Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 85 - 85 084 Ya Ya_1

85: Chapter 084 Ya Ya_1 85: Chapter 084 Ya Ya_1 Chou Nu’er retracted the Little Golden Pagoda, swaying lightly, her expression unchanged, as the king was attacked, she didn’t react at all.

Su He remembered that the Turtle Demon must have died.

Turtle shells were used for casting dice, and living creatures can’t cast dice.

It’s only after the Turtle Demon dies that one can cast dice.

It was unclear how this counted as robbery or theft, whether someone hunted the Turtle Demon for its shell, and after killing it, found there was no shell?

Was I accused of stealing someone else’s spoils of war?

Su He didn’t know, but he signaled Chou Nu’er with a look, and they continued swishing their tails downstream towards Tinghai Lake.

These Prison Ghosts had an unknown origin; they sucked the life out of humans they encountered, and beasts too.

It was common to see Prison Ghosts consuming fish and shrimp in the waters below Tinghai Lake.

Above Su He’s head, the Golden Pagoda automatically projected a film of True Yuan, keeping the Prison Ghosts at bay.

This Golden Pagoda was truly magical; it required no operation, and the moment it made contact, it was as if it had recognized its master, with the control methods immediately transferring into one’s mind.

When used, it operated fully automatically; as long as there was a Cultivator within, upon detecting a Prison Ghost, it would automatically draw from the Cultivator’s True Yuan to form a light screen to block the Prison Ghosts.

But it could only block; it couldn’t kill.

It was as if Su He had affixed another shell on top of his External Appearance.

Su He moved swiftly, rushing downstream towards Elephant Water.

Feng Yaya didn’t have a Golden Pagoda, and she had a Camel beside her, barely two Xuan Months old, attracting the Prison Ghosts.

As for Feng Yi Ju—most of the time, Su He would forget that Feng Yi Ju was actually Ya Ya’s father.

He had no idea what that guy was up to.

When the Prison exploded, the twenty or thirty old demons that escaped were attracted by Ya Ya’s aura.

Furthermore, the direction of the explosion was suspiciously aimed at Tinghai Lake…

Su He thought to warn Elder Ge, but feared it might be part of the Sects’ higher-ups’ plan.

Shouting about it in public would likely ruin things.

The Little Golden Pagoda shot towards Elder Ge with a sliver of Su He’s intention.

It was a brilliant application of the spiritual consciousness from the Spirit Communication Scroll.

Su He said nothing, but the intention only contained two names “Feng Yi Ju, Chi Yang.” His Master would understand, at the very least, he would be aware that something was amiss with these two individuals.

He wouldn’t really blindly rush into danger.

Su He couldn’t assure himself that Feng Yi Ju would take care of Ya Ya.

In fact, throughout the whole year Su He had entered Qingyuan Gate, he had never seen Feng Yi Ju express any sort of father-daughter affection towards Ya Ya.

Even when Ya Ya was sleeping in Tinghai Lake, he didn’t bother to visit her.

If Feng Yi Ju was a reliable father, then Su Huanian wouldn’t, in the moment before leaving, send Su He a message asking him to take care of Feng Yaya through Immortal Sword.

The Camel, carrying Feng Yaya, entered Elephant Water, and they likely headed towards his Master’s second body’s place of practice.

The Cultivators of Qingyuan Gate’s Cultivation Beast Volume were all lunatics; with second and third bodies, they’d often strive for the position of a beast king in the form of a beast.

A stretch of river beneath Beast Valley was Elder Ge’s second body’s territory, teeming with numerous Turtle Exotic Beasts.

At this moment, the Exotic Beasts under Tinghai Lake were much fewer in number, having obeyed the king’s command to go above Elephant Water to face the enemy.

Below Elephant Water, abundant life attracted the Prison Ghosts.

Su He, shielding himself with the Golden Pagoda, dove rapidly beneath the water, swimming swiftly in the direction of Beast Valley.

From a distance, he saw a dozen or so Prison Ghosts encircling the Camel and Feng Yaya, yet they dared not come close.

The Camel looked bewildered.

These dozen or so Prison Ghosts were massive, clearly drawn by the Camel, wanting to close in, but seemingly fearful of something, they all stayed about five zhang away from the Camel and Feng Yaya, not daring to come any closer.

