Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 529 - 529 119 Value Doubles Long _1

529: Chapter 119 Value Doubles (Long Chapter)_1 529: Chapter 119 Value Doubles (Long Chapter)_1 The spirit shadow chased after the Golden Crow, the red wheel giving way to the jade toad.

Engrossed in cultivation, the concept of time slipped away, marked only by the cycles of day and night—days spent in practice and nights for hunting, a rare time for focused meditation and retreat.

Aside from bland taste with no food to eat, there were no discomforts to speak of; on the contrary, it was quite peaceful and relaxing.

What was suddenly missing was the demoness constantly whispering in my ear, ‘Little Master, Little Master,’ causing an unexpected sense of longing, and Su Huanian too.

I wonder how he is now.

With a long cry, Su He sent forth True Fire like arrows, instantly slaying two hundred Prison Ghosts before hastily absorbing Yin Qi just before moonset and sunrise, then alighted upon the Silver Maple Tree with a flutter of his wings.

No sooner had he settled to absorb the Yin Qi, the sky instantly turned to high noon.

The Yin Qi retreated, and the Yang Qi ascended.

With a flap of his wings, Su He caused several pillars on the ground to rise.

They formed into a Big Array encasing him as Spiritual Energy coalesced into clouds above the Array, then turned into a gentle rain that drizzled down.

This was the Spirit Gathering Array that Su He had set up, for which he could gather materials only after several months of searching in Feng Zhong, and as soon it was laid down, it condensed Qi into clouds and rain.

It wasn’t that his Formation skills were exceptional, but rather that the Spiritual Power within Feng Zhong was exceedingly rich.

Even a simple Cultivation Technique could condense into a vortex, let alone a Formation.

The enhancement Spiritual Energy provided to the Inner World paled in comparison to that of the Origin World, but considering the exceptionally high quality of Spiritual Energy in Feng Zhong, it could reach one-tenth or one-twentieth of the Origin.

The Inner World still held a cache of Source Stones, enough to sustain his cultivation for three to four years.

Su He absorbed the Spiritual Energy, channeling it into his body to perform the Grand Circulation, and gradually cultivated True Yuan.

Meanwhile, he closed his eyes, his consciousness diving into the Heritage Space, where he found the Green Bird and asked it to contact Elder Feng Qi on his behalf, to ask for his help in reaching out to Ji Feixue, so that in three to four years, he could harvest a batch of Source Stones to send his way.

Outside Feng Zhong, Feng Qi was utterly befuddled, his black feathers even darker now.

What exactly had that Green Bird just shouted at him on Phoenix Mountain?

“Go!

Inform Ji Feixue to send Source Stones to Master He!”

Feng Qi: “…”

Had that Green Bird lost its life and thus lost all fear?

If you’re so brave, lend me a few lives, and then I’ll go talk to Ji Feixue like that!

Looking for trouble, huh?

He huffed twice, his feathers trembling slightly: “Is Little Nine there?”

A familiar voice to Su He came from the feathers: “I am here, state your message!”

The voice was blunt, as if pushing others miles away.

This was the voice of a rebellious Phoenix with a grudge against its elders.

Feng Qi chuckled slyly, his tone unexpectedly conciliatory, “Little Nine, reach out to Jin Xuan for me and ask her to contact her aunt.

Her uncle needs Source Stones sent his way.”

After a long silence, the voice from the feathers finally said, “First time my cousin comes to clan and it’s to hunt Yin Ghosts to resurrect Aunt Yun, and you can’t even spare a few Source Stones?

If you won’t give them, I will!”

Her voice dripped with mockery.

Feng Qi was taken aback at once.

Was this a matter of being willing to give or not?

It could be that the young couple was just looking for an excuse to meet!

While he was complaining, a Phoenix Feather had already Break Air towards him, the faux eye on the Phoenix Feather glowing brightly.

This was Feng Jiu having refined the Phoenix Feather into a Sword of Letter Transmission-like Magic Artifact.

Actually sending Source Stones.

“!!!”

Slap in the face?

Feng Qi felt bewildered for a moment.

Am I lacking your few Source Stones?

He sighed looking up at the sky, as a feather flew from his body, shooting through the void towards Long Moon Mansion in East Cloud.

Better to rely on oneself than others.

This is the trouble with Phoenix Clan; without the Profound Realm, communicating among kin is overly cumbersome.

Shortly after, Feng Qi blinked in confusion.

His Plume Feather landed at the designated landing spot for the Sword of Letter Transmission at Long Moon Mansion, not directly reaching Ji Feixue.

Ji Feixue was not at Long Moon Mansion.

She wasn’t even within the radius of East Cloud Mountain; otherwise, the Plume Feather would have automatically searched for her.

He smiled wryly to himself.

Ji Feixue was a legendary figure even among Divine God Beasts, so it was normal for the Plume Feather to not find her; who knew where she had run off to this time.

At the Far North Icefield, in Phoenix Valley.

Phoenix Valley, once known for its endless ice and snow, was now inexplicably drizzled with fine rain.

Outside the valley, the sky was still blanketed with ice and snow, but within, the ice and snow were starting to melt.

If a Cultivator managed to get inside, they would see the wintry power of the entire Phoenix Valley being slowly siphoned by a central Big Array, and before long, a paradise would emerge in the midst of the Far North Icefield.

After finishing setting up the Big Array, the three Ji Feixues collapsed onto the ground and slowly merged into one, opening her eyes to look towards the central snow sculpture of Su Huanian.

With a joyful laugh, her vermilion lips gently parted, “Su Sister, I’ve managed to coax your husband into Feng Zhong in advance, and he should not be returning anytime soon.

Otherwise, he would definitely string me up and beat me.

You have no idea how biased he is!”

Looking at Su Huanian, she laughed, “You surely deserve to be strung up and beaten too.

You left without even saying goodbye to undertake a deadly path.

You’ll die!

Even with the aid of my Formation, it’s hard for you to endure!

If you have any tricks left from your past life, use them now.

If not, I fear you will never have the chance!”

The snow sculpture of Su Huanian flickered with light, yet nothing happened.

Ji Feixue clenched her silver teeth and huffed, pulling out a gourd, “Here, take it!

All my treasures are yours!

If you don’t recover, see how I’ll bully your daughter in the future!”

She hummed as she tapped a slender, jade-like finger, and the stopper of the gourd popped off, releasing a thick, honey-like liquid in a mist that entered the lips of the snow sculpture.

As the mist entered, the snow sculpture still showed no response, as if it was truly just a snow sculpture.

Ji Feixue’s expression soured, and she laughed bitterly, “Such a precious gift, and you can’t even say thank you?”

If there’s no response from you, the Little Master will surely sense something.

He would run back even if Feng Zhong was turned upside down!

As she lamented with a smile, a very soft voice came from within the snow sculpture, “Thank you!”