Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 501 - 501 110 The Weakest Turtle_1

501: Chapter 110 The Weakest Turtle_1 501: Chapter 110 The Weakest Turtle_1 Sealed Emperor Great World, Imperial Clan’s Ancestral Land.

Emperor Luan suddenly looked towards the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Lady Qiong…

dead…

His queen, gone!

His breathing became erratic, his face showing bewilderment as if he were a child who had done something wrong, his eyes darting aimlessly to the left and right as if he were looking for something on the vast expanse of ice.

He watched the stunned Big Zong Order, the tens of thousands of disciples kneeling on the ground, the mountains, the snow, the endless ice plains, the sea of clouds above his head, the stars beyond the realm…

His hands involuntarily clawed at the air, trying to grasp something, yet catching nothing at all.

It was like drowning, yet there wasn’t even a single straw to clutch at around him.

Raising his head, Ancestor Zhong materialized a knife within the channel, and with a single slash, cut off the arm holding the token.

Although the arm was severed, it did not stop the Mountain and River Ding from its absorption.

Ancestor Zhong’s growling became more intense.

Emperor Luan took deep breaths, feeling frustrated, and leapt up to smash his fist towards Ancestor Zhong inside the channel.

Stars sparkled upon his fist, the punch seeming like a swath of the starry sky.

Ancestor Zhong focused his gaze, surprise in his eyes, “You beast!

You’ve forfeited your right to use Divine Skills!”

Boom!

A punch fell, and the Star River shone brilliantly.

…

The day brightened and then darkened again, and the day hastened past.

The banquet at Gujing Pavilion overlooking Heart Lake had dispersed, and the sharing of intelligence was over.

Everyone was aware of what needed to be done, as they left in groups of twos and threes.

Underneath Su He, the water waves flipped as he landed in front of the disheveled Taoist, nodding to indicate, “Senior Xuanquan…”

Xuanquan Taoist seemed to know what he was about to say, covered his ears, and ran, “I’m not listening to your turtle prattle…

bah!” He stopped himself quickly – saying this in the presence of the Dragon Turtle at Gujing Pavilion would offend both factions, and he probably wouldn’t survive leaving the place alive.

He couldn’t even protect his own junior brother!

As he ran, he shouted, “Turtle Kid!

It took me ten thousand years to find an inheritor to my liking.

I’ve decided on this disciple, and no one can change that!”

Shouting all the while, his figure disappeared from sight.

With Ji Feixue giggling on his back, Su He blinked, “I just wanted him to pass a message to my master, or at worst, send a letter through the Qingyuan Flying Sword.”

Qingyuan Gate was using all its resources to search for him.

A head popped out beside Su He – Xuanquan Taoist, who had just left, poked his undisciplined head out from the void, “That’s fine.

I’m taking on a disciple, not imprisoning anyone.”

Since he wasn’t kidnapping his disciple, his view of Su He changed.

He stuffed a large chicken leg into Su He’s mouth, “Save and scrimp for yourself, take it!”

After inserting the chicken leg, he immediately disappeared once more.

Su He was dumbfounded, swallowed the chicken leg with a flick of his tongue, but discovered nothing unusual – it was just an ordinary roast chicken.

Crazy!

In the void, Xuanquan waved his sleeves as he hopped along, his mood quite buoyant.

The only pity was the concept of accepting a master for Divine God Beasts was different from that of cultivators.

For cultivators, a day’s master is a lifetime’s parent— the mentor-apprentice relationship is the greatest tie in the world.

As for Divine God Beasts— lineage is everything.

Taking a master is like a game to them; when in a good mood, they might take a new master every day.

It wasn’t unheard of, and to Divine God Beasts, a master is largely like a craftsman.

Their master’s master is not my grandmaster.

This perspective was too normal.

However, the Little Dragon Turtle was somewhat different from other Divine Beasts; he had been an ordinary turtle when he accepted a master, and had performed the proper Taoist ritual of apprenticeship.

Little Ge Zi truly was his proper master.

As for himself…

well, it was tricky to say – generally speaking, the Dragon Turtle wouldn’t treat him as a grandmaster.

Just infuriating!

In Gujing Pavilion, Su He watched as Xuanquan Taoist made his way towards Guiwang Mountain.

Being valued by Xuanquan Taoist was an honorable path.

Guiwang Mountain was the Taoist Ancestral Court, and any Taoist school, when traced back, could find a connection with Guiwang Mountain—no need for false posturing or pretense; the connection was real!

“All the Great Tao emerges from Wang Mountain.” Accepting a new master from Guiwang Mountain wasn’t considered a betrayal of one’s own sect.

Was it merely acknowledging one’s ancestry?

After becoming a master oneself, returning to the original sect was customary.

Guiwang Mountain wouldn’t inquire further and would even offer support.

It was somewhat like, within the same sect, a young disciple being taken by an elder ancestor for training for a while before being returned.

Following his four uncles, Su He bid farewell to Gujing Pavilion and left the mountain gates.

Gujing Pavilion was considered the Buddhist Ancestral Court in the Mystery Huang World, and commanded its due respect.

Even the four uncles didn’t tear open space on the mountain but instead flew hundreds of miles before departing through a space channel.

In the distance, Three Phases Monk was escorted by eighteen shiny-looking monks, clubbed and pushed towards Gujing Pavilion.

Far away, he caught sight of Su He’s entourage, and with an aggrieved look, cast his glance at Ji Feixue.

Ji Feixue waved at him, “No need to thank me!

Next time you want to escape, just call me, I’ll help you.”

Three Phases: “…”

He wanted to curse, but dared not.

The eighteen bald donkeys had beaten him badly enough for one day.

Provoking Ji Feixue more, he feared he wouldn’t live to see Gujing Pavilion.

As Green Thunder opened a space channel, the five Dragon Turtles filed through, with the lead Turtle emerging in Long Moon Mansion.

As soon as Su He emerged, the channel behind him closed, and he immediately rushed in front of Gu Luo, slapping the Kan Trigram overhead, “Quick, take away your gold-devouring beast!”

Heavenly Divine God!

Who knew how many treasures this creature had swallowed in Gujing Pavilion in one day?

Was the entire risky raid of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace prepared for this creature?

Gu Luo was perplexed.

As the Dragon whiskers coiled around, catching the Kan Trigram in his hand, he was still puzzled and hadn’t caught up with the situation.

During this fragmentary period, he had missed out on the updates.

Unaware, his Turtle had somehow procured another trigram!