Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 89 - 89 088 The Old Demon_1

89: Chapter 088 The Old Demon_1 89: Chapter 088 The Old Demon_1 “Hey, hey, hey!

Let’s share memories and have a look at what you’re thinking.

You’ve walked right into an obvious trap.” The Green Bird chirped incessantly above Su Huanian’s head.

“No!” Su Huanian’s voice was icy cold.

She scrutinized the Formation that surrounded her.

She had been trapped here for several hours already.

Two months ago, the sect detected that the Qingcheng Mountain Hechuan Wasteland had opened unexpectedly.

There were Soul Beasts in the Hechuan Wasteland.

Armed with her sword, she had ventured straight into it.

For two months, all had gone well, until this morning when Gu Lin suddenly contacted her.

Ya Ya had been asleep for eight or nine days and had yet to awaken.

She sent her sword back to check on her, coinciding with the Dragon Turtle taking a master, so she gave a Soul Beast as a thank-you gift.

But in the instant that the Immortal Sword was about to return, the wasteland changed abruptly.

The entrance closed up, and instead, she was spat out on this side.

Su Huanian, couldn’t get out.

The Formation that trapped her seemed to be tailor-made for her—there wasn’t a drop of water inside, and it was specifically aimed at sword defense.

It didn’t have serious killing power, but it could keep her trapped in here.

Su Huanian was highly devoted to swordsmanship, and compared to other Cultivators of her Boundary Status, her mastery of Formations wasn’t particularly high; she couldn’t find the Formation’s weak spot.

Relying solely on her sword felt like she was trying to shatter a whole world.

Very difficult!

Right at that moment, an ethereal breath pierced the Formation and descended mysteriously.

“Blessing?

Dragon Turtle?” Su Huanian murmured in confusion.

She let out a light chuckle, never expecting that she would one day receive the protection of that Little Dragon Turtle, especially when last year it was so weak.

She leaped into the air, her Immortal Sword let out a clear cry, echoing like a Nine Heavens Ice Phoenix, clear and cold.

Suddenly, she aimed it at where the breath had penetrated the Formation.

A seemingly ordinary strike of the sword, as if a Fairy were simply practicing her Swordsmanship with a casual flick.

The entire sky cracked like porcelain and then shattered in an instant.

Outside the Formation, there was someone protecting it, his appearance quite exotic with horns on top of his head.

He was surprised.

The energy emanating from the Big Array that made up the surrounding Formation—how could that energy shatter like porcelain?

Even if someone were to Break the formation, should they not be attacking the core of the Formation itself?

He hastily retreated, but a shard drifted by, lightly touching him.

In an instant, the exotic man turned into an Ice Sculpture.

Before being frozen solid, he only saw a peerless Fairy brandishing her sword, emerging from the whirl of fragments.

East Cloud Mountain was in complete turmoil.

Qingyuan Gate’s ancestral masters had been taking on disciples, making it bustling for over a month, and it was common knowledge.

Those within the sects who hoped to forge good relations with Qingyuan Gate had gone to join early.

But today, news spread that the No-Phase Sword Sect, along with many sects from East Cloud, had broken through Qingyuan.

The sects hadn’t recovered from their shock when yet another piece of news came: the sects that attacked Qingyuan Gate had suffered heavy losses, but the Qingyuan Gate Prison was destroyed, and the Prison Ghosts wreaked havoc.

Even the old demons imprisoned there had over thirty escape.

For a time, the sects of East Cloud Mountain were in a state of panic.

The Yang Supporting Sect was silent as the grave.

Two hundred years prior’s Senior Brother, Zuo Su’er had returned.

At this moment, he was dressed in tatters, squatting on the Sect Leader’s chair like a toad, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

He unabashedly scrutinized the Sect Leader’s wife seated across from him.

The Sect Leader wasn’t present, for he was inside the Golden Pagoda of Qingyuan Gate.

“Tsk, tsk.

Little Uncle Master becomes someone’s wife, and with nourishment, you really do take on a different charm.

Little Junior Brother is impressive, not only able to defeat four Senior Brothers but also manage to bed his own Uncle Master…tsk, tsk, tsk…

admirable.” Zuo Su’er was unabashed with his words.

The Sect Leader’s wife’s complexion changed in an instant: “Impudent!”

She thrust out with her sword, but Zuo Su’er neither dodged nor avoided.

He just crunched down on her Immortal Sword, snapping it with a crack, then chewed it like it was crunchy bone, swallowing it down.

