Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 388 - 388 71 Do You Accept Disciples_3

388: Chapter 71: Do You Accept Disciples?_3 388: Chapter 71: Do You Accept Disciples?_3 One matter wrapped within another, it seems.

Actually…

why bother?

One should not overthink, but straightforwardly crush Feng Lu with the force of thunder, then consider how to break Qian Qianzi’s seal.

And certainly, one should not give Feng Lu the opportunity to employ punishment.

After returning, a thorough review of this battle would surely yield significant gains.

The lack of experience was obvious, after all, there hadn’t been many battles fought.

However, battling only with Su Huanian would only yield understanding of the sword cultivator’s fighting style, which was not very effective.

I should head back to Qianjiang, create a sparring arena, and have all the seniors challenge me in rotation, one each day!

By the side, several dice fell, landing on the treasures left behind by Feng Lu.

Long gun, token, glazed bead…

Su He’s domain remained uncollected, and now with heavy rain drifting and obstructing the sight of others, he hurriedly gathered various treasures into his External Space.

No sooner had he finished collecting them than the domain was torn open, and Ji Feixue entered with imperturbable grace.

Upon entering, her eyes looked unusual and her lips carried a teasing smile, “You two sealed off the space, preventing outsiders from peering in.

What are you doing here…

Can’t some things wait until you get home?

There was a big battle here just now, with eyes from all directions focused…”

Su He was speechless with frustration.

Su Huanian, however, was unaffected and looked up at Ji Feixue, “Killed?”

“Ah!

Killed!”

“Who was he?” asked Su Huanian.

As Ji Feixue bound up her hair, she replied, “Prince Changfeng of the Sealed Emperor Great World.

Shall I take you to raid his home someday?

To cut off his bloodline!”

“Good!” Su Huanian nodded.

Ji Feixue moved closer, leaned on Su He’s Turtle Shell, and prodded the wound that the Bronze Ge had slashed on Su He.

Her eyes were surprisingly filled with mirth.

Su He shivered all over.

Yet, he dared not speak, casting glances at Ji Feixue and then turning back to look at Su Huanian.

These two breathtakingly beautiful fairies, chatting about murder and arson, plundering others’ wealth as if they were discussing household chores…

Did he belong to a family of bandits, acting as a Mountain King?

…Indeed, he did!

I wonder how Ya Ya, that little girl, is doing now.

It’s been almost a month since she last returned.

Last time, she came at the beginning of winter to borrow the Eternal Fire from Su Huanian.

That was a special kind of fire used in Alchemy that combusts nothing.

It wasn’t hot nor very damaging, just like ordinary mortal fire, but it never extinguished.

Even ordinary Stepping Sky Realm cultivators could hardly put it out.

Right here on East Cloud Mountain, right at the site of the recent deadly battle, the three of them talked and laughed about domestic matters, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

Perhaps, when facing an external enemy, internal fronts become unified and harmonious?

The Sealed Emperor’s Palace still had such uses?

Su He was pleased; he lifted his head toward the Sealed Emperor Great World and felt an inexplicable sensation rising within him, as if someone was locking eyes with him in this very moment.

Ji Feixue and Su Huanian seemed to have found something amusing, and she began to giggle.

Leaping down, she moved with a laughter that sent the surrounding hills quivering, conveniently blocking Su He’s line of sight.

Big!

So big!

A sharp pain lanced through his back, turning to look, he saw Ji Feixue crushing Pill Medicine to apply it to his wounds.

But unbeknownst to him, the Immortal Sword had slipped out and touched his wound, its Sword Qi bursting in, and in an instant it felt as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart, the pain was excruciating.

Su Huanian stroked his hair nonchalantly, as though unaware of the other’s pain, “This wound contains the residual energy of that person’s weapon.

I’ve used my sword Qi to cut it out.”

Su He trembled lightly, not daring to say much.

By her side, Ji Feixue smiled even more fetchingly.

Another three hours passed, and Su He’s wound had been treated with medicine three times by Su Huanian.

