Don't Mess with that Turtle-Chapter 46 - 045 What is it_1
46: Chapter 045 What is it_1
46 -045 What is it_1
Ha ha!
Wa ha ha!
In a bizarre forest, Elder Ge madly waved his palms, causing mountains to crumble and rivers to run dry.
The mountains here were white, the trees black, and even the waters resembled burning oil.
This was a deformed world.
An androgynous voice rang out from the other side, “Elder Ge!
Don’t push people too far!
Do you really think I’m afraid of you?!”
Elder Ge burst into hearty laughter, “People are spirited when they encounter joy!
Yao Maniac, coming out to fight, are you?!”
Just now, Xia the fatty sent a message with a wooden kite.
Gifted Thunder Sound!
It seems my eye for talent is indeed sharp.
With the vast expanse of Qingyuan Territory, why else would I have just so happened to choose Tinghai Lake to get drunk?
Why would the turtles and softshell turtles just so happen to be discussing Tao on the small island where that little thing is?
The wonder of it cannot be expressed in words!
Who’s to say that little thing might not awaken the Divine God Beast Bloodline, all thanks to my preaching, no less.
According to the traditions of the cultivation realm, I discovered the turtle first, I led it into the Tao, and Su He even cultivated the technique I provided.
It naturally becomes my disciple.
Only if I explicitly state that I won’t accept it, can others step in.
But only a fool would not accept.
A Divine God Turtle with a Dragon Turtle Bloodline, Gifted Thunder Sound, and a decent nature, not to take as a disciple, do you think I’m like those juniors from Feng Yi Ju, with their brains gone awry?
Thinking of Feng Yi Ju, Elder Ge’s anger grew from his heart.
Juniors!
I’m fighting for our sect in Three Rivers Wasteland, and you’re at home bullying my disciple?
Do you think our lineage has no one else?
Wait until I return, I’ll topple your Palace of Longevity!
The angrier he became, the more forceful his punches, sending out a tiger’s roar that collapsed a mountain ten miles away.
The androgynous voice came through flustered and exasperated, “Ge Jiansan!
Does Qingyuan Gate intend to monopolize the Three Rivers Wasteland?!”
Three Rivers Wasteland has unique spatial properties, and the rare minerals and spirit plants it produces do not exist in the outside world.
Originally, Qingyuan Gate had no part in this place, but as it grew significantly over the past three hundred years, not only has it stuck a foot in, it has even become the biggest beneficiary.
Now to attack without cause, and even aiming to swallow everything alone?
Even if you could swallow it, could you defend it?
The wasteland is called wasteland because of its undevelopable nature; nobody can develop the wasteland.
The geography constantly shifts; the mountain you see today might just disappear after a night’s sleep, as if everyone had been transported to another location.
And who knows when a malevolent creature might emerge, can Qingyuan Gate alone defend it?
Would Qingyuan Gate be willing to throw several of the highest ranking experts of its Seven Veins into the fray?
Elder Ge laughed heartily, “Why be so stingy?
A hit doesn’t kill!”
The little Taoist boy shivered in a corner, “If it’s the Ancestor Master you’re fighting, take your revenge on the Ancestor Master, don’t come after a little Taoist boy like me…” freewёbnoνel.com
A camel at the side nodded in agreement, then out of nowhere, sneakily pulled out Elder Ge’s wine gourd and started chugging it.
Elder Ge, furious, kicked over, making the camel’s humps shake violently.
“What are you dawdling here for?
Go back to the sect!
Now that I am away, some dare to covet my disciple.
Go back and protect them!”
Thinking about it, the time for turtles to hibernate had already come.
That little turtle should be hibernating too, right?
Let this foolish camel go back to act as a protector, to prevent the little turtle from being ambushed in its sleep.
Sturdy Master was bewildered, pointing at his own head in disbelief: Have I, having only arrived for a day, fallen out of favor?
That turtle lives in the water, okay?
You want a camel to go into the water and act as a protector to a turtle, is that supposed to sit right with me?
Sturdy Master disliked the environment of Qingyuan Mountain; there was too much water, too damp.
It preferred the desert.
But ever since following Elder Ge, it hadn’t seen a desert since.
Missing home!
“After you go back, take a stroll in the Water Mansion.
That stupid crocodile next door has gone mad and keeps attacking my Grandson Turtle every day.” The triple courtyard of Beast Valley served only as Elder Ge’s resting place; his true Road Field was beneath Elephant Water.
Elder Ge’s second form was that of a turtle, giving him even more freedom underwater.
