Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 94 - 94 093 Soul Jade Extra for Alliance Hierarch Philanthropist888_1

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A prolonged Dragon Turtle Long Chant sounded, and the eight Prison Ghosts in front of Su He dissipated, leaving eight pieces of Warm Jade on the ground.

Su He collected them – the dice rolled again, and two pieces increased in quality, while the remaining six split into seventeen pieces.

The Prison Ghosts were not bred by Feng Yi Ju.

It was confirmed that someone else was cultivating the Prison Ghosts.

Having cleared the Prison Ghosts along Elephant Water for an entire day, Feng Yi Ju and Elder Ge appeared, indicating that he no longer needed to deal with the ghosts outside; the captives he had purchased were already being delivered.

Su He was currently in the Third Layer of Town Prison, inside the Prison Ghost’s Nest.

This was Feng Yi Ju’s way of supporting his ghost hunting, however, after killing them the dice would roll again, indicating a different master of the Prison Ghosts.

The aura here gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and with a long chant, eight Prison Ghosts around him scattered.

These Prison Ghosts had no classification, only differing in size.

The largest were as big as small courtyards, while ordinary ones were the size of water jars.

The larger they were, the harder they were to kill.

The mass of Prison Ghosts floating above Su He’s head, which had already withstood five Divine God Might Roars, had only shrunk by half.

However, regardless of the size of the Prison Ghosts, their strength was the same.

Launching an attack, they wound around like blood vessels and then completely drained a cultivator.

However, when the weaker Prison Ghosts wrapped around a powerful cultivator, just the friction of True Yuan would erase them.

Generally, the larger the Prison Ghost, the more likely it was to seek out stronger cultivators.

Su He lay in front of a broken wall, taking a brief rest.

At the same time, he took out the two improved pieces of Warm Jade and placed them in his mouth.

The Turtle Longevity Secret circulated, and like a whale drawing in water, the Warm Jade slowly melted, transforming into a warm, moist breath that flowed into Su He’s body.

With eyes closed, he turned his gaze inward; the Warm Jade breath, along with Spiritual Power, journeyed through his meridians.

As it passed by each already open orifice, it seeped in.

The orifices nourished by the Warm Jade seemed as if they were immersed in hot water, completely relaxing and expanding.

True Blood traversed the orifices, saturating his bones.

With a thought from Su He, a line of text rose before his eyes:

Dragon Turtle True Blood: 89.3%

The Bright Mirror Divine Power was indeed mystical, displaying text and styles formed by the habits of its owner.

The enormous Bright Mirror created by Senior Qing Yuan was etched with Dragon and Phoenix Seals.

Su He’s Bright Mirror, however, showed simplified characters, even including a percentage sign.

Its database was also based on Su He’s own knowledge and couldn’t display things beyond the owner’s understanding.

If Su He wanted to test what his Turtle Shell contained, it would show the amount of calcium, lipids, and unknown substances.

It wasn’t that it couldn’t detect them, but rather that Su He wouldn’t recognize them even if it did.

With nearly ninety percent Dragon Turtle True Blood, and with the aid of Warm Jade, he had improved three percent in just one day.

Su He could faintly sense the True Blood flowing through him, causing a roaring and crashing sound in his mind.

This was a sign that the Intention Orifice was about to open.

Most cultivators need sixty to seventy percent True Blood to break open the Intention Orifice, but Su He was close to ninety percent and it had yet to open.

After absorbing two pieces of Warm Jade, both Spiritual Power and True Blood operated simultaneously.

Two orifices, each on a separate meridian, opened at the same time.

Su He’s body emitted two sounds like popping beans.

Landing on his Turtle Shell, it sounded like a great bell, with echoes reverberating as if Su He’s Turtle Shell was hollow.

With the Warm Jade, the speed at which the orifices opened dramatically increased, as though returning to the beginning.

Lie still, Su He used up four pieces of Warm Jade in two hours and opened up twelve orifices.

Less than a hundred orifices remained before all were open.

Originally, it was estimated that this process would take until around his hibernation this winter.

With the assistance of Warm Jade, Su He felt he could shorten this time to within ten days.

“Mmm~”

He let out a long chant to expel the turbid qi from his chest.