It had begun to twitch and heal, and only then did pounding sounds, like fists thudding against space, echo down from East Cloud Mountain.

Followed by the Three Phases Monk, entering the scene as he had before, a fiery red flame broke through space and tumbled out, piercing through Su He’s domain and plopping down into the Vast Sea.

He emerged, rubbing his head.

At that moment, he appeared to be in his thirties.

If he had a good head of hair, he would have looked exactly like Mou Wan, as Su He had seen in her divination.

Upon emerging, he saw two peerless fairies on Su He’s back; one in white clothes standing proundly, and the other draped in red sitting side by side.

Both were cautious, each guarding a wound, using their own True Yuan to help heal him.

Their True Yuan was as gentle as a stream’s soft flow.

“Amitabha Buddha,” the Three Phases Monk pressed his palms together and uttered a Buddhist chant before his eyes showed great envy, “Su benefactor is truly blessed!”

Su Huanian remained cool-faced, unmoved.

However, Ji Feixue giggled charmingly.

The Three Phases Monk then eagerly turned his gaze toward Su He.

Su He nodded slightly, “Qian Qianzi is safe at the moment, nourished within a soul jade.

However, her Divine God Soul has been severely depleted over the past few months, and she must have fallen into a deep sleep by now.”

After months of resistance, even Qian Qianzi’s Three-fold Stepping Sky Divine God Soul could not endure any longer.

This was after Monk Yuan Yi and Feng Lu decided to extract only a small portion of the Tao Rhythm from her soul, avoiding more aggressive methods.

Otherwise, the outcome would not have been optimistic.

The Three Phases Monk bowed with his hands pressed together, “Amitabha Buddha, thank you, young friend, for your help, and thank you to both fairies for lending a hand!”

After he finished speaking, he seemed somewhat hesitant.

Su He smiled, “Now that matters here have concluded and the remnants of the underground palace have been collected, we can head back.”

The Three Phases Monk was overjoyed and with a wave of his hand summoned a Buddha Pagoda.

Beneath the pagoda was a Glazed Cover.

He retrieved the pagoda and passed the Glazed Cover to Su He, “This object holds some mystery; when you use it, young friend, be a little careful.”

Huh?

For me?

Su He was surprised but saw the Three Phases Monk looking as if it was only natural.

Seeing that Su He was hesitating, the monk frowned, “For God’s sake…

Benefactor, don’t overthink it.

To this poor monk, Qian Qianzi’s safety is far more important than anything else!”

Su He understood and did not speak further—the dice seemed afraid he would give up the Glazed Cover and had already impatiently landed.

Su He did not dare hesitate and immediately threw the Glazed Cover into the External Space, simultaneously releasing the Flying Boat.

Seeing Su He neatly accepting the Glazed Cover, the Three Phases Monk immediately smiled happily and took the lead to board the Flying Boat with Su He.

The boat soared through space, heading towards Long Moon Mansion.

Snow started to fall outside the boat, not heavy but fluttering beautifully.

Ji Feixue sat on the boat’s gunwale, kicking her feet back and forth, her hands resting on the edge, listening to the bell at her ankle, seemingly in a good mood.

Su Huanian stood by her, one hand on the sword and one on the gunwale, white robes fluttering in the east wind, looking like a fairy.

Su He lay obediently on his back-basking deck to heal.

The Three Phases Monk crept up, poking Su He, “Young Friend Su He, um…

do you take disciples?

This poor monk has always been respectful and would surely be an excellent choice for a disciple.”

Su He was taken aback, then followed the monk’s gesture towards the two fairies at the prow of the boat.

He looked envious.

Although he did not recognize one of the fairies, her frosty demeanor made it clear she was not easy to approach.

The other…

that was Fairy Ji Feixue, the Crazy Mother Dragon from Qianjiang, a presence renowned across All Heavens and Myriad Realms for tens of thousands of years.

Both fairies were willing to follow Su He sincerely.

It was nothing like his encounter with Qian Qianzi, where a mere confession led to repeated beatings.

His gaze towards Su He was filled with reverence, and he thought, why wait to seek such a mighty being as a teacher?