Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 654 - 654 157 Dragon Turtle Ancestral Land_2

654: Chapter 157 Dragon Turtle Ancestral Land_2 654: Chapter 157 Dragon Turtle Ancestral Land_2 There was sadness and suffering, joy and pleasure.

This is what life is.

“Painter, make a portrait!” Baiyin, dragging Su He, ran up to a painting stall, sat sideways on a chair, and pulled Su He behind her.

Holding Su He’s hand, she placed it over her delicate shoulder.

The painter hurriedly swallowed the pastry in his mouth and came over with his brush and ink, “Alright!

My lord and lady, please wait a moment, I paint very quickly!”

The painter, clad in splatters of ink, had a sloppy appearance, yet his demeanor carried the charm of an artist, inspiring complete trust at first glance.

He cocked his head, studying Su He and Baiyin for a long while then suddenly looked at Su He with a smile, “This lord must rarely accompany his lady outside, eh?”

Caught off guard, Su He wanted to correct the painter’s misunderstanding but ultimately didn’t speak, simply nodding instead.

Not to mention Baiyin, whom he had just met—Su He had scarcely taken Su Huanian and Ji Feixue outside either, mostly staying in Long Moon Mansion or the Suppression Land for cultivation.

The painter, trusting his own eyes, pointed at them and said with a smile, “It is apparent, my lord must be busy with his career.”

The painter had tremendous faith in his own eyes.

This young couple, though daring enough to hold hands in public, clearly showed that the lord had some reservations.

Such was the life of a married couple, with the wife alone at home, seemingly busy serving the parents-in-law, endlessly engaged in embroidery.

But in reality, it was tedious, and whether walking or sitting, she yearned for her husband.

The husband occupied every moment of her mind, and even if he traveled for study, not returning for three to five years, the intimacy remained unchanged.

While the husband, when outside, might frequent brothels or have social outings, becoming attached to other things, and after a few days away, he might even forget what his wife looked like.

The painter shook his head, covered his eyes with a black cloth, and without looking at the paper, relied solely on his previous observations to paint from his heart.

With a splash of ink and a flourish of his brush, after a moment…

he stopped!

His face turned deathly pale as he suddenly realized he couldn’t continue painting.

The appearance of the young couple was clearly etched in his mind, but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring it to the paper.

This feeling was extremely awkward, like having a word on the tip of your tongue but being unable to recall it no matter how hard you tried.

No, it was even more unsettling.

The image of the young couple was vivid in his mind, but laying down the brush felt as heavy as a thousand weigh, as if one stroke would bring the heaven and earth crashing down on him.

Panting, the painter ripped off the cloth from his face, only to find that there was nothing in front of him.

The young couple had vanished.

The painter stood dazed for a long time, looking at the passersby on the night market, who hadn’t noticed anything unusual, his face flashing between worry and excitement.

If what he encountered today weren’t Ghost Creatures, then they must be Immortal Divine Gods.

He remained in a daze for a while before murmuring, “My lord, a thousand splendid mansions cannot compare to the company of a charming wife.

Lingering on the extraneous is unworthy; better to spend time with your lady…

Don’t wait until you can’t accompany her any longer and live with regrets…”

In the distance, Baiyin, who had been pulling Su He away to escape, suddenly burst into laughter.

With an air of helplessness, Su He said, “Clan sister, did you do something naughty again?”

Baiyin shook her head, her laughter joyful, “That guy was almost my disciple in his past life, but because of me, he was killed.

I managed to arrange his reincarnation with great difficulty, but this time around, he chose not to cultivate as an immortal and instead became a mortal painter.”

Baiyin, hopping lightly, pulled Su He along, facing him as she hopped backward playfully, prompting Su He to jog along with her, “You know how special you are.

Leave a mark in his heart with your presence, and sooner or later he will break through the barriers and resume his path.”

Su He shook his head with a light chuckle.

Was this the work of an Immortal Sovereign?

Could influence on others be arranged with a mere flick of the hand?

The painter’s portrait wasn’t completed on paper but was etched in his heart!

In her left hand, Baiyin held Su He’s, and in her right, she seemed to have procured a skewer of candied hawthorn out of nowhere, hopping and munching contentedly.

The night market was bustling, with jugglers and street performers, girls goofing around with handkerchiefs…

While Su He accompanied her, his gaze drifted toward an inky blackness next to the street, a place that was not part of the night market, where currently, one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

In her hands, Baiyin now held a stick of maltose, cozying up to Su He, “What’s wrong?

Feeling misanthropic?

Is your mindset this fragile?”

Across the dark street, an eight or nine-year-old boy knelt in front of a collapsed house, crying his heart out.

In front of him lay a girl slightly older than him, who was already dead.

Baiyin’s bare hand gestured, and in front of them a scene emerged as if time rewound, displaying all of the boy’s experiences.

The story was simple: two children had outwitted a kidnapper and managed to escape.

But due to the boy’s oversight, they weren’t well hidden, and ended up in the hands of a gang of thugs.

There wasn’t any dramatic turn; just the girl, who was cruelly cut open and didn’t survive the ordeal.

The boy, taking advantage of the thugs fighting over territory, had bitten through his bindings, snatched the girl’s body, and escaped.

Now he was slapping himself, cursing under his breath, blaming himself for not hiding well enough.

“Clan sister, can ordinary people also be reincarnated?” Su He asked softly.

Baiyin shook her head, “If the Heavenly Court were still in existence, yes.

But the Heavenly Court has long been gone, and there are not enough spirits to reincarnate.”

Confused, Su He questioned, “But these two have reincarnated, haven’t they?”

Si Ze, Zong Sunye…

Somehow, he recognized them at a glance.

This was the past life of that pair of unfortunate lovers.

I wonder if Uncle Lei succeeded in condensing the Mountain Divine God?

Could these two be fated adversaries, always at odds by nature?

Especially Si Ze, who seems to always be found in a state of being hunted down.

This time, though, he’s thoroughly dead!

“An acquaintance?” Baiyin blinked, “Then…

is it because of my help?” she spoke and had already pulled Su He down beside them.

With one touch, a ghostly shadow floated from the girl’s body and Baiyin, with a gentle nudge, turned it into a golden bead.

Talisman Runes fell upon the golden bead, which then became ethereal, and with a flick, she sent it flying to an unknown destination.