Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 92 - 92 091 Guardian Mountain Divine God Beast_1

92: Chapter 091 Guardian Mountain Divine God Beast_1 92: Chapter 091 Guardian Mountain Divine God Beast_1 From this, it can be concluded that Feng Yi Ju gains two benefits, which are weakening the East Cloud Sects and breeding Prison Ghosts!

Prison Ghosts feed on living creatures, and Warm jade was very likely formed this way.

And the chaotic East Cloud is definitely not short of captured Cultivators.

If Qingyuan Gate is also eyeing these captives, then his deduction wouldn’t be wrong.

Prison Ghosts are Feng Yi Ju’s livestock.

So intercepting a batch from Feng Yi Ju shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Su He split the water and swam towards Beast Valley, where more disciples were present to attract Prison Ghosts.

While still en route, a long howl was heard, and two beams of Sword Light headed towards the Palace of Longevity.

Elder Ge kicked open the doors of the Palace of Longevity, and Qiao Changlun stepped in.

Inside, only Feng Yi Ju and Scholar were present, their eight eyes met.

“Elder Uncle Ge, Elder Uncle Qiao, is there an accident?” Feng Yi Ju greeted with a clasped hand, sensing something amiss in their aura.

Had a place been breached by Prison Ghosts?

The Scholar took a step forward, bowed respectfully, and said, “Master, Elder Uncle.”

“Out!” Qiao Changlun glanced at him.

The Scholar opened his mouth but didn’t dare speak.

He respectfully bowed to the three inside the Palace, turned, and left, closing the doors behind him.

The Palace of Longevity possessed its unique mystique, making it difficult for outsiders to probe anything once the doors were closed.

The Scholar smiled after closing the doors, thinking that Master and Elder Uncle Ge must have realized a lot and had no choice but to seek the Sect Leader.

Now there was no need to keep getting beaten up every day while hiding stuff from Master.

Well, the Sect Leader might get beaten up again.

How wonderful.

Inside the Palace of Longevity, Feng Yi Ju still appeared scholarly and refined, “Elder Uncles, why this murderous air, what is the matter?

Don’t tell me you’re here to beat your nephew again?”

He stopped, covered his face with his sleeve, and said, “Elder Uncle, please don’t hit the face this time!”

Elder Ge’s beard twitched.

Qiao Changlun looked at Feng Yi Ju, “Sect Leader indeed has great plans, but we are just over a thousand years old, quite young.

Surely it isn’t to the point we’re incapable of action?

If the sect has a plan, why keep it from us?

Do you perhaps think we’re untrustworthy?”

Feng Yi Ju stayed silent for a moment, “Elder Uncle, why would you say that?”

“Chi Yang!” Elder Ge spat out a name.

Feng Yi Ju was startled, his face showing confusion, “Brother Chi, what about him?”

Qiao Changlun shook his head with a light laugh, “Sect Leader, are you afraid we’ll trick you?”

Elder Ge looked directly into Feng Yi Ju’s eyes and leisurely said, “Prison Ghosts, Warm jade, and if that’s not enough, Peng Nanny of the Heavenly Extinguishing Sect was personally slain by me.

I’m not so senile to not know whether an enemy is dead or alive—but it seems I was unable to discern the life and death of our own, Ge Hong is still alive, isn’t he?”

His voice grew slightly plaintive towards the end.

It turned out his own uncle wasn’t as close as his sworn brothers.

Ge Hong’s father was Elder Ge’s own brother and Feng Yi Ju’s master; the two of them had grown up together from a young age.

Feng Yi Ju fell silent again.

“Why hide it from us?” asked Qiao Changlun.

Feng Yi Ju smiled and shook his head, “Without hiding, would the Elders allow me to risk the entire Qingyuan Gate?

Without hiding—” He looked at Elder Ge.

“Elder Uncle likes his drink, and after drinking, he can discuss Tao with a turtle for three days, who knows if he might leak any information?”

Elder Ge opened his mouth wide, looking as if he was caught on a sore point, wanting to retort but not knowing how.

He could only snort and mumble some unclear words about “Divine God Beast,” “Dragon Turtle,” and the like.

He then turned to Qiao Changlun, “Without hiding, could the Elder Uncles play out an act for sixty years?”

Qiao Changlun was silent.

After a moment, he finally asked, “Why must you do this?

Qingyuan Gate has the Three Thousand Qingyuan Mountains and the vast Qingyuan Territory, isn’t living well enough?”

Feng Yi Ju’s face showed a struggle, and after a long time, he said, “Do the Elder Uncles know where the Prison Ghosts beneath the Prison come from?”

Elder Ge frowned, “Aren’t they ancient beings discovered by us three hundred years ago?”

Feng Yi Ju shook his head, “The Prison Ghost Space is a special space.

Three hundred and fifty years ago, I accidentally entered it, but at that time, the Prison Ghost Space was beneath the Fulong Prison of Taibai Temple!”

Elder Ge and Qiao Changlun suddenly raised their heads, eyes flashing fiercely, staring intently at Feng Yi Ju.

Feng Yi Ju chuckled, touching the crown of the bronze fairy crane beside the Sect Leader’s throne.

