Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 414 - 414 80 Kan Trigram_2

414: Chapter 80 Kan Trigram_2 414: Chapter 80 Kan Trigram_2 Feng Rong’s expression completely changed, a thousand weigh falling like rain, once was a coincidence, twice could not be, to say nothing of more!

In the heavy rain, the iron chain was struck consecutively two more times by a thousand weigh, flailing in the rain like a snake, no longer under his control—like an unbridled horse, the reins still in hand but utterly useless.

Was this the true capability of the Dragon Turtle?

The power wasn’t great, merely that of Stepping Sky Three-fold, but each drop of the heavy water struck precisely at the nodes of his True Yuan!

Upon encountering this too frequently, it could no longer be considered mere coincidence but skill.

Unbidden, his mind recalled the legendary White Spirit of the Dragon Turtle Tribe.

He had no dealings with White Spirit; when White Spirit reigned supreme, he was not yet born, and when White Spirit died, he was just over two thousand years old, without the qualifications to leave the Sealed Emperor Great World.

The tales said that White Spirit was unparalleled in strategizing, often overcoming the strong with the weak.

The more enemies and the stronger they were, the more powerful White Spirit became.

In situations that spelled certain death, White Spirit would always anticipate the enemy’s moves and use their own hands to eliminate them.

Recalling this, Feng Rong’s gaze suddenly sharpened, “Retreat!”

With a shout, the monks from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace around him didn’t understand why, but their trained reflexes had them obeying the imperial command without hesitation.

They moved faster than thought, and by the time their minds caught up, they were already tens of miles away.

Feng Rong’s face eased slightly, only to see the rain slice through the air as the iron chain swiftly turned and cleaved towards him.

The target of the Dragon Turtle was him!

“Return!” He didn’t dare to sever the chain directly, so he clenched his teeth and retracted it.

The True Yuan attached to the chain flowed back and blasted onto his own body.

Feng Rong spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Just as he thought!

The Dragon Turtle on its own didn’t have enough combat power to hunt someone at Stepping Sky Four-fold.

But the Dragon Turtle could use the opponent’s attack to counterattack!

It was this predictive ability that was most terrifying.

He looked up at Su He.

Su He lay still in the sky, with slightly closed turtle eyes, while the Spirit Snake hissed, leisurely circling and coiling around the Turtle Body, either entwining or spiraling.

The pairing of a turtle and a snake was surprisingly harmonious, resembling a Tai Chi symbol.

Feng Rong didn’t dare to make any rash moves that could provoke the Dragon Turtle’s countermeasures, for what would follow was a life-and-death battle.

With the long gun in hand, facing the unguarded Dragon Turtle, he did not know where to begin his attack.

Su He was experiencing the sensation of being connected to heaven and earth with the Opening Heaven Pen, this state where all things are controlled by the heart felt wondrously profound.

Had Ji Feixue been in this state all along?

No wonder she was invincible!

In such a state, where one is one with heaven and earth, winning against the strong while being the weaker party was easy.

Su He felt an unparalleled shock within his heart.

Ji Feixue lightly lifted her pen and wrote in the air: “Retreat!”

As the word formed and hung in midair, a compulsory-looking letter in teal, the curse-mark Gu Insects incoming from the shattered void, upon encountering the word “retreat,” seemed to have met their natural enemy, frantically turning around and fleeing back the way they came.

As soon as the word was completed, almost simultaneously, Ji Feixue wrote another word: “Hide!”

The Gu Insects became semi-transparent and passed through the iron filings without causing a single one to move.

Like a tide, they surged back into the large man’s body.

The man cried out in agony, his cries breaking rhythm, as he trembled like a sifting pan, shaking the flesh from his body.

In an instant, he turned into a complete skeleton, yet he was not dead.

Curses burst through the skeleton’s frame, slaughter the Gu Insects returning to it.

The skeleton breathed heavily.

Its panting echoed the cries of the skeleton trapped in the prison cell, making a fitting match.

The middle-aged Scholar and the short Elder turned to look at the large man at the first moment.

A book page flew out from the Scholar, turning into a scroll that wrapped around the man, while the Elder broke off an arm to transform it into a Golden Bell that covered them.

“Separate!” Ji Feixue’s third word floated down with her pen, her lettering seven parts overbearing, three parts exquisite, as though a Divine God Dragon were dancing.

When the word was written, the Big Array trapping her parted, opening a pathway.

Nobody could prevent Ji Feixue from gracefully stepping out.

This…

was no ordinary word!

Having previously seen the Witch Dance, Su He instantly recognized it.

Though the words were written by Ji Feixue, they seemed to be naturally created by heaven and earth, embodying the Great Tao itself.

The language of humans speaks of the Tao, and so does its script.

Ji Feixue was writing on behalf of heaven!

Within each word was not just simple laws and True Yuan, but the rhythm of the Great Tao!

Startled, Su He watched as Ji Feixue turned to look at him and smiled, “Little Master, have you learned it?”

Su He: “…”

Stop joking!

I can’t even understand it, how could I possibly learn it!

All he could discern was that his wife was incredibly awesome!

She wasn’t merely on another level from the encircling four Stepping Sky Seven-fold realms, but a whole different existence!

She was playing with them as she crushed them!

The Commandery Princess Ping Zhen, trapped in her cell, pounded on the prison door, howling.

Outside, three people struck seals simultaneously, shouting, “Disperse!”