“Big Turtle!” A voice like silver bells rang out joyfully.

Feng Yaya, dressed in red, scurried over, calling out from three to four dozen paces away.

She stepped on the ground and rocketed forward, hitting the projection of External Phase Mountain, then sliding towards Su He’s neck.

But instead she smacked into the stele.

With the accrued merits in her body, the projection of External Phase Mountain now included a stele, which blocked the path she used as a slide.

Feng Yaya covered her head, tears welling in her eyes.

She stomped resentfully on the Turtle Shell and jumped down.

Every time he happily sought out the Big Turtle, it would bully him.

Last time he was struck by lightning; this time it used a stele to hit her.

The Prison Ghosts continuously bombarding Su He’s External Phase Mountain projection vanished in an instant as Feng Yaya’s shot arrived.

They formed into a sphere circling about fifteen feet away.

“It’s you annoying guys again!” Feng Yaya was in a bad mood, feeling more oppressed as she looked at the Prison Ghosts.

She leaped up, caught one, and smashed it with her fist.

Bang!

It was like a balloon popping.

The Prison Ghost was directly shattered, and a pale blue jade fell down.

It wasn’t Warm jade.

Su He was puzzled; he had killed Prison Ghosts all day and only Warm jades had dropped.

Yet as soon as Feng Yaya arrived and casually shattered one, a special treasure fell out.

Was her luck really that good?

Feng Yaya was able to attack the Prison Ghosts, something Su He had already guessed.

He watched Feng Yaya rise and fall, her small body ramming through the Prison Ghosts, which could only flee — but actually, it wasn’t fleeing, as Prison Ghosts lacked Spirit Wisdom.

It looked more like magnetic repulsion with Feng Yaya, similar to how a magnet pushes away other magnets, a natural phenomenon.

For Feng Yaya to land a hit wasn’t easy; she needed to burst forth quickly, exceeding the speed at which the Prison Ghosts were repelled, to kill them with a single punch.

Every Prison Ghost Feng Yaya killed dropped a pale blue treasure jade.

This was no longer just a matter of luck.

Su He opened his mouth toward Feng Yaya’s location and let out a Divine God Might Roar.

Feng Yaya covered her ears and turned her head to frown and stomp her foot at Su He.

The Big Turtle had roared again, making her head spin with dizziness.

As the Divine God Might swept over, four Prison Ghosts in front of Feng Yaya turned to dust, and four clumps of amber-colored Warm jades fell.

Indeed, it wasn’t luck; the Prison Ghosts Feng Yaya killed dropped blue treasure jades, while those he killed dropped amber-colored Warm jades.

They were being treated differently.

Su He crawled toward a blue treasure jade.

This thing also had a strong attraction for him, and he wanted to eat it.

“Eh?” Feng Yaya exclaimed in surprise, “Why is the thing dropped by the ugly things you killed different from mine?”

She picked up a Warm jade, looked at it with confusion, then bit off a small piece and chewed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

She happily ate an entire Warm jade in two or three bites.

Su He was flabbergasted.

Could this thing actually be eaten?

He took out a Warm jade and popped it into his mouth, swallowing it whole — the Dragon Turtle was full of sharp teeth and didn’t have molars for chewing; even when eating meat, he would tear and swallow it directly.

He couldn’t taste anything, but his belly felt pleasantly warm and comfortable.

Feng Yaya, satisfied, chewed two more Warm jades, then reluctantly held the last one in her hands, hopped onto the Turtle Shell, and began pecking at it with small bites.

“Big Turtle, what kind of jade is this?”

“Warm jade.”

Feng Yaya stomped her small foot, “The one I got out is Soul Jade, Mom said it’s good for Divine Sense, Intention Orifice, and Spirit Soul, but I haven’t opened my Intention Orifice yet.”

Feng Yaya’s Cultivation Technique was special; she only cultivated her Flesh Body and didn’t practice Magic skills.

Su He took out a pile of Warm jades and poured them over Feng Yaya’s head; her eyes widened with surprise and delight.

Su He, the little sailor, picked up the Soul Jades from the ground.

Doubts arose in his heart.

Why did Feng Yaya’s kills yield Soul Jades, while his kills yielded Warm jades?

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