Su He held his silence; he was a Divine Beast, not a deity.

The water flowed past, cleansing the corpse of its filth, and then solidified into ice to form a coffin, into which the body was placed.

Turning to face Si Ze, Su He asked, “Why did the Wuxiang Sword Sect and Qingyuan Sect, sharing the same origin, engage in a battle to the death?”

Most disciples of the Wuxiang Sword Sect hailed from Qingyuan Sect. Why would they kill without reason?

Si Ze shook his head, “I don’t know, I really don’t! Junior Brother was helping me hunt Exotic Beasts for their fangs when we encountered them. It was just a few words of disagreement. They accused Qingyuan Sect of harboring the Dragon Turtle and protecting those who steal wives and properties. Junior Brother retorted. We’ve had verbal spats before, usually ending in a fight at most, but… but why resort to killing…”

Scholars! Zhu Yan!

Only they would stir up trouble and plot chaos like this!

A shadow fell over Su He’s face as the water beneath him surged, lifting Si Ze and the ice coffin, “Come with me.”

Si Ze looked at him.

“To kill!”

For some reason, Su He felt an urgent panic in his heart, suddenly filled with a desire to kill!

Si Ze fell silent, his tears stopping as he allowed the water to lift him, silently wiping his cannon. Talismans fell upon the cannon, which began to glow with the light of a precious artifact.

A sense of determination rose from the girl, as if she was ready to die, preferring to shatter like jade rather than remain intact like a tile.

Clouds churned above, spanning the eastern sky, piercing straight into the Wuxiang Sword Sect.

As the Dragon Turtle arrived, Si Ze had already fired a shot at the Wuxiang Sword Sect’s protective Formation. Ripples spread out, but it caused no damage.

Traverse Heaven Third Layer.

Could this Formation withstand the attacks of an ordinary Traverse Heaven Third Layer? Was this Feng Yiju’s handiwork?

Another shot fell within the Wuxiang Sword Sect, and immediately disciples flew out, “Who dares to attack our Wuxiang Sword…” Upon seeing the Dragon Turtle behind Si Ze, they could not finish their sentence, instead turning their heads fearfully towards the sect, calling out, “Elder Xu…”

An old man within flew up, but did not leave the protective Formation, looking at Su He through it, his sleeves flung, his face darkening, “For what reason does the Dragon Turtle attack our Wuxiang Formation?”

Su He glanced at him, recognizing a senior elder similar to Qiao Longlun, but the fleeting hostility in the elder’s eyes did not escape Su He’s perception.

Su He couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him, “To kill, to seize properties!”

You accuse me of stealing properties and wives? Fine, here I am!

Su He opened his mouth, and a Mountain God Seal thundered down upon the protective Formation. The elder’s face changed instantly, but the great battle Formation lit up with endless light, blocking the Mountain God Seal.

The first strike of the Mountain God Seal had only the power of an ordinary Traverse Heaven Third Layer.

Elder Xu’s face turned pale, but his expression slowly recovered, and then anger rose from his heart, “Dragon Turtle, by seniority, you should call me Senior Uncle, yet you are so rude! Did your master teach you to be such an unfilial disciple? You should be taken to the ancestral hall and made to kneel for three hundred years!”

Divine Beasts? Every family has one! At this moment, a Zhu Yan is being worshipped within the sect, already over twenty thousand years old. It has existed for ten thousand years longer than Qingyuan Sect. How could a young Dragon Turtle, only a few years old, provoke it?

If the elders of the Dragon Turtle clan do not know their place and dare to show up here, do they really think the Zhu Yan clan has no elders? The Scholar once said that the Zhu Yan clan is the natural enemy of all Divine Beasts in the myriad realms.

Dragon Turtle, what is there to fear!

Su He remained silent. The previous strike had shaken the Formation, and the aura of the Zhu Yan flickered and vanished.

A familiar aura, one he had fought before!

The Mountain God Seal struck again, boom!

Power ×2

The mountain-protecting Formation trembled violently but stubbornly blocked the Mountain God Seal.

It couldn’t be broken! The Formation trembled, and Elder Xu relaxed a bit. This time, the Dragon Turtle’s attack was much stronger than before. It had clearly given its all, but the Formation remained unbreached.

A mountain-protecting Formation that cannot be broken in one strike is invincible.

