Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 362 - 362 63 Enemy Tracks Revealed_1

362: Chapter 63 Enemy Tracks Revealed_1 362: Chapter 63 Enemy Tracks Revealed_1 It’s not so much a morbid fascination, but rather — a childlike wonder?

“Men die young, and mighty turtles are no different.”

Elder Qiao laughed heartily, his movements graceful like a performer in blue, dancing with the long sleeves of his robe.

He made an inviting gesture with his arms, beckoning Su He to head towards Qingyuan.

Though his arms were gone, his sleeves moved with exceptional agility.

“What brings you back today?” asked Qiao Changlun as he strode through the air towards Su He.

Given the situation back then, both Su Huanian and the Dragon Turtle seemed to have no plans to return to Qingyuan.

The fact that they could still hold a title and deter the enemies of Qingyuan was already the limit.

“I’ve come to seek a Qingyuan cultivation technique from Elder Qiao.”

“Which technique?” Qiao Changlun was curious.

Did Qingyuan still possess a technique that could capture the interest of the Dragon Turtle?

Having returned for half a year, besides healing, he had been vigorously searching for news of the Dragon Turtle.

Yet he was no longer the ignorant Wu Xia Amon from half a year ago, who knew little about the Dragon Turtle.

How many cultivation techniques in all the Heavens and Myriad Realms could catch the Dragon Turtle’s eye?

“Pan Wu Yandao Jue,” replied Su He.

Elder Qiao looked at the Spirit Snake on Su He’s back and suddenly realized.

He flung his sleeve and a Jade Slip glided straight toward Su He.

With a chuckle, he said, “If you went to the Scripture Library now, you wouldn’t even see this technique.

Having lost your arms, and using your sleeves in place of snakes, this technique suits me well.

I have already had this Jade Slip for over half a year.”

There are rules for the transmission of the sect’s cultivation techniques, but those rules apply only to ordinary disciples.

Beings like the Dragon Turtle are not subject to such constraints.

It’s not just about a common cultivation technique.

Even if one desires the legacy of the Seven Veins or even the Sect Leader Seal…

Qiao Changlun shook his head; such a stroke of fortune was impossible!

If the Dragon Turtle wanted to become the Qingyuan Master, he was dreaming, even in his sleep.

Su He made no fuss and pocketed the Jade Slip, then turned to ask, “Has there been no word from my teacher?”

There was no trace of Elder Ge’s presence within Qingyuan Mountain.

Elder Ge had once again traversed the path of Feng Yi Ju, which had nearly been dead for a year now, yet the elder had not made an appearance.

Qiao Changlun shook his head, “The sect sends messages via Flying Sword every three days, yet there has been no news.”

It was still a shallow experience after all.

In the eyes of the Qingyuan elders, Feng Yi Ju was an invincible existence, one that forced Elder Ge to travel the path again in search of a flaw.

But they didn’t realize that such beings would lose in one fight against the Dragon Turtle – a defeat meant death!

Su He fell silent for a moment.

In a mere moment, the Palace of Longevity was in sight.

Qiao Changlun didn’t invite Su He inside; the doors of the Palace of Longevity were too small.

Su He’s large frame would have to squeeze through, which would be undignified.

At this moment, all the Elders were gathered outside the Palace of Longevity, on the Watch Sky Terrace.

All the First Seats of the Seven Veins were present except for Xia Dali and the yet-to-be-decided First Seat of Sword Residence.

The position of Qingyuan Master had been from Sword Residence for several generations in a row.

Xia Dali’s rise was quite extraordinary, being able to go from the Head of Beast Valley to take a seat in the Palace of Longevity was truly a marvel.

“Greetings to all the Elders and First Seats, it’s been a long time!” said Su He, his voice deep and muffled, not by his own fault.

When one’s size reaches a certain level, the voice naturally becomes deep and muffled, as if vibrating countless times within the chest before emerging.

Even lions and tigers, ordinary beasts, develop commanding voices once they reach adulthood.

The Elders looked at Su He with a hint of discomfort.

This Dragon Turtle was no longer the small creature it was when it first became their disciple.

It was no longer the little Dragon Turtle that had been helpless to stop them, a group of old folks, from taking advantage, the one who was first to concoct the Bright Mirror and share its merits.

The Dragon Turtle now had a presence reminiscent of the ancient, mountainous adult Dragon Turtle that had torn through the skies during its tribulation.

Back then, many Elders had witnessed with their own eyes Gu Luo tearing through the void, a being too formidable for them even to imagine.

Looking back now, it even seemed ludicrous; such existences, Xuan Tian Gate already had an Azure Dragon.

What exactly was Qingyuan Gate resisting?

After planning for three hundred years, they didn’t even know the true nature of their foe.

Let alone the Azure Dragon they had never met, even the Xuan Tian Sect Master and the First Seats of the twenty-eight veins…

In the winter, the Xuan Tian Sect Master broke through space and appeared directly in Qingyuan, informing the people of Qingyuan that East Cloud Mountain had been designated as Su He’s territory.

Just the way the Xuan Tian Sect Master could step through space and land in Qingyuan left everyone breathless.

Everyone looked at Su He.

Strictly speaking, wasn’t Qingyuan now actually under the command of this Dragon Turtle?

Similar to the relationship between the Azure Dragon and Xuan Tian Gate?

But somehow, it seemed a bit more awkward.

Su He looked at the Elders, then his gaze landed on the woman dressed in the robe of the First Seat of Sword Washing Pool.

Her robe was brand new, presumably made for the new First Seat.

“Long time no see!” Su He greeted.

Gu Lin!

The woman who, along with Ya Ya, had taken Su He and the Green Snake out of Snake Valley.

She had taken care of Ya Ya during Su Huanian’s absence.

Su He had always thought her status wouldn’t be very high, but she had surprisingly become the First Seat of Sword Washing Pool.

What about the former First Seat?

The previous First Seat of Sword Washing Pool was Su Huanian’s father, and this generation was supposed to be his senior brother.

Seemingly noticing Su He’s confusion, Gu Lin’s expression turned slightly sorrowful: “During the great battle of Qingyuan, Brother Qian ascended…”

Wars inevitably lead to deaths!

Su He was not good at consoling others, but after a moment’s thought, his Dragon Horn flashed and a sword Qi-condensed Flying Sword shot out, landing beside Gu Lin.

“Teacher Su asked me to bring this to Sword Washing Pool.”

Any trace of sorrow on Gu Lin’s face vanished, replaced by surprise and delight.

The Flying Sword held a contained Sword Intent, not a specific Swordsmanship, but Teacher Su’s understanding and insights into the way of the sword — a treasure beyond price.

Sword Cultivators often don’t need others to teach them Swordsmanship.

Merely a Sword Intent for contemplation and verification often brings better results.

“Thank you… brother-in-law!” Her whisper of “brother-in-law” barely reached Su He’s ears.