Elder Ge took out a token from his bosom and tossed it into the camel’s saddlebag.
This signified that he was truly sending the camel away from the Three Rivers Wasteland.
Yesterday, when the camel left, it hadn’t actually departed from the Three Rivers Wasteland.
Even though it went outside, it was still enveloped by the spatial force of the Three Rivers Wasteland, which is why Su Huanian couldn’t sense that it was the camel.
Three Rivers Wasteland is special, opening only once every three years.
Once out, one cannot return until after three years.
Yesterday, Elder Ge used a special method to tear a piece of the Three Rivers Wasteland’s space and wrapped it around the camel, tossing it back to Qingyuan Gate.
So when the camel vanished suddenly upon leaving, it was because of spatial fusion; the space enveloping it was directly recalled by the Three Rivers Wasteland.
This time, leaving won’t be so mystical.
The camel won’t be able to appear directly at Qingyuan Gate after leaving.
It will have to run all the way back from the exit.
It’s quite a distance.
Sturdy Master felt sad for a moment, then immediately perked up, hopping and jumping without looking back toward the wasteland’s exit.
He had spent enough time in this place, where they didn’t even spare him a drop of liquor.
Once back, he would take Little Turtle to Evergreen Peak to steal some wine!
Evergreen Peak is skilled at growing Spirit Plants, and their brewed wine is exquisite.
He had been craving it for several months.
Let’s go!
He grunted a few times.
Little Taoist Boy, I’m leaving.
Take care of the old man here!
Next time you roast a chicken for him, put three handfuls of salt on it, choke him!
At this moment, Tinghai Lake was bustling with activity.
Eighteen Yellow Scarf Warriors, each two Zhang tall, were lifting mountains, diverting water, filling in ditches, and digging channels…
They were constructing a Road Field at Tinghai Lake.
Qingyuan Gate’s construction of a Road Field wasn’t about helping Su He build palaces or pavilions but about transforming Tinghai Lake into a geographical environment highly suitable for his cultivation.
Or, in other words, setting up Feng Shui Formations at Tinghai Lake.
The Array Map was personally drawn by Su Huanian and Xia Dali, and it consumed materials three times more than what Feng Yi Ju had decided upon yesterday.
Outside the Palace of Longevity, Feng Yi Ju stood at Watch Sky Terrace with his hands clasped behind him.
This was the highest peak of Qingyuan Mountain, with thousand-zhang peaks beneath.
From here, one could see all over Qingyuan Gate.
Feng Yi Ju sighed deeply.
He now slightly regretted his words about “Suppression” from that day.
If a Divine God Beast Bloodline had a chance to Suppress the Luck of Qingyuan Gate for thousands of years, coupled with the Gifted Thunder Sound, it would be nearly a certainty.
Even if the turtle couldn’t purify its Bloodline and transform into a true Dragon Turtle, this talent had a chance of reaching the Stepping Sky Realm.
Not much less than a Divine God Beast itself.
Upon receiving the news this morning, Feng Yi Ju had ordered that the construction of the Tinghai Lake Road Field should not be limited by the standards of a Hall Master.
But, according to Su He’s needs, it should be built in whatever way necessary, without regard for the cost of materials.
The Array Map was created by Su Huanian and Xia Dali.
Su Huanian knew what his Cultivation Technique required, and Xia Dali understood the living needs of turtle species.
Across the hundred-li Tinghai Lake, there were twenty-eight sunbathing platforms alone, each arranged according to the Twenty-eight Constellations.
Hibernation sands, shrimp breeding channels…
had Green Snake not pitifully sneaked in through the back door, Snake Valley would have become Su He’s private villa by now.
Even so, Snake Valley had been specially fitted with sunbathing platforms and rain-listening corridors for him.
When the camel arrived at Tinghai Lake, fuming with killing intent, it saw the bustling construction site and was utterly dumbfounded.
Weren’t they supposed to be the turtle brother living in dire straits?
Where were the apprehensions about being subjected to Suppression?
Wasn’t it supposed to be about alternating between hunger and satiety, constantly worried about being plotted against?
The moment it left the Three Rivers Wasteland, the camel sensed that the beast hair it had given Su He had triggered; what kind of Mortal World hell must one be living in for the lifesaving Divine Skill given out to be used immediately?
It didn’t even breathe deeply, as time was of the essence, and it ran over a hundred thousand li in one go, frantically rushing back to support the turtle brother.
But what did it find?
The turtle lounging on a stone platform, enjoying tributes from the crocodile, and watching with great interest as the Yellow Scarf Warriors built a Road Field for him.
What the heck?!
