Don't Mess with that Turtle-Chapter 35 - 034 A Mistake Revised_1
35: Chapter 034 A Mistake (Revised)_1
35: Chapter 034 A Mistake (Revised)_1
His inner vision meticulously scanned the Heart Orifice Divine God Turtle inch by inch.
Dragon head, turtle body, dragon tail—it was truly like the Dragon Turtle of myths, and if it carried a stele on its back, it would be even more so.
Yet Su He could discern nothing, no legacy, no cultivation technique—the Dragon Turtle was like a sculpture carved from ink jade, silent and motionless.
Su He was brimming with patience, watching quietly.
On the riverbank, Xia Dali watched as Su He retreated into the turtle shell and drifted downstream, pondered for a moment, and then snapped off a twig.
With a gentle tap, the twig transformed into a wooden kite, flying off into the distance.
One way or another, today Qingyuan Gate had been improper—even Mrs.
Su, along with everyone else, including the Sect Leader, owed this Divine God Turtle an explanation.
Especially the elders in the Palace of Longevity, whose eagerness to place restrictions on the Divine God Turtle was too hasty.
Perhaps the Divine God Turtle’s spirit wisdom was still lacking to see this.
But such a deficiency could not possibly be everlasting, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, there would eventually come a time when its spirit wisdom fully awakened.
When it recalled all that happened today, it might hold a grudge against Qingyuan Gate.
To err is human, to rectify divine—the necessary compensation must be provided.
As the oldest cultivator in Beast Valley working on the Transforming Beast Guide, and whose second body was a turtle, Uncle Ge held deep affection for turtle-kind.
Last summer, he met a very spirited turtle at Tinghai Lake and was inspired to take it as a disciple.
It took a year to create a Turtle Martial Arts Technique, which could now be offered as restitution for the Divine God Turtle.
Law Enforcement Hall, Prison.
In an ordinary cell, Lu Ming, his clothes stained with blood, watched calmly as Qiao Ling was escorted in and locked up in the prison, his expression neither angry nor resentful.
On his collar was a small bug that softly relayed to him the events unfolding outside—only after arriving at the prison had he realized how shockingly lax the prison guards were.
Even as a mere true disciple, he could communicate with the outside world from within the prison, with no seals or restrictions in place.
Was this the standard of a proper cultivation sect?
If a sect was this negligent, no wonder demons were rife.
Therefore, the sect was unreliable.
It was better to take advantage of the situation and secure benefits for oneself.
Qiao Ling, confined to a cell in the desert, tapped the wall and, looking through the barred window, smiled at Lu Ming, “I lost!”
Lu Ming shook his head, “You were too foolish!
That’s not how you kill a turtle.”
“Hmm?” Qiao Ling tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.
“To deal with that turtle, we cannot act directly.
It’s a Divine Beast—if it were to die tragically in the sect, how could they let it go?
Even if you were successful today, the sect’s investigation wouldn’t spare you.”
“The only way to kill it is to leverage the sect’s power, let the sect rules, let the Sect Leader handle it.
That way, no one will suspect.
Besides, it’s a Divine Beast!
Why would you want to kill it?
Wouldn’t it be better to make it your Life Bound Beast?
During these days locked up in the Prison, Lu Ming’s focus on Su He had not diminished in the slightest, as he kept receiving messages from fellow disciples outside via small bugs.
He had underestimated that turtle previously!
In just a month, it had grown from the size of an Eight Immortals Table to larger than a grindstone, even sprouting dragon scales—this was not something that could be achieved merely by consuming half a White Tiger.
That turtle’s bloodline was probably purer than anyone had imagined.
A Divine Beast with a bloodline of such a high degree is impossible to take as a Life Bound Beast—at least not by conventional means.
A Divine Beast must not be humiliated.
Life Bound Beast is just a nice-sounding title.
In truth, it’s still a beast slave, a beast pet.
In name, a Life Bound Beast shares life and death with its master, seemingly equal, but if the master dies, the Life Bound Beast must die, whereas if the Life Bound Beast perishes, the master might still have another chance.
Even harm can be avoided.
If lives aren’t equal, where is the fairness in that?
A Divine Beast must not be humiliated, and cannot be taken as a Life Bound Beast unless it is flawed—at the Yuan Spirit!
Cultivators possess a Primordial Spirit, and Divine Beasts have Yuan Spirits; similar in concept.
However, a Divine Beast’s is somewhat unique—unable to leave the body but also not vulnerable to the whistling Gang Wind.
An intact Yuan Spirit resists all subjugation.
Moreover, the Divine God Turtle belongs to Su Huanian; no one can easily control it.
Only if the Divine God Turtle were to first make a mistake would the Sect Leader have the chance to gather the entire sect’s power and place a restriction upon its Yuan Spirit.
A Divine Beast must not be humiliated; the Divine God Turtle would resist.
At that moment, with just a little guidance and help, the Divine God Turtle might be induced to disperse that small contaminated part of its Yuan Spirit.
And Lu Ming could seize the opportunity to step in.
Of course, the best approach would be for the Yuan Spirit-damaged Divine God Turtle to devour its original Life Bound Beast, the White Tiger, and to thoroughly integrate the tiger’s essence into the Divine God Turtle.
Lu Ming could then use the Formation to transform the Divine God Turtle into his Life Bound Beast.
Such methods were not available in Beast Valley, but they were contained within the inheritance he had received!
The little insect on his shoulder, full of doubt, interjected, “Senior Brother, how would the sect rules deal with a Divine God Turtle?”
