Don't Mess with that Turtle-Chapter 71 - 070 Daughter_1
71: Chapter 070: Daughter_1
71 -070: Daughter_1
Boom!
Crackling!
While cultivating, Su He was awakened by the loud noise and looked towards the surface of the water, puzzled.
The depth of Tinghai Lake was thirty zhang; even at the bottom, such a noise was heard—what was happening above?
Tinghai Lake was his training ground.
Who dared to be so presumptuous here?
Su He glanced to the side and saw Chou Nu’er holding a flower wreath, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she gently swayed her mermaid tail, looking just as perplexed toward the surface of the lake.
The noise was bothering the king’s cultivation, and she was not pleased.
Su He swam towards the surface, with Chou Nu’er closely following.
The closer they got to the surface, the louder the noise became, with non-stop clapping, whistling, and cheering.
Su He broke through the water, and as Chou Nu’er neared the surface, she leapt out of the lake, throwing out a green leaf that transformed into a flat boat, landing already in human form with bare feet on the Green Leaf Boat.
Su He looked around in all directions.
Tinghai Lake had more people now.
Noisy sounds were coming from the fight stages in all five directions at the same time—the competition had already started!
And no one had informed him!
“Big Turtle!” A voice called out excitedly from afar.
Feng Yaya and Gu Lin were floating on a small boat, waving to him from a distance.
Seeing Su He, the little girl became very excited.
She wriggled free from Gu Lin’s grasp and stepped on the small boat to leap up, landing like a cannonball on Su He’s shell.
The impact was so great that his External Appearance manifested, and Feng Yaya was blocked by the shadow of External Phase Mountain.
She slid down the shadow like a slide and landed on Su He’s neck, hugging the Dragon Head and sitting astride, laughing happily.
“I went to find you to watch the contest, but Grandpa Ge stopped me.
He’s just a bad old man, the contest started and he wouldn’t let anyone tell you,” Feng Yaya complained while hugging the Dragon Head.
Was it because his master feared that his cultivation was at a critical juncture and didn’t want anyone to disturb him?
On the Green Leaf Boat nearby, Chou Nu’er stared at Feng Yaya with her mouth agape, taking a while to respond.
Suddenly her willow brows inverted, and she scolded indignantly, “Get down!”
Feng Yaya turned her head, puzzled, “Who’s little sister are you?”
Chou Nu’er was trembling all over, but instead of answering Feng Yaya’s question, she repeated sternly, “Get down!”
Feng Yaya tilted her head, still hugging the Dragon Head, “Why?”
“You, you…” Chou Nu’er’s slender jade finger pointed at Feng Yaya, her voice went off-tune, “Do you treat the king as a mount, as a pet?”
The king was a Dragon Turtle; how could it be ridden?
Murderous intent arose in her starry eyes.
Feng Yaya’s little face puffed up, “Not at all!”
The Big Turtle was not a pet, it wasn’t, but the Camel was.
She found this older sister annoying, huffed, and kicked her little feet, “Let’s go, Big Turtle.
We’ll go up the mountain.
It’s clearer to see from up there.”
Was this a case of jealousy, of being protectively zealous?
A strange feeling rose in Su He’s heart, and he humming softly at Chou Nu’er.
Don’t overthink it; this is a niece…
a foster daughter?
Su He wasn’t sure himself.
According to seniority, he was of the same generation as Su Huanian, and Feng Yaya looked like a three-year-old Nan Nan, which made it hard for him to think of her as a peer.
He truly saw Feng Yaya as a younger relative, a little one.
Feng Yaya giggled happily.
Chou Nu’er’s expression softened a little, with the killing intent slowly receding, but she was still not happy.
Even a daughter should not ride atop the king, unless it was her own biological child.
Su He carried Feng Yaya to Guiyuan Island and climbed up the mountain, while the Treasure Hunting Rat leapt off Gu Lin’s boat and chased after them, huffing and puffing.
The rat had always been following Feng Yaya around recently.
Today Guiyuan Island was sparse with visitors; all were off to watch the new contests.
Su He’s physique and identity made it inconvenient for him to join the crowd, but watching from the top of Guiyuan Island was quite pleasant, as it wasn’t too far from the five stages and he could see everything clearly.
The closest spot to the west was the Fighting Stage, where combat power was all that mattered.
Swordsmanship, Talisman Law, it didn’t make a difference—as long as you could beat your opponent, it was the right method.