His words grew more unrestrained, “You were born and raised in Qingyuan, without Qingyuan guiding your cultivation, you would still be wallowing in the mire, not daring to be presumptuous in front of me. How dare a mere child be so impolite!”

As he spoke, a dice the size of a fight fell from the sky, crashing down.

Power ×3

Beneath the golden dice, a crack appeared on the light screen of the mountain-protecting Formation, and then, centered on this crack, a dense web of cracks spread like a spider’s web.

The sound of eggshells cracking filled the air, and Elder Xu’s face changed as the Formation completely shattered.

The breath of the Dragon Turtle rushed towards him, and a sudden sense of life and death overwhelmed him, nearly suffocating him. Only then did he remember that Zhu Yan was not afraid of the Dragon Turtle, but he was not Zhu Yan…

He had never thought that the Dragon Turtle could break the mountain-protecting Formation! This was personally set up by the sect master and had been reinforced by Zhu Yan. How could it be shattered by a dice in a few strikes?

Who in their right mind uses a dice as a magical artifact?

Turning to the sect for help, he was slapped by the Dragon Turtle onto the roof of the great hall, embedding him into it, leaving only his chest and above exposed.

Severely injured, but not dead. The Dragon Turtle did not kill him, but a single slap shattered his dantian and all his meridians. Elder Xu’s face changed in an instant, his thousand years of cultivation dissipated in a moment. Spitting out blood, he pleaded to the great hall below, “Zhu Yan, save me…”

A white-haired, red-footed giant ape leaped out from the hall, fleeing without a second thought, as if afraid of being caught if it ran too slowly.

Elder Xu, in agony, was suddenly stunned, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Yan did not speak. The Dragon Turtle had severely injured it before it had even opened the heavens, and that was while facing several Divine Beasts. Now, two years after opening the heavens, it must have already consolidated its realm. Not running would mean waiting for death.

Zhu Yan was incredibly fast, disappearing in a flash for a hundred miles.

But Su He was faster. In a series of flashes, he was already in front of it, and a fourfold Mountain God Seal struck it head-on.

Despicable! If you’re brave enough, don’t use spatial Divine Abilities!

Zhu Yan roared, swinging its arms in a wave-like motion, like whips or spears, smashing forward, colliding with the Mountain God Seal. The space where they collided collapsed, and a ring of lightning flashed out, striking its fists.

Su He’s Mountain God Seal was not just for impact and suppression; it also contained half of a Thunder Pool gifted by Su Huanian!

Zhu Yan came quickly, and left even quicker. The entire giant ape was enveloped in a wave, flying back faster than it had come, crashing into the Wuxiang Sword Sect, causing half of the sect to collapse.

Atop the great hall, Elder Xu was dumbfounded.

But then he saw the Dragon Turtle flash into the sect, raising its paw and casting a barrier to protect Si Ze to one side.

Looking down at Zhu Yan from above, “Who gave you the courage to provoke the Dragon Turtle?” The Zhu Yan clan needed to cultivate through warfare, especially wars they instigated themselves, which yielded extraordinary benefits. Perhaps it wanted to incite a battle between the Wuxiang Sword Sect and Qingyuan Sect for its own cultivation?

But using him as a catalyst, spreading rumors, and then influencing with qi.

Seeking death!

Su He felt nothing more than disgust for the Wuxiang Sword Sect, but no hatred. However, the Zhu Yan that stirred up the conflict deserved death!

In a war, kill the ones who wag their tongues first!

You want to incite a war? Fine, I’ll give you one. One side will be me, the other you! Let’s see you take the field.

The pit below Zhu Yan did not answer. The distance for the Dragon Turtle’s Divine Machine had increased. During the Dragon God Sacrifice, it could only cover a few miles, but now it could overtake it twice in an instant.

Just now, in that moment, it must have escaped more than a hundred miles.

There’s no escape, only battle.

Zhu Yan pressed its hands to the ground, looking up at Su He, and leaped. In the instant it jumped, the entire Wuxiang Mountain gathered and merged into its body.

A flesh-and-blood Zhu Yan instantly transformed into a thirty-foot-tall stone Zhu Yan, looking down at Su He from above.

Zhu Yan was adept with earth. During the fight before the Dragon God Sacrifice, it had escaped underground. But it had not used such tactics that day.

