Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 612 - 612 143 The Imperial Concubine on the Way_3

612: Chapter 143: The Imperial Concubine on the Way_3 612: Chapter 143: The Imperial Concubine on the Way_3 Once the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky opened, Su Huanian, in his ice sculpture status, would be summoned into it, devoid of any ability to protect himself.

That could kill him!

By setting up a Formation, it was ensured that even if Su Huanian were summoned into the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky, he would remain safe and unharmed.

Even she had no idea when the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky would open.

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Changfeng City.

Xuanzhen Taoist came walking on air, having dealt with the various matters of the Southern Sea in the past few days, he hurried back.

Nearly twenty years had passed, and he had actually grown accustomed to this place.

Compared to the peaceful and ethereal Guiwang Mountain, he found himself preferring the vibrant life of Changfeng City.

Every day, the common people would come to the Taoist Temple to offer incense, making and fulfilling vows, seeking children, marriage, official positions, wealth, and even many thieves praying to the divine, asking for blessings to commit misdeeds undetected.

Upon being discovered, they would seek ways to overcome their difficulties.

Xuanzhen Taoist watched with amusement.

In these twenty years of not cultivating his Taoist practice, his Dao heart had actually grown firmer, and he understood much more about the Great Tao.

Beneath him, killing intent filled the air, with half of the city wall collapsed, indicating someone of Stepping Sky Seven-fold had appeared here but fell.

The battle had just ended, leaving behind the aftermath of war that triggered natural disasters—floods and cracked earth…

Xuanzhen Taoist looked down and saw in the City Lord’s Mansion the City Lord’s Imperial Seal suppressing something above it, with a Broken Sword hanging on it, its killing aura chillingly suppressing the four corpses below, preventing their energy from leaking out.

They were one of Stepping Sky Seven-fold and three of Stepping Sky Six-fold.

Had it not been for the War Cultivation’s Treasure Sword suppressing the corpses and the City Lord’s Imperial Seal isolating their energy, the mere presence of these four corpses would be enough to kill all the citizens in the city.

At the entrance of the City Lord’s Mansion, a Zhanxiu had lost an arm, while Little Girl looked at the four corpses with a depth in her eyes!

Twenty to thirty years had passed, and the little girl barely looked three years old in appearance, with intelligence matching her physical age.

But after all, she was no longer in the state of lacking Origin.

Having been the City Lord for so many years, having seen much and dealt with many matters, she had naturally matured significantly.

There was even a trace of restraint in her Mountain King’s aura.

But inadvertently, she was still a brat, a mischievous monkey.

Seeing Xuanzhen Taoist returning, her serious look instantly vanished, and with a pout and tears swirling in her eyes, she said, “Old man…

didn’t you say that Guiwang Mountain would protect us, and not let Cultivators above Stepping Sky cause trouble?

Now there’s someone from Stepping Sky Seven-fold already!”

Xuanzhen Taoist smiled and, looking at the Little Girl, actually bowed in respect, “This time it was Guiwang Mountains’ oversight, however, you are the true City Lord!”

Paying taxes is the responsibility of the citizens, safeguarding the citizens is the duty of the City Lord!

Disasters will always come, caused by Cultivators, natural calamities, or man-made tragedies…

None can be blocked, none can be predicted!

Your enemies won’t spare Changfeng City just because it’s small and weak.

On the contrary, your weakness will only encourage them to be more relentless—whether it be natural disasters or man-made catastrophes!

Little Girl was stunned for a moment, pondering Xuanzhen Taoist’s words, “You are the true City Lord,” as if thunder had struck deep in her heart, causing an explosive revelation in her mind and soul!

She stared blankly at the collapsed city walls, listening to the wounded being treated in the hospital—there weren’t many wounded, as they were the result of the aftereffects of her master’s battle with that person, or because those people had been thrust by her master into a special space, and the aftershocks leaked through, which would be fatal for any ordinary person who saw them.

If not for the light from Xuanzhen Taoist Temple blocking the aftermath of the battle, Changfeng City would have been no more.

But, her master was amazing!

To be able to strike down three beings of his own realm, Stepping Sky Six-fold, and even kill one from Stepping Sky Seven-fold.

No wonder he could withstand several moves from Turtle Grandpa!

Little Girl felt her breath halt as she looked at the hospital, listened to the cries from Righteousness Manor, saw Xuanzhen Taoist bowing before her, and behind her, the War Cultivator who, despite missing an arm and being bloodstained in Armor, sat staunch as a mountain.

Suddenly, it was as if she understood something.

She looked up at the sky above Changfeng City, where a Drake was faintly visible.

At this moment, she already oversaw Six Cities and Seventy-Three Counties, which in the Mortal Realms would be considered a medium-sized nation, with national fortune already condensing.

However, as the City Lord, she had not prayed to the heavens or the earth, had not ascended to the throne as an emperor, so the national fortune was merely a two-clawed Drake, still elusive and indistinct.

But she had never seen this Drake manifest before, and now it seemed to sense her thoughts and showed itself.

Little Girl reached out her small hand toward the sky, as if she had grasped something.

The sound of the Drake’s long chant echoed in her ears.

The ground beneath her feet sank; centered around Little Girl, circular cracks spread out like a spider’s web.

Her eyes narrowed as she felt something resting on her shoulder, and listening closely, she seemed to hear the voices of the surrounding citizens.

The cloth seller, the farmer, the patrolling officers, the person buying soy sauce…

This was national fortune, the imperial regalia, carrying the weight of a nation’s responsibility!

Little Girl reached out and touched it; she felt that she could take this responsibility upon her shoulders at any time, but somewhere deep down, she sensed that once this burden was shouldered, she would never be able to let it go.

If she took it on, it would no longer be a game of horse-riding and sword-fighting, nor would it be a privilege of picking a larger bowl when eating as the City Lord, unafraid of being deceived.

If she took on the responsibility, the clothing and food of the citizens, their lifelong prosperity, would become inextricably linked to her.

Suddenly, she felt somewhat overwhelmed.

She remained silent, while Xuanzhen Taoist stayed bowed down, not standing up.

After an unknown period of time, Little Girl spoke softly, asking, “Taoist, where is Father?

He hasn’t visited me for a long time.”

Without standing up, Xuanzhen Taoist answered, “Friend Su He is in the Southern Sea, taking care of the Seal Emperor, beheading the Yuan Sovereign, suppressing Buddha’s Domain, and rescuing Mystery Huang.”

“What about Turtle Grandpa and the others?” asked Little Girl.