then shook his head, “I have no other attachments in Qingyuan, just some reluctance to leave the Sword Washing Pool.

Could you, husband, present a scroll of sword techniques to the Sword Washing Pool on my behalf?”

Although it was a request, she had already extended a point of her finger, and a wisp of Sword Qi condensed into a small sword, shooting towards Su He and hovering in front of him.

The Sword Intent on the small sword was restrained, requiring one’s Divine Sense to sink in to carefully perceive it.

“Sure!” Su He agreed promptly.

Su Huanian’s face flushed slightly, “Also, the cottage by the pond where I lived, that has my personal clothing, husband, please retrieve those for me!”

She did not wish to return there herself.

When the great ceremony of Qingyuan came, she probably would only be sending Green Snake back, unlikely to linger in Qingyuan for long.

Su He chuckled heartily.

With a wave of her hand from afar, Su Huanian sent a small beam of Sword Qi his way, striking him and eliciting a crisp sound as Su He’s laughter grew even louder.

Su Huanian glanced at him helplessly, “What brings you to Qingyuan?”

“There’s a Cultivation Technique I’m quite interested in, going to get it for reference.”

“Which one?” Su Huanian asked.

She had read many Qingyuan Tao Scripture and might already know it, saving the need for an extra trip.

“Pan Wu Yandao Jue.”

Su Huanian thought for a moment and said, “Is it that Turtle-snake Combination Technique?

It’s on the third level of the Scripture Library.

I have not read it.”

Most of her studies were related to the sword.

Su He smiled.

Mother and daughter alike, though one practiced swordsmanship and the other boxing, both were equally focused.

Su Huanian was passionate about the sword, with nothing else in sight.

Ya Ya knew nothing but to punch.

Having achieved the Dragon-Turtle status for half a year, he still hadn’t fully mastered the Divine God Might.

The only Dragon Turtle Divine Power he could use was the half-finished Mountain Divine God Seal.

And it was only as big as a mung bean!

To this day, his strongest combat skill was still the punches in his human form.

His Dragon-Turtle identity had been reduced to nothing more than an enhancement to his Flesh Body!

“Go early and return early,” Su Huanian said softly.

Su He nodded, waves churning beneath him as the Flying Boat emerged from the gateway, shooting straight up into the Nine Heavens, and headed for Qingyuan Mountain.

The entire East Cloud Mountain was dark and lusterless, with only Qingyuan Mountain and the No-Phase Sword Sect showing any signs of treasure light, proof that sects still existed in these two locations.

In just one hour, Qingyuan Mountain was already clearly visible.

Su He made no attempt to hide his presence, entering the Qingyuan Territory with utmost confidence.

Looking down, he saw disciples patrolling outside Tinghai Lake, preventing people from approaching casually.

Regardless of Feng Yi Ju or Xia Dali, neither had taken over Tinghai Lake.

Officially, it remained Su He’s Daoist abode.

The shattered Tinghai Lake from the great battle of Qingyuan had been restored to its original state, with not even a slight change over a hundred miles.

On the lakeshore, a group of old crocodiles lay basking in the sun, bored out of their minds.

No matter how the world changed, old crocodiles remained old crocodiles, unaltered.

Some died, some were born, some escaped amidst the chaos, some migrated back after the turbulence, but still, there were around a hundred or so, no more, no less.

Su He sensed briefly and found that three of the crocodiles were still the ones from the Su Family from years ago.

Surprisingly, they had not all perished in the great battle.

It was unclear where these creatures had hidden at the time.

Now, these three old crocodiles looked significantly larger than the other crocodiles, with each Su Family Crocodile surrounded by a circle of ordinary crocodiles.

These three were already showing signs of becoming Crocodile Kings.

Even when catching prey, one wouldn’t eat in secret but would first offer it to the three Crocodile Kings.

Su He stowed the Flying Boat and landed in Tinghai Lake, letting out a long chant.

All the crocodiles turned their gazes toward him.

The three Su Family Crocodiles stared blankly at Su He, their bellies quivering under the water, making frog-like noises—a warning to the intruders.

These three fellows were not small, each measuring three to four zhang in length, slightly longer than Su He himself.

They were vaguely showing the potential to break through and become Exotic Beasts.

Was this the upheaval caused by the flesh Su He had fed them for a while, enhancing their Quality a little?

Of course, with the Formation set up in Tinghai Lake and abundant water Yuan, it would also cause wild animals to evolve.

The three crocodiles, roaring, rushed towards Su He, intending to expel the intruder.

After years of absence, they’ve grown gutsy!

Su He pressed his paw down, grabbing the tails of the three crocodiles with three watery hands, swinging them around on the surface of the water with a series of sharp whacks.

Then he brought them in front of him, letting out a low growl still submerged in the water.

“Recognize your king or not?”

The three crocodiles looked at Su He in fear, and then he clearly saw their pupils focus, realizing something, as they waded away, diving into their own groups, tails lashing at the other crocodiles in a series of strikes.

They hurriedly returned with their catch to Su He, placing the prey in front of him.

Offering tribute!

Indeed, a beating was the best method to boost memory.

A dice fell, rolling out three points of Quality, and Su He laughed out loud.

A streak of Sword Light approached from above, Qiao Changlun flew over from the distance, shaking his head and laughing, “You’re bullying a few ordinary crocodiles as soon as you return, what kind of wicked hobby is this?”