The blade cut open his tongue and lips, and blood mixed with saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

He just kept staring at the Sect Leader’s wife, smiling creepily.

The lady’s breathing became rapid, her chest heaving.

Eventually, unable to bear the creepy atmosphere, she demanded, “Why have you returned?

Where is Anze?!”

Anze was his spouse, the current Sect Leader of the Yang Supporting Sect.

Zuo Su’er chuckled, “This is our home, aren’t our men allowed to return?”

The Sect Leader’s wife’s breathing hitched, Men?

Do you even count as a man?

Two hundred years ago, insisting on practicing a cultivation technique meant for women while in a man’s body, you became neither male nor female, and you were expelled from the sect by your senior brother, then you went on to establish a mountain stronghold, even attempting to snatch Xia Dali from Qingyuan Gate to be your so-called husband.

Yet you ended up being brutally beaten, rumored to have been killed on the spot, who would have thought you were still locked up in the Qingyuan Gate Prison.

And today, to exchange our own Sect Leader for such a thing?

She felt an inexplicable suffocation.

As for her spouse, she wasn’t overly worried.

It had already spread throughout East Cloud Mountain that Qingyuan Gate suppressed Prison Ghosts beneath it, and those who were captured, would not need to worry about their lives, as they were all imprisoned within the True yuan gold tower, depleting their Tao cultivation to help suppress the Prison Ghosts.

If Zuo Su’er could survive two hundred years, her spouse wouldn’t possibly run into immediate trouble; as long as one was alive, there was still a chance.

Whether it’s through redemption or rescue, he should be able to come back.

But what should be done with this person?

She looked at Zuo Su’er and slowly backed away.

This renegade was even more difficult to deal with than two hundred years ago.

From one sword test, she had already detected something.

It seemed that while being imprisoned in the golden tower, he knew he couldn’t hold onto his Tao cultivation.

Not wishing to benefit Qingyuan Gate, he had exhausted all his cultivation to temper his flesh body.

At this moment, there wasn’t a drop of True yuan left, but his flesh body was incomparably strong.

“Madam…” a disciple softly called from behind.

The Sect Leader’s wife nodded her head.

While everyone was tense, they also felt a sense of relief.

The wife was the Sect Leader and Zuo Su’er’s martial uncle, having seen him since she was young.

If she confirmed it, then there was no mistake; this truly was Martial Uncle Zuo Su’er.

That’s great!

The Sect Leader was imprisoned, and only one out of the ten true disciples who were taken returned; the sect faced turbulent times as if on the verge of collapse.

Now, a powerful martial uncle had returned, which was truly wonderful.

As for the fact that this martial uncle looked somewhat crazed, and even had his eyes on the wife — these were minor issues.

Zuo Su’er spat out half of a bloody broken sword with a ‘ptui’, twisted his head, and grinned at the disciples at the door, “What are you staring at?

I haven’t eaten anything in two hundred years, if you don’t serve the food soon…” he gestured around at the disciples.

“Not one of you will be left!”

Instantly, the people scattered like birds and beasts, and soon heaps of food were delivered.

Zuo Su’er, cradling a roast chicken, took a blissful inhale, tears streaming down as he sobbed while taking a bite off the chicken’s head, crunching and gobbling it down raw.

It took just a few bites before a whole roast chicken disappeared into his belly, not a scrap of bone falling.

As if he hadn’t eaten in a hundred years…

Alright, this one hadn’t eaten in two hundred years; the disciples immediately understood and became convinced that his earlier threat of eating them was probably not an empty boast.

Zuo Su’er continued to gorge himself for two full hours before he reluctantly stopped.

Licking his lips and sucking on his filthy fingers, a flash of red glinted in his eyes as he looked at a disciple:

“Later, send all the healing pills and herbs in the sect to my room.

The injuries from two hundred years need to be well treated—don’t worry, your martial uncle won’t let you suffer.

In a couple of days, once my injuries are a bit better, I’ll take you treasure hunting!”

“Heh heh heh, the Qingyuan Gate Prison, such a vast place, has suppressed countless heroic predecessors; the treasure maps they left behind are endless.

Your senior brother will take you treasure hunting.”

He shook his head and looked at another disciple, fair and delicate, a spark of interest in his eyes, “Later, you accompany your brother back to my room.”

The disciple’s face paled, “Martial Uncle, I, I am a man…” his voice like a bullfrog’s croak.

Zuo Su’er’s eyes brightened, “Isn’t that even better?”

The disciple’s complexion turned ashen in an instant.