“In East Cloud Mountain, whoever holds the reins of power will witness the emergence of the Prison Ghost Space.

Do the two Elders understand what this implies?”

The two panted heavily, acknowledging that Warm Jade comes from Prison Ghosts, and that only the Ten Major Fairy Sects possess Warm Jade…

Xuan Tian Gate!

“Life and death are within our grasp, do the Elders from Qingyuan not dare to resist?”

Elder Ge opened his mouth, “We didn’t need to be kept in the dark about this!”

“Haven’t all the Elders held the position of Sect Leader while also keeping me in the dark?”

Qiao Changlun waved his hand, “What do you plan to do next?

Releasing the Prison Ghosts has already caused Qingyuan to lose more than seven hundred disciples in just one day!”

These weren’t feigned deaths like Ge Hong’s; they were real and happened right under his watch, with the Prison Ghosts devouring their souls.

Feng Yi Ju looked towards the gate of the Palace of Longevity, “Of those seven hundred, more than one hundred and thirty were true Qingyuan Disciples, the rest were spies from various sects.”

Even with the Mountain Protection Array in full force, and striving to arm every Qingyuan Disciple with a Golden Pagoda, casualties were inevitable amid the chaos.

“More people from Qingyuan Gate are bound to die next,” Feng Yi Ju said softly, yet with an unmistakable killing intent.

Qiao Changlun squinted thoughtfully.

Feng Yi Ju turned to Elder Ge, “Elder Uncle, how did you come to know that Prison Ghosts can produce Warm Jade?”

Atop Elephant Water, Su He suddenly leaped out of the water, looking at the shore where Qingyuan Disciples were being chased by Prison Ghosts, and roared furiously, “Roar!

How dare these abhorrent creatures harm my Qingyuan Disciples!”

With a roar, huge waves carried the massive Dragon Turtle towards the shore.

The disciples on the shore struggled to escape; the golden pagoda atop his head flickered, as the True Yuan of the Cultivator trapped inside was nearly depleted.

Hearing the calls, the disciple who turned back saw the sect’s Divine Beast surging with the waves onto the shore.

A look of joy was quickly replaced by shock—the Divine Beast had no Golden Pagoda!

“Go!

Hurry, go.

The person imprisoned in my Golden Pagoda is dead, I can’t protect you, hurry!” he said frantically.

“How can there be a principle where disciples protect Mountain Divine Beasts?”

Su He bellowed fiercely, “Roar!”

The Divine Might surged out, annihilating the pursuing Prison Ghosts in a flash.

The rescued disciple, however, passed out.

His face still wore an expression of urgency.

Su He pondered as he put away the Warm Jade.

If his master had him rescue fellow Qingyuan members, then it meant this ability wasn’t to be feared if others became aware of it—Warm Jade had always come exclusively from the Ten Major Immortal Doors, which were well-informed and experienced.

The Dragon Turtle Divine Might could obliterate Prison Ghosts, which surely was already known!

Or to put it another way, Qingyuan Gate having a contemporary Dragon Turtle—once this news spread, others would know what they needed to know early on.

Then while rescuing others, shouting a couple of times with righteous indignation to gain a good reputation wouldn’t be too much, right?

Reputation is a valuable asset, sometimes more useful than swords, wealth, or money.

I, the Dragon Turtle, cherish Qingyuan Disciples more than myself—the Warm Jade is just an incidental accompaniment.

It’s just that the Divine Might does not discriminate between friend and foe; those being saved might end up stunned as well, which is a bit troublesome.

With Prison Ghosts everywhere, it’s imperative not to let him lie here like a corpse.

A sailor grabbed the unconscious disciple as giant waves carried Su He towards the internal lands of Qingyuan Gate.

Outside the Palace of Longevity, Elder Ge appeared proud.

“Turns out it’s the Dragon Turtle’s Divine Might!” Feng Yi Ju nodded.

He had collected a great deal of information about the Dragon Turtle this past half a year, even obtaining rare texts from the Cultivation World, and his understanding of the Dragon Turtle had far surpassed what it had been six months prior.

He just hadn’t known that the Dragon Turtle Divine Might was also capable of killing Prison Ghosts—this was a pleasant surprise.

He chuckled and shook his head.

The Dragon Turtle had made great progress, learning to court a good reputation for itself.

At this moment, on Flowing Light River connecting East Cloud Mountain with Xuan Tian Gate, Qiu Hu grew increasingly nervous.

He was still far from Xuan Tian Gate, and at the earliest, he wouldn’t arrive until the evening of the next day.

He had already used special means within the sect to communicate, describing the incident at Qingyuan Gate with clarity.

Regrettably, the messaging method was limited in what it could convey; he could only give a general idea—compared to the rampant destruction by the Prison Ghosts, the matter of Qingyuan Gate’s turtle possessing an incredibly high Dragon Turtle Bloodline was something that no matter what, ought to be categorized as “trivial” content, right?

If this caused any delay or bore any consequence, the blame couldn’t fall on him, alas!

Blame the Foreign Affairs Hall for providing such an inferior messaging method!