Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 677 - 677 172 Mahu_1

677: Chapter 172: Mahu_1 677: Chapter 172: Mahu_1 The sound of water next door was crisp and clear.

Su He could even discern the dynamics of the water from the length and reverberation of the sound.

This kind of fall that first sinks, then slides, then becomes crisp, must be hitting a lofty spot and then bouncing off it, water beads pinging into the pool.

An uncontrollable image of a beautiful person bathing sketched itself in his mind.

This was a very easy ability to have, something even a blind swordsman among the mortals could do.

Suddenly, Su He felt alarmed, and he swiftly retreated backward to the other side of the bath, looking at the partition wall with a slight frown.

“What’s wrong?” Baiyin’s pleasant voice came through.

It took a moment for Su He to respond, “Clan sister, there’s something off about my status!”

Even Divine God Beasts that don’t cultivate the mind still go through decades of cultivation, especially in Feng Zhong, where the daily repetitive tasks of hunting Yin Ghosts and absorbing Yin Qi had been boring for ten years.

His mind should be like still water by now.

But at the sight of Baiyin, his self-control seemed to skid out of control!

He even harbored some indecent thoughts at the moment.

This was highly abnormal!

Su He was not that kind of person; otherwise, with his status as the Crown Prince of the Dragon Turtle Tribe, what couldn’t he indulge in?

In the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, anyone who knew what a Dragon Turtle was and heard that he fancied human women would desperately vie for his favor.

Only because Ji Feixue stood in the way, which held people back from acting brazenly.

Otherwise, even if Su He were unwilling, as long as there was no clear opposition, there would inevitably be a flock of women clamoring to polish his shell, and the line could extend from the Long Moon Mansion to the Suppression Land.

“Could it be…

there’s something wrong with my body?” Has the past life been by Baiyin’s side too long, leaving traces?

Even a common Stepping Sky would imprint their mark on the place of long seclusion, and a past life in an ordinary human body that had lingered beside Baiyin for over three thousand years, wouldn’t it be abnormal if nothing untoward happened?

Baiyin huffed twice, whose fault is it for an unstable mind?

“Go kill!

Killing is the best way to vent, how about I throw you into the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s camp to do as you please?”

Excitement tinged Baiyin’s voice.

Many psychological issues could be resolved through slaughter—if you fall into demonic ways, that’s another matter, but at least you’d feel exhilarated!

Su He shook his head, “I must refuse!”

In the territory of the Yuan Sovereign Clan, attacking the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s camp.

Has he gone mad?

I, Su He, still want to see the sun tomorrow.

Besides, now that he was aware of the issue, it didn’t bother Su He at all!

He was a Dragon Turtle; why worry about the state of his Spirit?

Dragon Turtles are impetuous, just do whatever you want, and that’s that.

The longevity species had this advantage; they didn’t need to endure hardship like Cultivators to maintain their Spirit, temper their minds.

An unstable Spirit means complications in cultivation techniques, lifespan, combat power—everything is affected.

It was different for Divine God Beasts; everything depends on the bloodline.

The upper limit may not be as boundless as that of Cultivators, but its stability is precious!

Which Cultivator could really reach boundlessness?

Cultivators who could reach the Dragon Turtle Level were extremely rare!

Uncle Lei is among the weakest mature Dragon Turtles, yet he effortlessly made it into the top hundred on the Bai Ze List!

Baiyin snorted, “Coward!”

Speaking, she turned her head to look eastward, her eyebrows furrowed with murderous intent rising, and Su He felt the disturbance in the pool water.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his mind calming.

He simultaneously grabbed his clothes, draped them over himself, and leapt up—the Tai Chi Pool shrank, the partition disappeared, and Baiyin appeared opposite him.

The Fairy had changed into a water-blue dress, her slightly wet hair moved without wind, and quickly dried and floated behind her head, automatically braiding into a hairstyle that framed her temples, adding a touch of tranquility and peace.

“Come with me to kill,” she said, grabbing Su He and turning to leave the courtyard.

They darted out of the alley and onto the main street.

The real main street!

Here, mortals and immortals lived together, exotic beasts a dozen zhang tall roamed freely, while people flew on swords above.

It was the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s territory, but along the entire street from end to end, there were only a few dozen Yuan Sovereign Clan people.

However, they held a supremely high status, and wherever they passed, people bowed in homage.

Whether immortal or mortal!

It was like a certain dynasty from Su He’s past life history.

Most of the city dwellers were from the Human Race, with a few exceptions such as members of the Spirit Clan, giants, and some from the Demon Clan.

There was an air suggesting the prosperity of a hundred races.

“Clan sister,” Su He sent a telepathic message, the scene here was completely different from what he knew of the Yuan Sovereign Clan!

Baiyin looked around and laughed, “This is just the periphery of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.

Guess how many other races are in the core of the Yuan Sovereign Clan?

Have you ever seen races other than the Yuan Sovereign Clan on the battlefield?”

Was the Yuan Sovereign Clan so kind-hearted?

Go to war themselves but let other races enjoy the spoils in the rear?

Not letting other races be cannon fodder on the battlefield means there is something more valuable than being cannon fodder.

Baiyin snorted coldly, grabbed Su He, and with a few flickers, they darted into a mansion located at the axis of the city, which was surely the residence of an official like a “City Lord” or “Tai Shou.”

Baiyin, holding Su He, brazenly strutted through the mansion as if invisible, and no one seemed to notice them, all absorbed in their duties.

It wasn’t until they walked from the front yard to the rear yard, and to a secluded courtyard—with mountains and water, an essence of clarity and transcendence—that a faint scent of blood wafted over.

Turned a hill, and felt the fluctuations of mana, a stone door embedded in the mountain, likely where the mansion’s main resident practiced and secluded themselves.

Baiyin, still pulling Su He, walked straight towards the stone door, faced it head-on, and phased inside, passing through the wall.

The stone door, laden with Formations, did not impede them at all.

Inside was indeed a quiet room, and a commotion could be heard.

A high-pitched voice, tinged with urgency, “Brother Ma, it’s one thing for us to be captured and enslaved by the enemy, it’s another to join them, but why…

This is a fellow from the Mystery Yellow!

How could you use them for mana absorption and cultivation practice?”