It was already severely injured then, still thinking of not exposing itself, inciting others to fight?

“Roar!” Zhu Yan roared, raising its fists above its head, interlocking its fingers and bringing its hands together, smashing down towards Su He’s head.

“Roar!” Su He responded with a roar, his divine might bursting forth, heading straight for Zhu Yan’s head, and in a flash, he was above Zhu Yan’s head. In a fight with Su He, one cannot seal space, inherently putting oneself in a position to be hit.

The Mountain God Seal smashed down directly at the head.

Power ×5

Boom! Space shattered, and the thirty-foot giant ape seemed to break apart in a mirror, with each piece of space containing a fragment of stone.

The giant ape broke apart, but Zhu Yan’s true body was nowhere to be seen. Instead, numerous fragments of stone spewed blood, breaking through the shattered space, pouring towards Su He.

Being drenched in blood was Zhu Yan’s usual method against enemies.

But a flash of brilliance passed through Su He’s eyes, still thinking of using blood to forbid my Divine Abilities? Can the same trick work over and over again?

Sensing Zhu Yan’s aura, all the methods of being drenched in blood flashed through Su He’s mind, and he had countermeasures. Water waves gathered beneath him into a sphere, enveloping him, while rushing out in all directions.

How could any amount of blood compare to water?

The blood hit the water waves but did not disperse. Instead, it pierced towards Su He like spears.

Su He sneered, his claws lifting, and the water waves turned into a tornado, twisting the blood spears together and spiraling out towards the mountains.

As the blood disappeared, Su He looked down, but Zhu Yan was not among the shattered giant ape.

Instead, nearly ten thousand disciples of the Wuxiang Sword Sect stood like zombies, staring at Su He with gritted teeth, as if they wished they could devour his flesh and blood.

They were not lost, but under Zhu Yan’s influence, their hatred for Su He suddenly intensified. Those who could ride swords were already flying up, forming formations, slowly approaching Su He.

Zhu Yan’s voice transmitted, “All these disciples are from the same Qingyuan Sect as you… will you kill them?”

His tone was almost gleeful.

Whether Su He killed or not, Zhu Yan would profit!

To kill would mean war, an opportunity to absorb energy. Not to kill, these Wuxiang Sword Sect disciples, deeply bewitched, would turn against the Dragon Turtle.

“Hide?” Su He looked around, still trying to hide under my watch? The Dragon Turtle has always relied on its eyes!

“Wuxiang Sword Sect is short-sighted, and you, Zhu Yan, have never been any different? You want war, fine, I’ll give it to you!”

Su He roared, his voice rising to the heavens, “Netherworld!”

The Netherworld Witchcraft, resembling Divine Abilities but not quite, opened a Netherworld passage to summon Netherworld ghosts. When Su He killed the Teng Snake, the Netherworld aura drifted out and was hit by the dice, rolling a three, tripling in size.

The Netherworld passage opened by Su He was incomparable to the Teng Snake.

A squad of ghostly soldiers with broken armor rushed out from the Netherworld, missing arms and legs, half their bodies gone, roaring as they ran out, wielding rusty iron swords and charging at the Wuxiang Sword Sect.

The killing intent surged, and the sword-riding disciples in the air fell like sparrows with their wings cut off, crashing down.

They couldn’t even withstand the aura of the ghosts.

The aura of war rose mightily from the ghosts, heading straight for Zhu Yan underground. This aura was not much, but it was incredibly fierce, forcing its way into Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan was not pleased but shocked.

Fear inexplicably appeared on its face. This aura was poisonous!

Which war had these ghosts participated in? What kind of war was this, not something a small Zhu Yan could subdue, at least a mature Zhu Yan was needed! This aura entered its body, not only failing to increase its cultivation or replenish its energy but instead corroding its body like a deadly poison. At this moment, its body seemed to have become a battlefield, with the newly entered war aura rampaging in all directions.

Zhu Yan leaped out from underground, lying on the ground, beating its chest and stamping its feet, “I lost! I concede! Take back the ghosts!”

An unexpected effect.

But Su He did not take back the ghosts; instead, he expanded the Netherworld passage.

Making the same mistake again, you think you can just concede? Su He never cared about Zhu Yan conceding during the Dragon God Sacrifice, let alone now!

