Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 509 - 509 112 Canfeng_3

509: Chapter 112 Canfeng_3 509: Chapter 112 Canfeng_3 At Jixia Academy, over a dozen peach trees suddenly made an appearance.

Many companions, following their master’s return to the academy, had already begun to research the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

More than ten peach trees broke through the air and arrived.

The master looked up and saw a peach tree descend from the void above.

The serene aura of wood’s spiritual energy dispersed, and the master looked at the inscription and chuckled, “Just now I invited Young Friend Su He to be a guest at Jixia Academy.

The guest has yet to arrive, but the gifts have come first.

Each of you may take one; they are the thanks from the young friend.”

Such fluctuations even made the Medical Saint, who was analyzing the Yuan Sovereign Clan, lift his head in surprise.

Looking at the peach trees and the inscriptions beside them, he immediately understood, “Are these from that Little Dragon Turtle you all speak of?”

“The Sealed Emperor Palace is recklessly squandering treasures!

These things, weren’t they all plundered from the Mystery Yellow Big World long ago?

Bearing the Immortal Spirit Qi, aside from the Mystery Huang World, how can they thrive in other big worlds!”

A leader of the agricultural clan had heard the news and came through the air, laughing heartily from afar at the sight of the peach trees, “Such treasures should rightfully belong to my farming clan.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than people nearby flashed and took nine trees, while the remaining four were left for the four members of Jixia Academy who had launched the surprise attack, one for each.

The farmer leader’s laughter remained on his face, but his skin twitched as he looked up at the master.

The master smiled calmly, “The trees belong to the Confucian and Mo Families, but they can be planted by the Farming Clan.

When the peaches are harvested, our two families will select first.”

The farmer leader’s facial twitching became more severe.

So you’re hiring long-term laborers?

Scholars really have filthy hearts!

But looking at the four peach trees, he simply couldn’t bring himself to refuse them.

Such treasures, given to a group of scholars and a bunch of hammer-wielding laymen, would surely be utterly wasted!

This is a sin!

Bullying us who tend the fields.

…

Ancient Locust personally planted the seven peach trees at the leylines nodes within Long Moon Mansion.

Incredibly, the mere 300-mile territory of Long Moon Mansion contained seven nodes, resembling a long dragon coiled within the mansion.

After all this, there were still thirty peach trees left, which were divided among the four clan uncles, with extra shares for Red Ancestor and Wasteland Ancestor.

Gazing at Long Moon Mansion, the four turtles did not linger any longer, for there was still much to manage after the recent great battle.

They had to set up formations to protect their lair, study the Yuan Sovereign Clan, and guard the secluded cultivation sites of Wasteland Ancestor and Red Ancestor.

The death of Empress Feng of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace could not be concealed.

Her prominent name had vanished from the Bai Ze List; no one was blind to that.

So far, the Sealed Emperor’s Palace has been silent, probably brewing something big!

No one knows who’s behind this.

If the Sealed Emperor Great World were struck by a surprise attack leading to internal strife and her death, that would be one thing.

But if it were the deed of someone from the Mystery Huang World, continuous troubles would likely ensue.

Gu Luo patted Su He’s Shell and also prepared to leave.

He had just broken through but was forced out midway, and it would take a considerable amount of time to truly stabilize his boundary status.

One could foresee that conflict would be inevitable moving forward.

Now that I think about it, since Su He crossed the Heavenly Catastrophe, it seems the Dragon Turtle Tribe has been in a constant state of battle, either fighting or en route to a fight.

Su He’s trial by Heavenly Catastrophe immediately led to a major battle between the Soaring Snake and the Dragon Turtle.

He then had a hard-won retreat into his shell.

After that hurriedly, Green Thunder broke its shell, and after hatching protect Su He’s second form during his tribulation, incidentally beat up Zhu Yan.

Zhu and Huai were also anxious to hatch, and upon breaking out, they joined forces to beat up the King of the South of the Sealed Emperor Palace.

Not to mention him, who upon emergence exterminated the Spirit Clan, fought the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, and even drew out Thai Zu.

Gu Luo gave Su He an odd look.

Was this Turtle Kid’s luck also off kilter?

A born disaster magnet?

Perhaps they should call a clan meeting and banish it from the Dragon Turtle Tribe?

Gu Luo’s eyes became even stranger as he pondered.

This could work!

Better than having the Little Turtle challenge him for the position of Clan Leader in the future!

As the Clan Leader, blessed with the luck of the Dragon Turtle Tribe, one could enter Di Mountain Ancestral Land and be privy to numerous secrets.

Now, aside from Thai Zu, no one could go to the ancestral land.

After patting the turtle shell, the Four Dragon Turtles twisted their heads and crawled out of Long Moon Mansion.

The space in the mansion had been solidified by their combined presence, making tearing through space a bit difficult.

