Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 93 - 93 092 East Cloud_1

93: Chapter 092 East Cloud_1 93: Chapter 092 East Cloud_1 Yang Supporting Sect disciples were on edge.

Last night, a senior brother escorted Uncle Zuo back to his room, and in the middle of the night, there was a scream, yet he still hadn’t come out.

It wasn’t until the sun began to set in the west that the door creaked open and Uncle Zuo walked out, picking his teeth.

Behind him was the senior brother from last night, now with bright red handprints on his face, a vacant look in his eyes, and a will to die forming.

“Ma…

Martial Uncle…”

“Yo!

This little brother here, waiting so early for me to get up, your martial sister will treat you to a meal tomorrow!”

The disciple recoiled in horror, “Ma…

Martial Uncle, it was you who asked for all the healing medicine to be brought here.”

Uncle really had gone mad, babbling about senior uncles and brothers yesterday, and now even a senior sister appeared.

Clutching a storage bag, he trembled uncontrollably.

“Don’t be scared!” Left Su’er took the storage bag and lightly traced her finger across the back of his hand.

The disciple shuddered violently.

Left Su’er covered her mouth with a giggle, weighing the storage bag in her hand.

As she walked towards the door, she turned back halfway.

“Follow me!

I promised you all yesterday, today I’ll take you treasure hunting!

Qingyuan Gate Prison’s treasure map wasn’t only seen by me; you can’t blame me if it’s dug up by others before we get there!”

The disciple shuddered again.

The others glanced at him sympathetically, then quickly lowered their heads.

A fellow Daoist’s death is not your own; we wish you great fortune, junior brother.

Left Su’er looked around, “Let’s go, let’s go!

Everyone follow, and anyone who doesn’t is disrespecting me~” His voice was sharp and made one’s skin crawl.

As everyone was at a loss, they saw Left Su’er laughing as she walked out of the courtyard and directly into the sect’s warehouse.

She carried out a flying boat.

“Get on board!”

No one dared to move.

Left Su’er giggled, “Don’t want to get on the boat, what do you want to get on then?”

The disciple who escorted her back to her room the previous day shuddered suddenly, his eyes finally showed life, but it was sheer terror.

With speed far beyond usual, he darted onto the flying boat, but only dared to hide away at the back, as far away from Left Su’er as possible.

Realizing the situation, the others no longer hesitated, all stepping onto the flying boat with expressions of heroic sacrifice on their faces.

The flying boat took off and left the sect in an instant.

An hour later, it landed on a hill, unremarkable and flat.

But Left Su’er looked around, then punched toward the foot of the hill.

The fist technique was graceful, like dancing.

With a crack, the sound of jade shattering, an entrance to a cave dwelling was revealed.

Not a real one, but a temporary refuge.

There was a formation covering the entrance, but it was shaky, clearly having been in place for too long.

Left Su’er crouched like a toad next to it, watching the people on the flying boat.

“What are you looking at?

Break the formation!

You waiting for me?

I have no mana left.”

The crowd shuddered.

Finally, someone swallowed hard, got off the flying boat, and started to break the formation.

It wasn’t that he feared Left Su’er; it’s just that normal treasure hunting required guarding against teammates, and Uncle Zuo had gone mad.

If he mistook the action as stealing treasures and punched him to death, what then?

Real treasures would be worth it, but it was too tragic to die for junk that Uncle Zuo mistook for treasures.

The formation was of quite a high level, but time had rendered many mechanisms ineffective.

In just half an hour, it was fully breached and the gates to the cave dwelling were pushed open, stunning everyone with the sight before them.

It was just a temporary dwelling with a single room.

Skeletons hung on the walls and the ground.

Spirit stones, decayed herbs, and various artifact refining materials were scattered everywhere.

There were also two pieces of amber-like jade.

“Yo!

Warm jade!” Left Su’er exclaimed with a delight, and everyone else took a sharp breath.

Haven’t they eaten pork or seen pigs run?

They might have never seen warm jade, but they had surely heard of it, a real treasure to them!

“Why the sharp inhale!

