Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 526 - 526 118 The True Seclusion Treasure Land_1

526: Chapter 118 The True Seclusion Treasure Land_1 526: Chapter 118 The True Seclusion Treasure Land_1 The officials that Changfeng City was short of could not be replenished by one or two imperial examinations, especially the shortage of cultivators.

This required long-term management.

The Ancient Demon Guardians were responsible for this task.

That old man Xuanzhen wasn’t very reliable; he had agreed to bring all the disciples from the sect over, but until now, he still refused to do so.

Ya Ya snorted.

Outside Long Moon Mansion, a Zhanxiu in brand-new shining armor bid farewell to Long Min, heading towards Changfeng City.

Bad luck, having arrived in the Mystery Huang World, I had hoped to meet the group leader.

I first went to Yunmeng Ze, only to be told that Ji Feixue had not returned there for a long time, having moved to Long Moon Mansion a while ago.

Having made my way to Long Moon Mansion, I found out from Long Min that the lady of the house had left three days ago.

She probably won’t be back anytime soon.

That Dragon never showed its true form—without a trace in Qianjiang.

Ever since Young Friend Su He attended the great ceremony of the Phoenix Clan and was unable to enter the Profound Realm, Princess Chang had not once visited Qianjiang.

It’s as if Qianjiang had become a private meeting place; if her lover wouldn’t come, neither would she—it’s preposterous!

The Zhanxiu didn’t fly but used the shrinking ground technique: with one step he was ten miles away, approaching Changfeng City step by step like that.

Walking along, he suddenly turned back to look up at the sky, a conflicted expression on his face.

Soon after, a figure rushed through the air on a Flying Boat, kneeling to the Zhanxiu from afar in the sky: “Please accept me as a disciple, senior!”

The Flying Boat plunged downwards, and the person knelt on it as it glided, crashing to the ground and flinging him off.

Yet he did not move, sliding on his knees right up to the Zhanxiu’s feet.

“Senior, please take me as your disciple!” he pleaded with the Zhanxiu.

The Zhanxiu looked at him: “Can’t take you in!

Not taking!”

Does this kid have a screw loose?

A ghost cultivator without a physical form wants to follow the Martial Divine God’s Path with me?

Or does he wish to pay respects and learn magic skills?

Is he mocking me?

I, a dignified Thunder System Cultivator, can’t even perform Ten Thousands Thunderous Might!

At Stepping Sky Six-fold, yet I struggle to use a Three-fold skill.

If it weren’t for the descendants of an old friend from the Mortal Realm, I’d slap you to death!

“Senior, I…”

“You kneel too readily, not suitable for the Martial Divine God’s Path!” The Zhanxiu turned, kicked the space apart, and landed directly outside Changfeng City.

I should have done this earlier; last time, I cut through space with one slice, crossing vast worlds and departing through space, leading to backlash, lying on a bed for half a year, only recovering completely nearly ten years later.

Now, I have a psychological shadow when it comes to space teleportation.

It wasn’t for this kid pushing me; I could have walked to Changfeng City step by step.

Landing outside Changfeng City, he smiled immediately upon seeing Ya Ya in the sky.

His strong life force dispersed the clouds above; such martial prowess, such a foundation—unprecedented.

I couldn’t be more satisfied!

What martial artist wouldn’t want to take in a humanoid Dragon Turtle?

About to wave hello, he looked down at his waist where a golden flower was pinned.

He took a deep breath, “Come out!”

The golden flower flashed, casting down a beam of light, turning back into the young man from before.

With a simple and honest face, he immediately knelt down: “Yo, senior, we meet again.

This must be fate!

Junior Bao Yunxiao pays respect to senior, please accept me as your disciple!”

The Zhanxiu took the golden flower out and wedged it into the young man’s ear, turned away, stepped into the air, and walked towards Ya Ya.

This rascally ghost cultivator actually had great talent at Stepping Sky Four-fold and possessed some unique techniques that even I didn’t notice.

I didn’t realize at first that the golden flower he had given me was his soul artifact!

This golden flower was what I distributed as severance to my subordinates when I was defeated as a mortal.

The one who took the golden flower was my best brother.

Since that parting, I entered the mountains to study the Tao and never saw him again.

After tens of thousands of years, it turns out that his descendants have also embarked on the path, choosing the Ghost Path.

And turned the golden flower from back then into their soul anchoring object.

A soul artifact can be given away lightly?

If someone with ill intent got hold of it and crushed it, this kid would be severely injured if not dead.

“Keep walking your Ghost Path properly!” The Zhanxiu huffed at him, looking at Ya Ya: “Disciple, your master has come to get you!”

Ya Ya looked up, a face full of misery: “Master…

I can’t take on a master anymore!”

The Zhanxiu: “???”

A murderous aura gathered around him in an instant, his face darkening: “Did that old man Green Thunder go back on his word?

I’ll go get an explanation from him!”

As he looked to leave, Ya Ya grabbed the hem of his robe: “No, that’s not it!

I’m now the Four-City Lord, and the lives of millions of people are in my hands.

What would happen to the people if I left?”

She looked imploringly at the Zhanxiu.

The Zhanxiu was stunned.

Looking down at the vigorously built city below and then towards the long distance, he saw there were four large cities and dozens of county towns within ten thousand miles.

This apparently had already become a kingdom.

As someone who was once a great general, how could he not know the importance of a monarch to a kingdom?

A monarch’s rash action can sway the kingdom, affecting the life and death of the people.

Ya Ya stood up, stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch her own nation, then retracted her hand and looked up at the Zhanxiu with a troubled face: “Unless Master is willing to stay and teach, I cannot take a master!”

Her eyes were filled with misery.

The Zhanxiu was silent for a moment, staring at her strangely, then poked her forehead, gritting his teeth: “You little rascal, who taught you this?”

Having lived tens of thousands of years, and having been a great general and nearly crowned an Emperor.

How could he not see through these little tricks?

She was trying to keep him here!

Having her ruse exposed, Ya Ya immediately stood up straight, pointing to the Taoist Temple being built inside the city: “The old Taoist inside!”