Every time the Camel pushed Feng Yaya forward, the Prison Ghosts would instantly retreat.

It was as if they were afraid of Feng Yaya.

Feng Yaya was still in deep sleep, with a miniaturized nose ring on her nose, which formed a small bubble to wrap around her mouth and nose, ensuring she could breathe normally.

“It must have been Camel’s doing.

Their camaraderie was excellent, with Su He away, he roamed about stealing wine and causing trouble—it was only natural for Camel to ask Elder Ge for a small nose ring for her.”

But Feng Yaya had never been seen wearing it normally, because Feng Yaya never went into the water.

Floating in the water and staring into its dark depths, she would feel fear, just as people fear flying.

Upon seeing Su He, Camel immediately put down Feng Yaya and started bellowing noisily.

He had just been deeply drunk when Su He’s shout roused him, and soon after he dived into the water with Feng Yaya, a bunch of dark, cotton-like things started chasing them.

These things gave Camel a terrible feeling, as if touching them would mean death.

Moreover, the Formation his master had laid out here was useless against these things; they did not exist as far as it was concerned.

They could pass directly through the Formation and run in.

If it weren’t for these creatures’ inexplicable fear of the little girl, Sturdy Master would have bolted long ago.

When Su He and Chou Nu’er arrived, they immediately drew the attention of the Prison Ghosts, who swarmed over like tadpoles wagging their tails, their glow on the Little Golden Pagoda burgeoning.

However, Su He did not dare to linger—the Pagoda only held three Transcendence-staged Cultivators, with limited True Yuan.

He immediately lashed his tail to repel the Prison Ghosts and rushed to Feng Yaya’s side.

The Prison Ghosts followed closely but stopped dead five zhang away, unwilling to come any closer.

This little girl was not right!

The Prison Ghosts were afraid of her!

Su He immediately thought of those twenty or thirty people with Feng Yaya’s trace who had escaped from Prison.

Were those people able to survive in Prison because they carried Feng Yaya’s trace?

Feng Yaya wasn’t afraid of the Prison Ghosts—perhaps Feng Yi Ju knew about this!

Even the traces of Feng Yaya on those people might have been created by Feng Yi Ju.

But judging by everyone’s reactions, the Prison Ghosts should fear nothing and are intimidated by neither True Yuan nor anything else, making Feng Yaya likely the most unique among them.

Su He heaved a sigh; he hated being special.

Greed blinds the wise, especially with life at stake.

Just now, someone had dared to try to snatch Su He’s Golden Pagoda.

If Feng Yaya’s uniqueness was discovered, it would certainly invite covetous glances.

Feng Yaya couldn’t leave Elephant Water.

Here, she was protected by her father’s Formation; other Cultivators couldn’t enter, and with Camel watching over her, she was much safer.

So, Su He didn’t return to the surface.

The battle was raging above.

Su He couldn’t help.

The Cultivators from the No-Phase Sword Sect all came flying on swords, at least at the Spirit Awakening Realm.

If Su He went up, he would only draw attacks and disrupt Qingyuan’s rhythm.

He closed his eyes and rested underwater, all the while seizing every opportunity to operate Fu Mountain and absorb the Turtle Shell from the External Space.

External Appearance was Su He’s greatest reliance; it was essential for both defense and retaliating with Sword Qi.

The first step for advancing External Appearance was solidification.

Currently, Su He’s External Appearance was but a phantom—hardly even that.

It only appeared when he was attacked or activated intentionally by Su He, unable to be maintained constantly.

After about four or five hours, as dusk approached, Su He slowly woke up and glanced at the small temple beside him, noting with some relief that Elder Ge’s statue inside was intact.

If anything had happened to his master, the statue would have shattered directly.

Of course, a Cultivator studying the Cultivation Beast Volume is unlikely to have accidents, especially someone like Elder Ge, who already had three lives: even if his human form perished, he could continue living as a Turtle or in Meng Ji’s Body.

Su He left a Golden Pagoda for Camel and Feng Yaya and started swimming toward the surface.

The Golden Pagoda served as a Blinding Method for Feng Yaya.

With a Pagoda above her head, most people seeing Prison Ghosts shying away would only think it’s a unique gift from Feng Yi Ju favoring her daughter, rather than suspect Feng Yaya herself.