Besides the stage, two Demonic Elders from Qingyuan Gate stood with hands hanging, observing the battle and also preventing any accidents.
After all, they were fellow cultivators, not looking to fight to the death like outsiders.
You Xu was the referee and commentator on this side.
On the stage, a brute swinging a Pumpkin Bronze Hammer was in a standoff with a swordsman whose clothes fluttered elegantly.
The swordsman moved smoothly, his swordplay was like a dragon, he had already suppressed the brawny man to the point of being unable to fight back.
Under the stage, there were people opening up wagering books.
You Xu, floating in midair on his sword, sighed with a sense of deep concern, “Esteemed seniors, fellow cultivators, gambling is wrong!”
The path of gambling is truly harmful.
You Xu’s words carried a certain emotional force that made people reflect.
The noisy crowd quieted for a moment, some looking at their betting slips, looking at their deflated Storage Bags, and a sense of regret welled up in their hearts.
Just as everyone was at a loss, they saw You Xu pause for a moment and then look down, “Junior brother, help me bet on Feng Chuanzi with three hundred Spirit Stones!”
He tried to whisper, but even under the spell of voice transmission, the sound was immediately heard by everyone above Tinghai Lake.
The scene instantly became a mess.
The audience started cursing as they scrambled to place bets on Feng Chuanzi—who couldn’t see that he was about to win with his fluid and graceful swordsmanship?
The bookkeepers were tight-fisted, resolutely refusing to sell but were pushed to do so reluctantly.
The man on the stage felt insulted, let out a booming shout, and charged at Feng Chuanzi with his Pumpkin Hammer, stumbling and ramming.
Feng Chuanzi pierced forward with a sword, aiming straight for the brute’s shoulder blade.
The Immortal Sword pierced through his body.
But Feng Chuanzi’s face changed dramatically—the brute’s lump-like flesh seemed to come alive, clamping down tightly on his Immortal Sword as the Pumpkin Hammer smashed toward him.
Boom!
Feng Chuanzi’s whole body was deformed, as he flew out of the arena and smashed into the water surface, skipping far away on the water.
The area around the stage went silent for a moment.
You Xu clutched at his chest, his panic subsiding, “Thank goodness, thank goodness, I also bet three hundred Spirit Stones on the big guy.”
Comparing the odds of the two, he netted a clean profit of 800 Spirit Stones.
The island was suddenly filled with curses.
Accusations of a fix echoed everywhere.
Only the brute on the stage looked aggrieved; he had taken a hard stand, yet no one cheered for him.
Even his best friend was fluttering a betting slip, crying foul.
You bought Feng Chuanzi too?
You Xu was driven from the stage under a chorus of boos, ducking and dodging with his head in his hands, yet he laughed heartily, looking quite pleased with himself.
Perhaps influenced by the noise here, on a nearby island, inside the Pill Medicine Stage, a Pill Furnace suddenly burst, and a thick purple smoke billowed out in all directions.
One of the Qingyuan Elders guarding the stage changed his expression, conjuring a red Gourd, and shouted, “Quickly!” The smoke collapsed as if sucked into the Gourd.
But sounds of retching rose up all around.
A foul stench drifted with the wind in all directions.
On the nearby Spirit Talisman Island, a Qingyuan Disciple’s face went pale while in the middle of a Talisman drawing competition.
His hand trembled, and the Spirit Talisman exploded with a bang, a bolt of lightning crackled down from the Nine Heavens.
In the instant the disciple didn’t know what to do, the contestant Xiannuer next to him flicked her Immortal Sword, sending the lightning flying off.
The lightning struck the island’s protective barrier and was repelled, heading straight for Guiyuan Island.
On a small hill on Guiyuan Island, Su He was lying on the mountaintop, with Ya Ya standing on her tiptoes on his shell.
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out.
The entire Turtle flashed with light.
As the mountain’s shadow receded, Su He felt nothing, but on his shell, Ya Ya blinked her eyes and suddenly burst into tears.
The lightning had arrived, and the shadow of Big Turtle Mountain only protected the Big Turtle itself, which was bad enough, but the shadow had also propped her on the very tip of the mountain.
Being struck by lightning didn’t hurt her; she was born amidst Heavenly Tribulation, and lightning never harmed her, but she felt so wronged!
It had been a long time since they last met, and there was now a miss smelling of fish beside the Big Turtle.
Ya Ya just burst into tears. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
