Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 389 - 389 72 Ya Huang_1

389: Chapter 72 Ya Huang_1 389: Chapter 72 Ya Huang_1 The snow kept falling harder, and outside the flying boat the world was a blinding blanket of white.

Yet, Ji Feixue insisted on not flying above the clouds, and kept the flying boat hovering just ten meters above the ground, its bottom skimming the tips of the bamboo.

Clumps of bamboo swayed in the wind, creating waves that, viewed from above, resembled a surging ocean.

The speed of the flying boat slowed, and Ji Feixue seemed to get lost in memories as she gazed at the bamboo forest.

The Three Phases Monk clasped and then opened his hands impatiently as he looked in the direction of Long Moon Mansion.

He almost suggested to speed up but was silenced by a single glance from Ji Feixue, not daring to speak.

He looked at Su He resentfully.

Su He shrank back into his turtle shell, powerless to intervene.

Although Su Huanian was frosty, at least he could be persuaded and would listen to him.

But with Ji Feixue, it was absolutely impossible.

The Three Phases Monk exhaled a long breath, seated himself cross-legged next to Su He, and pulled out a wooden fish from his belt, which he started to strike diligently.

The wooden fish was transparent, made of crystal glass.

Inside it, a crimson flame burned, with Monk Yuan Yi sitting in lotus position, hands joined in prayer, desperately trying to block the flames from licking his body.

He had originally attained a delicate balance with the flames, but the moment the Three Phases Monk struck the wooden fish, he fell into the fire with a scream.

Each strike of the wooden fish was like plunging into the Nine Nether, a fate worse than death for him!

As the wooden fish sounded, fire clung to his flesh, peeling away a layer of skin.

When the sound ceased, the flesh wriggled and regenerated, only for the sound of the wooden fish to strike again.

An unending cycle of punishment!

The Three Phases Monk, barefooted and topless, his muscles knotted, was surrounded by a red flame.

The little wooden fish in his hands seemed like a child’s toy, fragile enough to break with any careless movement.

The monk’s countenance was serene, the very picture of an esteemed high monk, his left hand rapidly turning his prayer beads, his right hand tapping the wooden fish like raindrops.

With every tap, he turned a bead and chanted a mantra.

“Beat you to death, you bald donkey.

Curse your thief’s heart and your mother’s village, may Buddha Lord smite you with lightning and death…”

A half hour past flying over the bamboo sea, the Three Phases Monk cursed without repeating a single insult.

At first, Su He thought he was just venting, but then he noticed that each curse made Yuan Yi clutch his head and roll on the ground as if he’d been roared at by Divine God Might.

Su He narrowed his eyes, his True Yuan circulating in his eyes and ears, as he looked towards the Three Phases Monk.

But then it suddenly went dark, and he could only hear Ji Feixue’s teasing voice, “Little Master shows remarkable courage, daring to rush into the mantras of the little monk Three Phases, eh?”

As the darkness faded, he saw Ji Feixue and Su Hua both looking at him, with Ji Feixue graced with a smile, “Live well, don’t seek death.”

The Three Phases Monk looked at his muscled body, his understanding of the Buddhist Law almost transcending that of all the old monks of Gujing Pavilion, even surpassing the former abbot, to say nothing of the current generation.

In his eyes alone resided the essence that all laws are the Buddhist Law, whether laughingly scolding, the joy of men and women, killing or arson…

where is it not the compassion of Buddha?

The mantras of the Three Phases Monk were as he wished, not confined to his chanting.

The flying boat rose even higher amidst the monk’s chanting-curse, yet it still did not break through the clouds.

They had passed East Cloud Mountain and not yet reached Long Moon Mansion.

Beneath them, the life force rose into the sky.

After an autumn of relentless rain, which gave people just enough food to sustain, it was a minor problem if the grain sprouted, but rotting in piles was a major disaster.

Some rulers led by example, urging officials to economize, waiving taxes, and opening the granaries to help the entire nation through the disaster.

Yet there were those who genuinely sought death, not caring for the lives of the people.

And there were officials who entered people’s homes, forcibly seizing hoarded grain, insisting that while people may die, their taxes must be paid.

People would rebel!

During autumn, at least there was still food to eat and it was not too chaotic.

But now in winter, more than half of the people could not even find grass roots to eat.

Below the flying boat was now a battlefield, on one side mere bandits resembling refugees, wielding hardly any real weapons, and on the other side, a true army.

But bizarrely, the more the refugees fought, the bolder they became, causing the army to start losing ground.

From behind the army, a flying sword soared towards the refugees.

Ji Feixue glanced over, and the sword bearer suddenly turned into a ray of rainbow light and vanished, leaving behind only a scream.

Su He turned his head and looked at Ji Feixue, “Why don’t the various powers unify cultivators and commoners just like in the Sealed Emperor Great World?”

For cultivators to rule the Mortal Realm would be too easy, yet it seemed few Sects did so.

Even if they got involved, they often did so from the shadows, rarely taking a direct role.

Ji Feixue watched the falling snow, tapping her foot idly, smiling brightly, “Little Master, what people desire differs.

Emperors wish to unite the world for thousands of generations, cultivators seek immortality and to soar into the Nine Heavens.

Each Sect desires disciples with unparalleled talent.”

She turned to Su He, “Guess for yourself, Little Master, does a world in constant turmoil give birth to more prodigies, or do regions of peace and stability produce more demons?”

I won’t guess!

After a moment of silence from Su He, the Three Phases Monk finished his last strike on the wooden fish, put it away, and turned to Su He, “Our Qianjiang War Repairs was once a general of a nation.

He has experienced all the splendors of life.

Reveling in flowers and wine, pining for the pleasure quarters, marrying a Princess, conquering mountains and rivers, commanding the land…

His country thrived and declined, he fought and won battles and also faced defeat.

He has tasted the finest of the Mortal World and also the filth of animal urines.

He struggled, he fought hard; he faced intense battles, survived life and death situations, but ultimately could not save his country.

His nation fell, his family ruined, and he even tried to assassinate the king of the new dynasty, became a Mountain Thief, led rebellions…”

“With his talent, he was unlikely to even transform into a Demonic being, but now he has reached Stepping Sky Six-fold, with unrivaled combat power!

Without such experiences in the Mortal Realm, how could he have achieved this?”

Su He knew about the warrior, having specifically asked Green Thunder about him.

After all, Green Thunder had found Ji Feixue’s Martial Divine God’s Path for Ya Ya, he couldn’t not inquire.