The three of them exploded at the same time, transforming into a sky full of execution tools, slashing towards the Two-Realms Battlefield.

A drake sprawled across the sky was the first to collide with the execution tools, its pair of dragon horns swiftly severed.

The drake let out a roar and bit at the curved sword, only to have its mouthful of dragon teeth shatter with a crunch.

High above in the Nine Heavens, the Three Phases Monk cussed loudly, “You motherfucker, have you no shame!

You can’t bully the young in Buddha Lord’s presence, you Knocking on the Immortal’s Door there to humiliate the young.” He drove Feng Buqi back with a punch and leaped towards the Sealed Emperor Territory, smashing down.

Do you think only you can run wild?

Buddha Lord is even better at killing the young!

“Forming an array?” Fairy Ji in the Nine Heavens above sneered, realizing that the trio intended to use their bodies to form a formation and completely trap her in the Two-Realms Battlefield.

She looked down at Su He, “Little Master, lend me Chaotic Edge for a moment.”

Su He: “???”

Is that something you can borrow?

White Spirit’s Sending-God has already expired, there’s no renewal!

You can’t borrow it!

Yet, Fairy Ji Feixue wrote down several characters he didn’t recognize in mid-air, neither the common script nor that of the dragon clan.

“Chaotic Edge!” Fairy Ji’s voice, clear as a pipa, rang out.

Su He didn’t know what to think as he chanted the Chaotic Edge into the sky; a Crescent Moon Sword appeared above the Nine Heavens.

The characters written by Fairy Ji returned like weary birds to their nest, instantly settling into the Crescent Moon Sword, which suddenly looked exquisite, with a Golden Dragon wrapped around the blade as crescent as the moon.

With a downward slash, thousands of Sword Qi scattered, and Su He was astonished to find that this Sword Qi was entirely different from his own.

The Chaotic Edge he unleashed had evenly sized and powerful streaks of Sword Qi, like they were carved from a mold.

But the Crescent Moon Sword now produced several streaks of green-gold Qi, directly slicing through the sky full of execution tools.

The remaining force was much weaker; half targeted the Sealed Emperor Territory, the other half the Mystery Huang Realm.

The Sword Qi that fell upon the Mystery Huang Realm had even less force, unlikely to be able to slash even a Transcendence-level being.

A few words from Fairy Ji changed the Chaotic Edge.

Su He looked at her, and a hint of understanding rose from his heart.

Fairy Ji, having the ability to write Tao script, certainly didn’t lack pen-type Magical Treasures—the Hundred Weapons of the dragon clan were not just for show.

She wouldn’t lack group attack methods, and she certainly didn’t need his Chaotic Edge.

Fairy Ji was teaching him!

Facing four existences of her level, she managed effortlessly, even demonstrating for him!

At the moment, Su He couldn’t write Tao script or adjust the power of Chaotic Edge, but he knew that with constant comprehension, one day he would be able to do so.

Su He looked up and let out a long chant towards Fairy Ji, just as the sky full of execution tools, before forming a Big Array, were chopped by Chaotic Edge, trembling as they reverted into three people.

The diminutive elder had his arms restored, leaped up, and punched the Crescent Moon Sword, which burst into dust with a bang.

High in the sky, with a grab, he captured the prison, and all three exerted their strength in unison, smashing the prison cage and snatching the skeleton within.

The four gathered together and howled in unison toward Fairy Ji.

“Fairy Ji’s Tao Cultivation is unparalleled; we concede to you.

Without Zhen Nan Wang, indeed we’re no match for Fairy.

If this fight continues, we’ll be forced to use despicable tricks,” they declared.

The two skeletons and two silhouettes, with four pairs of hollow eyes, fixed their gaze on Fairy Ji: “As we proposed earlier, if Fairy Ji suppresses one of us knocking on the Immortal’s Door from Sealed Emperor’s Palace, we will imprison one of the Knocking on the Immortal’s Door from Yunmeng Ze for one hundred thousand years.

If Fairy agrees, this fight can be avoided!”

The middle-aged Scholar was the speaker.

No sooner had he finished than the Three Phases Monk started cursing, “Bullshit!

Lock up your own damn mother!

Getting killed as a thief and still have the face to yap here!”

Su He too was taken aback, thinking this person must be out of his mind!

Accustomed to rampant behavior in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, does he also consider himself infallible here?

He snorted coldly, his eyes narrowly focusing on Feng Rong.

Couldn’t he take advantage of this chance linked with heaven and earth to cut down one of you younger ones?

Su He roared, yet his entire body suddenly trembled.

Within his Inner World, amidst the Little Sixty-Four Hexagrams, the Kan Trigram suddenly began to tremble fiercely, like a voracious beast encountering sweet dew, greedily soaking it up.

Indistinctly, an inexplicable significance emanated from the four Knocking on the Immortal’s Door from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace.

Su He’s expression turned solemn as he chanted towards Fairy Ji with a secret transmission, “Be cautious!

The Kan Trigram!”

The Sixty-Four Trigrams are incredibly peculiar; when they’re not manifested, even those with high Tao Cultivation can’t detect them.

Su He had the Eternal Trigram, but unless it actively absorbed Heavenly Tribulation, even Gu Luo and Lei wouldn’t notice.

Only when the Little Sixty-Four Hexagrams encounters one of the Sixty-Four Trigrams does it begin to absorb Tao Rhythm.

Those four bastards brought the Kan Trigram with them!