Don't Mess with that Turtle-Chapter 61 - 060 Suppressing Prison_1
61: Chapter 060 Suppressing Prison_1
61 -060 Suppressing Prison_1
Water Quiet!
Do you want revenge?
Su He stopped beating the crocodile and locked eyes with her.
In Water Quiet’s eyes was an indescribable look, utterly empty, having lost interest in everything.
It took a while during their gaze for her eyes to regain focus.
Staring at Su He, she said quietly, “You killed Ling Ling.”
It was unclear if it was a statement or a question.
She slowly drew out the Immortal Sword, “Take my strike, and our grudges shall be settled.”
Su He was furious!
Settled your ass, stop acting like you’re the victims, how dare those who bring disaster upon themselves speak of settling?
Roar!
A roar echoed, and the shadow of a mountain emerged on his back.
Su He slapped the water and charged towards Water Quiet.
This woman, having reached 300 years of age before forming her Mind Pearl, was not high in Tao cultivation and, having been imprisoned in the Prison for several months, was fightable.
“Roar!” Another roar thundered, unleashing Divine God Might.
One by one, the surrounding crocodiles flipped over, eyes rolling back as they fainted.
Water Quiet, at the epicenter of the roar, suddenly turned pale, her legs gave out, and she nearly toppled over.
Just then, a wave from Su He crashed down, flinging her far away onto a muddy bank, where she landed covered in filth and looking utterly wretched.
Struggling but unable to rise.
Her complexion grew paler and paler, like paper.
Scamming?
This was her and her disciple’s signature move.
Su He instantly heightened his alertness to the fullest, concentrating and preparing for battle.
After all, as someone who had formed a Mind Pearl and could fly with her sword, how could she be felled by a single roar of Divine God Might?
Water Quiet struggled in the mud, propping herself up with one hand and clutching her forehead with the other, veins bulging as she endured immense pain.
It wasn’t an act.
Su He confirmed it.
There was no killing intent coming from her, only a relentless desire for death; she herself no longer wished to live.
There was no ill intent around, no ambush.
Su He cautiously approached, and as Water Quiet struggled to look at him, and when he reached her side, she weakly lifted the Immortal Sword and shakily stabbed at Su He.
A feeble thrust, gathering all her strength just to touch Su He’s shell, failing even to invoke its external appearance.
The external appearance didn’t even recognize it as an attack.
The Immortal Sword made slight contact with the shell, producing a soft clink, and a faint smile appeared on Water Quiet’s face, her eyes showing relief, “We’re even.”
Su He remained silent for a long moment before growling softly.
Crazy!
Water Quiet collapsed into the mud pit, laughing.
Indeed, she was sick.
How else could one raise such an ungrateful and heartless disciple?
She could never forget the bee that Lu Ming brought on behalf of Qiao Ling, with a message from Qiao Ling inside: Master, I’m cold!
It was not an admission of mistake, not a repentance, nor a complaint or outburst.
Just a crying tone, “Cold.”
Water Quiet couldn’t hold it in anymore.
That was the disciple she’d raised since infancy, in name a disciple but no different from her own daughter.
Watching the little bean sprout grow little by little.
Watching her being taken to the Prison, she was powerless to help.
She wanted to hate but didn’t know whom to blame, resenting only her own inability to teach properly.
She sold all the five-hundred-year-old spirit medicine of Quiet Water Mountain to buy a set of worn garments and magic artifacts, bribed the Prison Guards’ disciples, and secretly sent them to her.
But the result…
She didn’t mind going to prison in her disciple’s stead; if Qiao Ling had suggested it, she would most likely have agreed to switch places and serve the time for her.
That place was too cold, too miserable.
Although she was angry at the lack of resistance, she couldn’t bear the thought of her disciple suffering there.
However, in the moment she bent down to retrieve the Magic Artifact robes for her disciple, thirty Silver Needles, congealed with True Yuan, pierced directly into her brain and took control of her entire being, without even a hint of hesitation or mercy.
At that moment, Water Quiet couldn’t feel any pain, only the sensation that the entire sky had collapsed.
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She didn’t think about anything, just mechanically mined each day and then sat numbly until someone noticed something was amiss.
She even resisted being released from prison; she didn’t know how she could face Qiao Ling once she was outside.
In any Sect, killing one’s mentor is a grave sin warranting complete annihilation.
