Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 84 - 84 083 Golden Pagoda_1

84: Chapter 083 Golden Pagoda_1 84: Chapter 083 Golden Pagoda_1 It was the group with Ya Ya’s aura, and Su He immediately confirmed it as they got closer.

“Fellow Daoists, hurry to welcome our predecessor’s return, break through Qingyuan Gate, and after the predecessor has recuperated, we will visit Qingyuan again!” Chi Yang bellowed.

So that was it!

No wonder the Sect Leader agreed to Chi Yang’s alliance; Chi Yang had a way to rescue the Old Ancestor!

Some people’s eyes lit up.

Although they were from minor sects and families, there were always one or two geniuses who could shock East Cloud.

Unfortunately, most who offended Qingyuan in the past three hundred years had been killed.

To think they were here!

This attack sought not to weaken Qingyuan, but merely to welcome back the Old Ancestor, and that alone would be an absolute victory.

The morale of the crowd surged as they howled and clashed with the Qingyuan Disciples opposite them.

“Qingyuan Disciples, quickly leave the Prison!” the urgent voice of Feng Yi Ju echoed in the Palace of Longevity.

It was clear that the Formation repair was at a critical juncture, and he wanted to go for the rescue but could not extricate himself.

“Disciples of Tinghai Lake, heed my command, capture all enemies encountered, do not kill!” Feng Yi Ju’s urgent voice came once again.

Womanly mercy!

To not kill at a time like this?

The Qingyuan Disciples showed astonished expressions.

But at that moment, beneath the Prison a more majestic aura burst forth, endless grey fog rising to the heavens like volcanic ash, carrying a decaying smell.

Within the fog, clusters of black clouds floated.

Driven by the eruption of the ash-like fog, they surged toward Tinghai Lake like rolling thunderclouds.

“It’s Prison Ghosts!” A knowledgeable Taoist above Longevity Island changed his expression instantly.

“Assist Qingyuan Gate, capture those from No-Phase Sword Sect and the East Cloud Sects,” he shouted urgently.

“These are Prison Ghosts!

Only a cultivator’s purest True Yuan can resist them.

But even after resistance, one’s Tao Cultivation will be ruined!”

The complexion of people changed.

“My king, let’s go!

This is a Prison Ghost from the Sealed Emperor Great World!” Long Min said seriously, swinging his staff in front of Su He.

Chou Nu’er, not understanding, followed closely behind his grandmother and shielded Su He behind them.

Just at that moment, the Mountain Protection Array was reactivated, and in an instant from within the Palace of Longevity, Feng Yi Ju transformed into a ray of light shooting toward the Prison, with a True Yuan halo supporting him, he charged into the center of the grey fog.

Soon, he lifted a broken Golden Pagoda from underground and quickly flew high, escaping from the Prison.

He tossed the broken Golden Pagoda towards the sky, and a beam of light from the Qingyuan Mountain Protection Array struck down, silently shattering the pagoda into pieces that dispersed throughout Qingyuan.

With the Sect’s Formation covering the entire Qingyuan Gate, essentially every Qingyuan Disciple had a piece in hand.

Su He condensed a giant water hand and scooped down four pieces from the sky.

But in his hand, they were not fragments, but four little pagodas.

“Capture the enemies and draw them into the pagoda, using their True Yuan to protect oneself!” Feng Yi Ju’s voice came.

The largest piece in his hand had already congealed into a complete Golden Pagoda, two zhang (Chinese unit of length, approximately 3.3 meters) high.

Feng Yi Ju leapt into the Golden Pagoda, controlling it as it pressed down towards the Prison.

“Seize the Golden Pagodas, retreat quickly!” Chi Yang roared.

He grabbed a handful of pagodas and turned to leave, not lingering to fight.

“How dare you!”

“Stop!”

Elder Ge and Qiao Changlun shouted simultaneously, wielding their swords and attacking Chi Yang.

Su He opened his mouth and two streams of water shot out, carrying two Little Golden Pagodas towards Elder Ge and Qiao Changlun.

A voice from the side called out, “Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend, if you have a Golden Pagoda, I hope you can spare one for me!”

Su He turned his head and saw a figure shooting towards him.

It was one of the cultivators trapped on Longevity Island from the East Cloud Sects.

His speed was as fast as lightning; he must be at least a cultivator in the Spirit Awakening Realm.

Su He’s eyes narrowed, and his External Appearance suddenly manifested.

He charged at the afterimage.

At that moment, a ray of light burst beside him, Long Min withdrew his staff, and the person let out a scream as they were sent flying backwards even faster, directly into an approaching Prison Ghost.

