Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 387 - 387 71 Do You Accept Disciples_2

387: Chapter 71: Do You Accept Disciples?_2 387: Chapter 71: Do You Accept Disciples?_2 Feng Buai’s heart was immediately engulfed in shock and awe.

Ji Feixue!!!

Being on the same level as someone who had taken Stepping Sky’s Seventh Step and Knocked on the Door of Immortality, he felt like a three-year-old child in front of Ji Feixue, unable to put up even the slightest resistance!

The shattered space was not ordinary, filled with Ji Feixue’s unique laws.

His true body tumbled through space, organs and Cave World churned as though in a meat grinder, instantly ground to a pulp.

“Spare…

this prince has…”

“Shh!” Ji Feixue’s brows lightly furrowed, her face bearing an impatient look: “Quiet!”

Feng Buai instantly lost the ability to speak, unable to even transmit his Divine Sense.

“My husband wants you to leave; you just need to silently roll away.

Don’t speak, his annoyance arises from hearing another man’s voice.”

Ji Feixue waved her hand, and Feng Buai tumbled once more, now completely unrecognizable as human, balled up into a lump of flesh.

The meatball trembled, struggling with all its might.

Finally, it leaped up, points in the air: “God says, Zang!

Yi!

Ear cropping!

Tongue removal!

Mutilation!

Flogging!

Beheading…”

Enforcing punishment without severing the bloodline, Stepping Sky Seven-fold had long mastered all inheritances.

Punishments appeared one by one, execution tools condensing above Feng Buai’s head, falling straight towards Ji Feixue.

And then…

Ji Feixue stood in the starry sky, unmoved, dressed in red, like a fairy descended to the mortal realm.

However, Feng Buai was now blind, nose sliced off, tongue pulled, feet broken, waist severed…

In an instant, he turned into a pile of dust in front of Ji Feixue.

Ji Feixue frowned: “I told you not to speak, yet you wouldn’t listen!”

With a gentle wave of her hand, the pile of flesh turned back into a spherical shape, continuing to tumble, the entire meatball violently trembling as if experiencing the most terrible punishment across all heavens and myriad realms.

A Turtle’s claw reached out from the void, intercepting the meatball and stomping it down with thunder and lightning crossing.

In an instant, the meatball turned into dust and dissipated.

In the Life-Bound Starry Sky, a massive Life-Bound Star likewise perished.

Green Thunder broke through the void, peering out with strange eyes at Ji Feixue, seemingly about to speak but hesitant.

Ji Feixue smiled: “What is it?”

Green Thunder opened his mouth: “That, um, I heard it.”

“Heard what?” Ji Feixue blinked inquisitively.

After a long moment of silence, Green Thunder said: “Husband!”

His voice low, he had come by breaking the air as soon as he received a signal from Su Huanian but discovered that East Cloud Mountain’s space was still sealed, not by Sealed Emperor’s Palace Stepping Sky, but by a familiar aura.

It was Ji Feixue.

Unable to reach East Cloud Mountain, Green Thunder directly broke through the void and came outside Mystery Huang World—the distance was nothing he couldn’t brush aside.

But Green Thunder stood shocked in the void, unmoving until just now when he broke through the air, looking at Ji Feixue with a strange gaze.

Ji Feixue, twirling her hair in front of her, gave Green Thunder a glance: “What?

Don’t tell me, you still expect me to call you ‘Uncle’?”

Green Thunder: “…”

By propriety, that is exactly how it should be!

Regardless of how high one’s Tao Cultivation is, or how grand the heavens are, they can’t trump seniority, can they?

Ji Feixue smiled faintly: “No matter, I’ll introduce you to Princess Yunmeng Ze one day, then you and I can speak respectfully of each other.”

Green Thunder’s face, flickering with thunder, was immediately full of excitement.

…

In the Sealed Emperor Great World, Sealed Emperor’s Palace.

An eunuch sprinted through the palace, hurrying towards the Imperial Study Room.

Arriving at the nine steps outside the room, he bowed and knelt, crying out in despair: “Your Majesty, Prince Changfeng has passed.”

Perched in the Nine Heavens, the Imperial Study Room was silent for a long while, and after a great deal of time, a faint voice came forth.

“Understood.”

The eunuch continued to kneel, unmoving.

The voice from the Nine Heavens once again spoke: “Have the Scholar Residence draft a posthumous title and handle all funeral rites.

Select someone from Prince Changfeng’s lineage to inherit the title.”

The Old Eunuch rose, paid respects again: “As you command!”

The Old Eunuch withdrew backward, and silence once again enveloped the Imperial Study Room, with only the sound of fingers tapping on the table.

Within, a middle-aged man with a Yellow Robe, unremarkable as any ordinary Mortal Emperor.

He stood up from his seat and began pacing within the Imperial Study Room.

Muttering to himself: “Su He, Green Thunder, Spirit Snake, Dragon Turtle…

Xuan Wu.”

As if wrestling with a paramount problem, the Emperor of the first and greatest world amongst all heavens and myriad realms, showed profound confusion.

He turned to look at the table.

On the scroll he had just put down, images flickered.

If Su He were here, he would have recognized that these images were precisely what he had witnessed in the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace, the scene where the Yuan Sovereign Clan besieged the Dragon Turtle, vying for the Dragon Turtle Heritage Taoist Palace.

Only this perspective was different; it was filmed from the angle of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

The Dragon Turtle appeared as a Primordial Huge Beast, unmatched in its might.

Numerous members of the Yuan Sovereign Clan died heroically, one falling after another in the struggle.

“Xuan Wu, Azure Dragon…” The man in Yellow Robe turned, gazing towards the Mystery Huang World as if he could see through all heavens and myriad realms, all the way to East Cloud Mountain.

…

At East Cloud Mountain, Su Huanian touched Su He’s neck, causing a Long Gun to burst forth, her eyebrows knitting slightly as she observed the wounds on Su He.

She crushed a Pill Medicine and applied it to his injuries.

“After your wounds heal, you’ll train with me every day.”

“You can’t beat me anymore.” Su He laughed heartily.

Su Huanian looked at him with lucid eyes.

Su He’s laughter diminished bit by bit until he sheepishly lowered his head and did not dare to say more.

Indeed, more combat experience was needed—his was still too shallow.

The fight with Feng Lu lasted too long; it seemed to be one step leading to another, tricking Feng Lu into releasing the Qian Qianzi Seal, then having Long Min summon the Divine God Soul for Su Huanian to slay the Scholar.