Moreover, the Turtle Kid now had a mate, so they couldn’t just casually rip through the space of someone’s mansion.

Turtles must have manners!

Once the four turtles left, the vast Long Moon Mansion suddenly became empty, save for the sound of the waterfall cascading in clouds.

The toad, keeping a wary distance from the fox, lied on the grass moving its limbs with great contentment.

The fox lay at the mouth of the cave, watching the Dragon Turtles swooping in and out of the mansion like seasoned old hats.

Rolling her eyes at them, she turned and returned to her own cave, sniffing joyously at the scent of her new home, stretching, and lazily climbing down.

Out of nowhere, a bone staff appeared in its mouth, and it fell asleep contentedly with the object clamped between its jaws.

The bone staff bore uneven, rough tooth marks, a testament to years of gnawing.

Su He explored the newly refurbished cave abode, basking in its refreshing essence.

The Long Moon Mansion was abundant in water elements.

Speaking of which, Ji Feixue, Su Huanian, and he all shared the water attribute, necessitating very similar environments.

It seemed like fate.

Su He thought to himself as he looked towards the north.

He had no idea how Su Huanian was doing at the moment.

Ji Feixue said that her current seclusion was ambitious; it would take at least fifteen years, given the instability of her aura—it was not to be disturbed.

It would be another twenty years before he could check on her in Phoenix Valley.

Su He sighed deeply.

Twenty years!

He hadn’t even been alive that long since hatching from his shell.

Ji Feixue, unusually, did not tease Su He.

She sank to the bottom of the water and entered the Water Mansion, touching a pillar and seemingly lost in thought.

…

In the Sealed Emperor Great World, the Sky Prison.

The Sky Prison wasn’t within the Sealed Emperor’s Palace but underground in the Sealed Emperor Great World; perhaps it should more aptly be called the Earth Prison?

Emperor Luan, dressed in white clothes, approached on foot.

In front of him was a natural cave formed by dissolved rocks.

The cave was dim and filled with standing water, yet it didn’t smell unpleasant and lacked the foul stench of ordinary aquatic prisons.

In the center of the cave, a small island suspended in mid-air.

A man lay on his side on the island with wine and simple dishes before him.

Emperor Luan stepped forward and sat opposite the man, took a jug of wine, and poured himself a drink.

“Hey, hey!

That’s my wine!

For not trying to escape and behaving well, I earned a jug every hundred years!” the man complained as he “watched” Emperor Luan.

But his eyes were covered by a red cloth, never revealing them.

He sniffed the air and said, “Yo!

Dressed in white, has the old lady died?”

There were earth-shattering vibrations a few days prior.

Even though the prison sealed off all auras, he had sensed something out of the ordinary.

That definitely wasn’t the Mystery Huang World knocking on their door, was it?

When it came to combat power, the Mystery Huang World was no match for the Sealed Emperor Great World, but in terms of top-tier masters, the Sealed Emperor Great World couldn’t compare to the Mystery Huang World.

Cultivators of the Mystery Huang World were naturally suited for cultivation.

A drink down, Emperor Luan, looking exhausted, both endless sorrow: “Indeed.

Lady Qiong has died.”

The man, who had been jesting, suddenly became stiff, remained silent for a long while, then slowly stood up.

Two beams of fiery light burst from his eyes, the red cloth over his face burned away, revealing a pair of—Phoenix eyes!

There were scar marks near the eyes, which seemed to have been transplanted through some remarkable means, enduring great pain to graft a pair of Phoenix eyes into his own.

The flames resembled the Phoenix True Fire to some extent.

“Who did it?” he asked with a voice soft to the extreme.

Emperor Luan shook his head, leaned back, and collapsed on a stalagmite: “It bore marks of the Phoenix True Fire, but we couldn’t track down the perpetrator.

The aura was completely wiped clean, quite thoroughly.”

The man said nothing.

If it couldn’t be traced, then it meant it could be.

Not many Phoenixes capable of killing Empress Feng and erasing their trace in the Sealed Emperor’s Palace!

Without moving an inch, the silhouette of a Phoenix, chained by iron, materialized behind him.

With a single cry from the Phoenix, the entire cave instantly lit up.

Arrays revealed themselves, and within them, a hundred beasts howled, with thunderbolts slashing towards him.

Each bolt possessed the might to destroy heaven and earth.

However, the man seemed oblivious to the rattling thunder, letting it strike at will.

He looked at Emperor Luan: “Do you want me to take action?”

Emperor Luan nodded: “Lady Qiong was your own sister.”

The man clenched his teeth and slowly lowered his head: “The Jade Seal is damaged, and I can’t control Canfeng.

Do you dare let me out?”

Emperor Luan flipped his hand and the Mountain and River Ding floated before him, three legs intact and its aura smooth and unbroken.