Lu Ming was not the direct successor of The Head of Beast Valley, yet he became the number one true inheritor of Beast Valley.
How could he not have some tricks up his sleeve, some die-hard loyalists?
This little insect was connected to his loyal disciples outside through special techniques.
Lu Ming said with a smile, “It is only natural for Divine Beasts to have privileges.
Minor mistakes will certainly not be punished.
However, if the infraction is significant enough, and the offended party is powerful enough, the Sect Leader will definitely not miss the chance to impose restrictions on the Divine Beast.”
Were it not for Su Huanian’s presence, the Sect Leader would have certainly taken the opportunity to place restrictions on it today, even if fully aware that the turtle was falsely accused.
At most, after imposing the restrictions, they would clear its name, personally apologize, and promise never to use the restrictions to limit its freedom.
But the restrictions would definitely never be lifted again.
“Who?” asked the little insect, curious.
“Elder Ge!”
Qiao Ling thought for a moment, “The ancestor from your Beast Valley whose second form is a turtle?”
“Correct!” Lu Ming’s face brightened with a hint of a smile, “Elder Ge is as fond of liquor as life itself and is extremely petty and protective.
I heard that last year he spent a whole year developing a Turtle Martial Arts Technique.
What do you think would happen if this turtle trespassed into Elder Ge’s Daoist place of practice and stole the secret book?”
Upon hearing about the theft of a secret book, the little insect involuntarily shuddered, “Would, would it be beaten to death?”
In cultivation sects, wealth, companions, and legal grounds are of utmost importance, the latter being the foundation of a sect’s inheritance.
Stealing secret books is a capital crime in any sect!
Lu Ming shook his head, “It won’t die because it is a Divine Beast!
But the Sect Leader will undoubtedly not let go of this opportunity.”
…
Outside the Qingyuan Territory, within a unique space in the West East Cloud Mountain Range by Anyang City, a slovenly Taoist was holding a gourd of wine and nibbling on a chicken rump when he suddenly waved his hand through the air and grabbed a small wooden kite.
The wooden kite emitted a low chirping sound.
This was a special communication method used by the lineage of Qingyuan Gate Beast Valley; even if the wooden kite was intercepted, no one could decipher the chirps.
Next to the slovenly Taoist, a young Taoist boy blinked with curiosity, “Ancestor Master, is that the Head’s message?
What did he say?
When will he call us back?”
The Ancestor Master showed a strange expression upon receiving the wooden kite.
Had something happened?
Unfortunately, he couldn’t understand the bird’s chirps.
The slovenly Taoist’s face was filled with a strange expression.
Had the Qingyuan Gate poked a hornet’s nest of turtles?
Last year, he had just discovered a highly spirited little turtle, and this year, a Divine God Turtle with the bloodline of a Divine God Turtle emerges?
And an extremely clever one at that?
If not for the major difference in size, he would have thought it was the same little turtle that had sought him out.
The slovenly Taoist took a swig of his wine and chuckled with a he-he, “Your Head Uncle wants me to spread the Turtle Longevity Secret.”
The young Taoist’s naive face immediately burst with excitement.
The Head wanted the Ancestor Master to teach Daoist practices?
Had the Head lost his mind?
When had the Ancestor Master ever been so generous?
Leaving behind a stone turtle with thirty percent of the Turtle Breath Longevity Secret for that no-show little turtle, the Ancestor Master was already regretful for several days.
What kind of wishful thinking was the Head Uncle indulging in?
“Ancestor Master, will you send a reply to decline?” After all, as the Head, it wouldn’t be very nice to ignore him outright, right?
The slovenly Taoist waved his hand, “Can’t refuse. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Xia the fatty will pester to death.” He knew that fatty all too well; once he decided on something, he would see it through, shamelessly and without fear.
“Give it to him!
But Dao cannot be passed on lightly.
The Turtle Breath Longevity Secret is in our small courtyard, let that turtle try to break through the formation.
If it can get through the three barriers, the technique is theirs.
If it can’t, nobody could blame me, right?”
The slovenly Taoist pulled out a command badge from his breast, threw it into the air, and with a flash of golden light, the badge flew away.
Law Enforcement Hall, Prison.
Lu Ming’s expression was grave as he spoke to the little insect, “Remember, Elder Ge’s Daoist place consists of a three-court yard.
One court, one Formation.
The first two are not lethal; Elder Ge uses them to warn disciples who stray in by mistake.
Even if that turtle breaks in, nothing serious will happen, and it won’t be punished.
“The three of you must, by all means, force that turtle into the third court.
That is where Elder Ge’s real Protective Array lies.
Anyone trespassing there is up to no good, and the sect rules are unforgiving!”
The little insect replied somberly, “Senior Brother, rest assured, we shall not fail!”
Lu Ming nodded, “I trust my fellow disciples.
However, the Formations of Elder Ge’s first two courts are not easy to break through.
If you want to drive the turtle into the third Formation, you’ll have to get through the first two.
My Qiankun Bag is where the White Tiger buried its food; go get it, and there might be something useful inside.”
The little insect did not refuse; with a flash of light, it returned to calm and began squeaking energetically.
Connected to the little insect, the disciple departed, leaving the little insect as just a bug once more.
Lu Ming flicked the little insect away with a snap of his fingers.
In the next cell, Qiao Ling was resting with her eyes closed.
Her part was over; now it was Lu Ming’s turn to take the stage.