You lowered the temperature!” Left Su’er tittered, “Shock is useless; leave the warm jade for the sect’s founder, everything else is yours!”

The crowd, with no extravagant hopes, respectfully presented the warm jade to Left Su’er.

Only when they were certain the mad Uncle Zuo had no interest in the other items did they swarm over and carry everything away.

Three thousand two hundred spirit stones, eight hundred and sixty yuan crystals, along with various refining materials—the herbs have rotted and cannot be counted.

Even if they handed over half of this to the sects and then shared the rest, it would be enough for them to strive for ten years.

There were not many spirit stones or yuan crystals, but there were really too many refining materials.

This must have been the temporary cave dwelling of an artifact refiner.

I wonder if Uncle Zuo knows where his real cave dwelling is?

Watching the satisfied disciples of the Yang Supporting Sect, Left Su’er sneered, “Is this enough for you?” He tapped his own head, “There are at least a hundred treasures stored here, wouldn’t that make you ecstatic to death?”

Everyone looked at Left Su’er, gradually growing less afraid and even a bit eager.

“Take the items and leave.

We’re heading to the next spot!” Left Su’er gave the feeble order, and everyone immediately followed it, showing far more initiative than when they had needed threats to board the flying boat previously.

The flying boat glided across the sky, nightfall had set in, and stars twinkled above.

Luck didn’t seem to be on their side.

They dug up two more treasures consecutively, one was empty, already excavated by someone else, and although the other contained items, it had intact traps, one disciple couldn’t evade in time and was blown up.

Blown to pieces.

But these were trivial matters, the hoard was even larger than the first one.

Now, Uncle Zuo was leading them to excavate the fourth treasure, which was a tomb.

The underground palace was vast, and Uncle Zuo himself led the team down.

Only two were left outside to keep watch.

One was the direct disciple of the lady, the other was the disciple who had spent the previous night in Uncle Zuo’s room—with treasures at stake, that disciple would not dare to even approach Uncle Zuo, just wanted to hide as far away as possible and volunteered to keep watch.

The crowd exchanged knowing smiles, unconcerned, and followed Left Su’er into the tomb.

After a full hour, everyone returned loaded with treasures, and as they went through the tomb passage back to the surface, they heard a scream above.

Followed by unrestrained laughter, “Haha, are these the kids from the Yang Supporting Sect?

The heck, has that dead demon Left Su’er also brought people to rob treasures?

Wanting to steal my stuff?

Wasn’t getting beaten up in Qingyuan Gate Prison enough for you?”

Left Su’er was taken aback, his face joy turning to chill, “Mu Tu!”

He threw a punch upwards, smashing through the tomb passage and bursting out.

The crowd surged after him, only to see the sect leader’s direct disciple turned into a mutilated corpse, with another disciple cowering nearby.

Uncle Zuo was fighting with a burly man who resembled a bear, punches landing with a solid thud.

It was Mu Tu from Changfeng Gate, one of the devils like Uncle Zuo who had escaped from Qingyuan Gate Prison.

“What are you staring at?

Don’t you see Changfeng Gate’s haul?

Slay them and snatch the treasure, then we head back immediately!” came Left Su’er’s shrill voice.

Both sides eyed the flying boats of their adversaries.

Packed to the brim.

Who knows how much more was hidden within their storage bags.

Swallowing hard, both parties yelled and charged toward one another.

Mu Tu’s voice echoed from deep within the forest, “Haha!

Changfeng Gate won’t kill today, Qingyuan Gate offers a high price for prisoners.

Shatter the limbs of those Yang Supporting Sect brats and sell them for a tidy sum—it’s another profit.”

Chaos was about to erupt.

That night was not just concerning Changfeng Gate and Yang Supporting Sect.

All the old devils brought their sect’s youngsters out treasure hunting to varying degrees, encountering each other more or less; some even dug into the territories of other sects, or, while escaping with a trove of treasures, accidentally entered the dwelling of another sect.

Conflict spread everywhere.

But East Cloud Mountain was simply too vast, and the sects were separated by thousands of miles; even the sounds couldn’t carry over.