Having left the Prison, she didn’t even know how she managed to make her way back to Quiet Water Mountain.
It was only upon arrival that she realized Quiet Water Mountain was no more, Lu Ming was dead, Qiao Ling was dead too.
Only Little Jade Forest, who had gone out to play, had survived and was now aimlessly guarding a stretch of desert alone.
…
It’s time to go back; Jade Forest is waiting for me at home.
Water Quiet struggled to get up from the mire and started stumbling back.
After taking seven or eight steps, she turned back quietly and looked at Su He, “I can’t meet with the various Sect Heads, nor can I see the Elders or the Sect Leader.
If you happen to meet those lofty figures, tell them that there’s been trouble at the Prison.”
After saying this, she didn’t say more; she forced herself to leave, and after walking out ten paces, she drew her Immortal Sword and awkwardly sat upon it.
The Immortal Sword carried her forward unevenly.
She had barely flown two miles when she plunged from the sky, only to be caught by a gentle breeze that set her down softly on the ground.
When she opened her eyes, she saw an elder dressed in a green robe like a scholar standing before her, somewhat familiar.
Qiao Changlun touched her forehead, and it felt like water flowing and soaking in coolness, a thread of coolness surging into her mind.
Another Pill Medicine was flicked into her mouth.
The girl was severely injured; her brain and Divine God Soul had been harmed by someone, and then she was harmed even more by the roar of the Dragon Turtle.
It was unexpected that the Little Dragon Turtle had such ability; its roar could directly shake the Divine God Soul.
The Pill Medicine entered her stomach, moisturizing her lungs and heart.
Water Quiet came to her senses and, seeing the elder before her, bowed immediately: “Disciple, Water Quiet…
has seen Elder Qiao…”
Qiao Changlun waved his hand dismissively: “In your current state, dispense with the formalities.
You mentioned that something happened at the Prison, what is the reason for that?”
Water Quiet showed a hint of confusion.
Elder Uncle Qiao heard what she said to the Dragon Turtle?
Indeed, such a Divine God Beast wouldn’t be without a protector, and it turned out to be Elder Uncle Qiao himself.
She composed herself and said, “In the Prison mines, I saw Teacher Su Yu Yue and Senior Brother Ge Hong.
Although it was just a brief glimpse, I’m certain it was them.”
Qiao Changlun’s eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.
Law Enforcement Hall, Prison.
The Prison was divided into three layers.
The top layer held disciples who had made mistakes; the middle layer wasn’t a jail but a Netherstone mine, where the imprisoned disciples were made to work.
Netherstone was the most significant source of income for Qingyuan Gate.
Below that was another layer, housing the great enemies and evildoers of Qingyuan Gate over the past thousands of years.
These individuals were confined within a Golden Pagoda that floated up and down, drawing True Yuan from the prisoners inside, sealing a hole more than a yard in diameter below it.
Dark grey fog filled with despair swirled inside the hole, attempting to break free but firmly blocked by a light screen above the pagoda.
Roars emanated from within the hole.
Just then, two figures appeared abruptly at the entrance to the hole, glanced at each other, each ingested a Pill Medicine, and entered the hole hand-in-hand.
If Water Quiet were here, she would certainly recognize these two people as Yu Yue and Ge Hong.
“The Sect Leader is truly talented; where did you get this Pill Medicine that can disperse these Prison Ghosts?” the one speaking was Ge Hong, whose appearance bore a resemblance to Elder Ge.
The one accompanying him, Yu Yue, chuckled, “It wasn’t found; Senior Brother, your sense is so poor.
Can’t you smell Ya Ya on the Pill Medicine?
This must be a Pill refined by Ya Ya, right?”
Ge Hong was stunned, his eyes showing a touch of tenderness: “Ya Ya, huh?”
“The last time we met was when Teacher Su passed her Heavenly Tribulation, and Ya Ya was only seven days old.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed.
Has that little girl grown up enough to refine Pill Medicine for us?”
“Soon!” Yu Yue’s face was all smiles: “Sixty years have flown by in a rush.
According to the Sect Leader senior brother, in these next few days, we should be able to see the light of day once again.”
“I wonder if my father and brother, seeing me still alive, will be astonished?” Ge Hong’s eyes brimmed with anticipation.
Yu Yue giggled, covering her mouth: “Elder Ge will probably want to whip you!”