The black cloud instantly wrapped around him, writhing like veins, and before he had a chance to struggle, he shriveled up instantly.

“Those who approach my king, die!” Long Min waved his staff horizontally in front of him, swirling it in mid-air, and three streams of water pulled three cultivators who had rashly attempted to snatch the Golden Pagodas towards him, completely ignoring their pleas for mercy.

With a wave of the pagoda, they were absorbed into it.

Everyone was shocked to realize that the old woman beside Dragon Turtle was actually a being from the Demonic Realm.

Those who wanted Su He’s Golden Pagoda lunged at the others beside them in an instant.

At this moment, no one cared about their status anymore, with Prison Ghosts above, surviving was the only truth.

Even the Golden Pagodas belonging to the sect’s young masters were now up for grabs by their servants.

They even went as far as to lock the young masters into the pagodas, drawing their True Yuan to protect themselves.

Above Longevity Island was already in complete chaos.

There were killers, those snatching Golden Pagodas, and those who got a Golden Pagoda and turned to attack the No-Phase Sword Sect.

Everything was a scattered, noisy mess.

Ironically, the Golden Pagodas sent by Feng Yi Ju seemed to recognize their owners.

The cultivators invited by Elder Ge as friends all received falling Golden Pagodas.

Only the members from the East Cloud Sects who came on their own initiative got none.

The grey fog, carrying Prison Ghosts and rolling like cylindrical clouds, hovered above Tinghai Lake.

Sensing the cultivators below, the Prison Ghosts rushed down like tadpoles, trailing their tails behind them.

“Elders and disciples, quickly separate!” someone shouted loudly, “Prison Ghosts can sense Tao Cultivation and will possess you automatically.

The higher your cultivation, the stronger the attraction of the Prison Ghosts!”

Being near one’s master or grandmaster offered no blessing at this point, only the risk of being dragged down by them.

The crowd hesitated.

If disciples separated from their teachers, they could easily be captured and put into Golden Pagodas.

“Everyone scatter quickly, do not congregate!

The more you gather, the more you attract Prison Ghosts!” the person shouted again, grabbing a disciple by their side.

With a swing, he threw the disciple far away from the crowd, landing on a small boat on Tinghai Lake, sliding across it for four or five miles before stopping.

“My king, he’s right,” Long Min said to Su He, saluting him, “If this humble servant stays by your side, it will surely attract a powerful Prison Ghost.

You should dive under the water and do not come out.”

She placed the Golden Pagoda, containing three cultivators she had imprisoned, at Su He’s feet, then took an empty Golden Pagoda from him and immediately left.

Even the guardians of Dragon Turtle left.

Above Longevity Island, the elders briskly carried their juniors away flying, distancing themselves from the crowd before tossing the juniors out.

However, they alone turned to attack the No-Phase Sword Sect and the accompanying East Cloud Sect.

Now the sects retrieved their ancestors and fought as they retreated, all the while snatching Golden Pagodas.

Su He turned and swiftly left Longevity Island, plunging headlong into Tinghai Lake.

Hide!

Leave!

Add no chaos!

Just then, from beneath Tinghai Lake, a sword light shot toward Su He, “Fiend!

Give back my Turtle Mother!”

It was Shang Yanzi from Changsong Gate.

Su He remembered his voice.

His Turtle Mother—Su He’s mind immediately flashed to the Turtle Shell in the External Space.

That Turtle Demon was indeed from Changsong Gate.

She plotted against me, yet I haven’t even killed her.

I only took the Turtle Shell, and he dares to seek revenge!

Sensing the piercing Sword Qi from behind, the External Appearance Turtle Mountain of Su He suddenly appeared.

An Immortal Sword plunged into the mountain’s shadow three inches deep and could go no further, stuck fast.

In just a flash, a Sword Qi swept over the External Appearance Turtle Mountain.

Shang Yanzi couldn’t withdraw the Immortal Sword, only managing to cross his arms in front of his chest in defense.

With a clanging sword ring, both arms were chopped off at the elbows, and his robe was slit open.

A sword mark crossed his chest, penetrating two inches deep.

Before he could even cry out in pain, the tail of the Dragon Turtle lashed out like a giant paddle.

Smack!

Shang Yanzi felt the world spinning around him.

His mind was filled with extreme shock.

The Dragon Turtle was indeed mystical and extraordinary, but he was certain that this Turtle was only in the True Blood Realm.

He was two small Boundary Statuses higher, already at Great Accomplishment in the Offering Bone Realm.

How could he have been defeated so quickly in a fight, and moreover, from a sneak attack?

Before his doubts could further form, a Golden Pagoda engulfed him, swallowing him into its interior.