Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 97 - 97 096 Turmoil_1

97: Chapter 096 Turmoil_1 97: Chapter 096 Turmoil_1 The crowd looked at him, puzzled.

Uncle Zuo had indeed gone mad.

It couldn’t be feigned; the sudden confusion and bewilderment in his eyes revealed that he genuinely felt someone shaving his head.

Left Su’er jumped up and looked around but found nothing.

Nowadays, there weren’t many in East Cloud who could escape his keen vision.

And yet, the sensation of being shaved followed him even as he leapt around, though when he touched his head, not a single hair was missing.

Could it be that I’ve truly lost my mind?

He landed in the Sect Leader’s throne, perching on the back of the chair.

Surveying the people in the hall, including the Sect Leader’s wife, everyone fell silent as a tomb.

In the past few days’ battle with Changfeng Gate, everyone had gained a profound understanding of Left Su’er’s madness and Tao cultivation.

This crazy bastard is untouchable!

Left Su’er searched for a while but couldn’t find the source of his sensation.

Having a hunch, he temporarily suppressed the fear in his heart and waved dismissively, “Take the Changfeng Gate captives to Qingyuan Gate and sell them for a good price.

When my brothers arrive, we’ll annihilate the Pommel Sect.

I have a grudge with Mu Tu, and Yang Supporting Sect has issues with Changfeng Gate.

Why would Pommel Sect meddle?

Do they want to warm my bed?

I’ll give them a chance.”

The Sect Leader’s wife’s complexion changed: “We cannot afford more enmity with other sects!”

She had a very bad premonition these past days.

Ever since Left Su’er returned, battles involving the Yang Supporting Sect had been unending.

Although they had brought back various treasures—most being refining materials which couldn’t immediately be converted into combat power and therefore were of no benefit to the sect.

Instead, in these days, they had already lost more than two hundred disciples.

Yang Supporting Sect was not a large sect, having only just over a thousand disciples.

This was already a crippling blow.

“Fine!” Left Su’er chuckled, “Then Yang Supporting Sect need not get involved.

I’ll go back to being the bandit king in our mountain stronghold.

When Changfeng Gate and Pommel Sect come again, it has nothing to do with me.

If they kidnap you and abuse you, don’t shout my name.

Uncle knows I dislike women; if you call for me, it’ll give me goosebumps.”

The Sect Leader’s wife’s face turned pale instantly.

Left Su’er spat at the disciples in the hall: “What are you stunned for?

Sell the prisoners, will you?!

Are you waiting for me to lead you there?

You think I’m stupid?

Having just escaped and now going back to Qingyuan Gate to fall into their trap?

I only wasted my treasures, not my mind!”

Everyone bowed their heads immediately, not daring to look at Left Su’er, and hastily left, pressing the captives towards the Qingyuan Gate station that purchased prisoners.

Left Su’er grinned, watching the Sect Leader’s wife: “Uncle, I was lying to them.

My treasures are still intact, and I do like women.

If you don’t believe me, you can try.”

The Sect Leader’s wife’s expression turned to frost, and she turned and left, not wanting to stay another moment in the same room with him.

Qingyuan Gate had set up prisoner-buying stations every five thousand miles.

People were moving about at the edge of one such station, belonging to several nearby sects.

The disciples of Yang Supporting Sect approached cautiously: “Disciples of Changfeng Gate, three Spirit Awakened, twenty-seven above the Intention Orifice, thirty-eight below it.

Will you take them?”

“Shh!” The disciple in charge of registration gestured: “Don’t say which sect they’re from.

Next time, just strip them and cover their faces before bringing them over.”

“Do you want Spirit Stones?

Yuan Crystals?

Or materials?”

“Yuan Crystals!”

A disciple handed over a bag, and the Yang Supporting Sect disciple counted them, then looked up, “You’ve given too much!”

Had they encountered a naïve Immortal?

There were always such businesses—deliberately giving too much, only to shout about missing money later when they were about to quietly leave, and thus reclaim their money with interest.

The disciple shook their head: “Two hundred thirty-seven Xuanjing, the right amount.

Prices have gone up.”

The eyes of the disciple from Yang Supporting Sect lit up, and his breathing grew coarse.

This was more than double the notice Xuan Tian Gate had issued to the sects!

A sword light shot towards the station.

Atop it, a plump cultivator bellowed, “Drop the Xuanjing, no more buying and selling!

This is Qingyuan Gate’s trick!

In just this short week, East Cloud Mountain has been thrown into complete chaos.

Fellow sects must stop trading our own people.

We are all part of the East Cloud alliance.

Just for Qingyuan Gate’s offer, will we continue to fight each other?”

The people below fell silent for a moment; these past few days, similar fellows had been shouting at every stationed point.

But to little effect.

I knew it was a trick by Qingyuan Gate, but what did it have to do with me?

Even if the East Cloud Alliance defeated Qingyuan Gate, wouldn’t another Sect take its place?

It couldn’t possibly be me.

If one day Qingyuan Gate falls, could you share a couple of Spirit Stones with me?

It was better to seize the current opportunity to make a fortune and improve my Tao Cultivation first.

With a higher Boundary Status, maybe I could take even more when fighting Qingyuan Gate next time.

East Cloud Mountain had long since fallen into disarray; with over a hundred Sects in chaos, the notion of “grasping the Spirit Stones at hand” had long been ingrained in people’s minds.

Someone sneered, “Where’s Qingyuan Gate?

Haven’t you seen the Prison Ghost?

Just head towards Qingyuan and you’ll see it, if you’re lucky enough to survive.”

Another laughed, “Qingyuan Gate is too busy to take care of itself, whether it can get past this hurdle is still uncertain, not to mention any East Cloud Alliance.

To continue staying in the Alliance is just waiting to be exploited by you big Sects.”

The fat Cultivator’s face grew gloomy, “Foolish!

Do you realize that this way…”

“Brother!” Before he could finish, an urgent voice interrupted, “Brother!

It’s terrible, Master has been captured and sold to Qingyuan Gate.”

The fat Cultivator was stunned.

“What should we do, brother?” His Disciple’s face was covered in tears.

The fat Cultivator’s face turned pale as he looked towards the Disciples stationed by Qingyuan Gate—these weren’t Qingyuan Gate Disciples; not one of them had come out, all hiding within Qingyuan Gate.

These were the Sects dependent on Qingyuan Gate, specifically to do the hard labor for Qingyuan Gate.

The Disciple seemed to empathize with his sorrow, his face mournful, “You can’t redeem him with Spirit Stones or Yuan Crystals, Qingyuan Gate won’t accept them, but you can exchange him for two Cultivators of the same Boundary Status.”

“Brother…

Brother?”

The fat Cultivator’s already pale complexion turned even whiter, and after a long moment, he clenched his teeth and said, “Contact the seven disciples, have them take the old and young of our Sect, and leave East Cloud Mountain immediately!

Head west, to Yunmeng Ze!”

We can’t stay in East Cloud Mountain anymore!

In the past two days, three or four Sects had already packed up and moved to Yunmeng Ze.

The small Sects had their advantages; they could move immediately if they wished.

“But what about you, brother?”

A few words popped through the fat Cultivator’s clenched teeth, “I’m going to capture someone, to exchange for Master!”

He gritted his teeth, mounted his sword, and flew off; if he didn’t leave now, he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist smashing Qingyuan Gate’s station, which could lead to the calamity of annihilation.

At this moment, Qingyuan Gate was probably eager for someone to cause trouble, providing them a legitimate reason to come out and annihilate a Sect to take its people!

Why wasn’t Xuan Tian Gate intervening?

He refused to believe that Xuan Tian Gate had no way to deal with those Prison Ghosts.

Why then were they giving Qingyuan Gate the opportunity to weaken the East Cloud Sects?

At this moment, at Nameless Mountain of Xuan Tian Gate, the Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall personally slaughtered a hen and was now simmering soup in a clay pot beside the stove.

Qiu Hu, sweating profusely, bowed deeply beside the stove.

He didn’t dare to move an inch.

After adjusting the charcoals in the stove to a gentle flame, the Hall Master wiped his hands and turned to look at Qiu Hu, “Don’t be afraid, I just wanted to see your report on Qingyuan’s situation and ask you, in your opinion, how much of the Divine God Beast Bloodline does the Qingyuan Dragon Turtle possess?”

Qiu Hu bowed even more deeply, “Disciple isn’t knowledgeable in examining the Divine God Beast Bloodline, but judging by the Dragon Turtle’s performance and the reactions from Yunmeng Ze and Qingyuan, I guess there’s at least a fifty to sixty percent chance of it turning into a Pure Blood Dragon Turtle.”