“Stop! Stop!” Zhu Yan’s eyes turned blood-red, clutching its head and screaming, “The Wuxiang Sword Sect disciples are all from the same Qingyuan Sect as you, do you really want to kill them?”

Su He looked down at it, pleading was useless, now playing the emotional card? Unfortunately, in the entire Qingyuan Sect, how many people were worth Su He’s concern?

Only a dozen or so who had attended classes together at Leaving South Court, plus a few friendly elders and First Seats.

He gestured to Si Ze and the ice coffin within the barrier, “Unfortunately, the people I care about in Qingyuan Sect, one was attacked to death by your people, and the other wished to die with you all.”

Atop the great hall, Elder Xu, stuck like a green onion, watched Zhu Yan rolling on the ground in shock, feeling as if his beliefs had suddenly shattered.

Hearing Su He’s voice, he suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Zhu Yan, “You… ordered the Wuxiang Sword Sect to kill Qingyuan Sect disciples?” He seemed unable to believe this news, instinctively thinking it was false, but seeing the expressions of Su He and Si Ze, he had to believe, a string in his heart violently plucked.

Why? Wasn’t it said to incite the Wuxiang Sword Sect and Qingyuan Sect to merge, to set up a Formation to attack the Dragon Turtle? Why kill Qingyuan Sect disciples?

He was panting heavily.

In the distance, Su He and Zhu Yan confronted each other, but no one paid attention to him.

Zhu Yan’s fur began to fall off in patches, staring straight at Su He, blood bubbles emerging from the corners of its mouth, “You, want to kill me?” Its ape mouth stretched back, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, “You wouldn’t dare! You’re drawing enemies to the Dragon Turtle clan!”

Panting heavily, it spoke: “My Zhu Yan clan is not like those loaches, the Teng Snakes, who cling to life for hundreds of thousands of years in a pitiful state! There are seventy of us in the Zhu Yan clan, do you know the consequences of killing me?”

Su He looked down at the Zhu Yan, thinking to himself, are all members of the Zhu Yan clan so arrogant? They instigate wars at will, and when they can’t handle the consequences, they simply admit their mistakes. How has your clan survived through the generations?

It was the same last time; they admitted defeat when they couldn’t win, probably because the lesson Su He taught wasn’t harsh enough. Now they dare to provoke him again, thinking an admission of defeat is sufficient, even attempting to threaten him.

Thinking they can just stop when they’re losing? Where does this confidence come from?

A flash of insight struck Su He’s mind. That’s right… this is a Zhu Yan! A Divine Beast! Immortal and everlasting! With a massive clan behind it, even if it instigates a war between two great sects, at most it would have to apologize and compensate with wealth, never fearing for its life.

No power would easily offend a Zhu Yan. Su He might look down on their lineage, but others could not.

Upon reaching adulthood, they open the Five Realms, equivalent to a cultivator’s seventh step in the Traverse Heaven Realm. With seventy clan members, which power could afford to provoke them?

Within the Mountain and Sea Mystic Realm, Su He directed a long chant towards the direction of Qing Lei.

“Uncle Lei, can the Zhu Yan be killed?”

Qing Lei, the consciousness entity, shook its head and with a light swipe of its paw, lifted the barrier around Su He’s island.

“Ang~”

What did you say? The barrier wasn’t done properly, and it actually blocked Su He’s external contacts.

“Can the Zhu Yan be killed?” Su He chanted again.

Qing Lei laughed and replied with a long chant: “Guess, what am I doing?”

Su He: “?”

In the Wu Xiang Sword Sect, space churned, and suddenly a passage appeared. On the other side of the passage, Qing Lei was stepping on an adult Zhu Yan, a flash of ferocity in its eyes as it said to Su He: “Remember, no matter the race or power, if they provoke you, they should be killed! Even if it’s the Crown Prince of the Feng Huang Palace, the Buddha’s son from the Buddha Realm, or the Daoist from Gui Wang Mountain, kill them without hesitation!”

Especially the Zhu Yan clan, despised by humans and ghosts alike, what’s the harm in killing them?

This Zhu Yan had been sneakily observing from afar during Su He’s second Tribulation Crossing, and now it was causing trouble outside the Feng Shen Great World. How could Qing Lei let it off?

With a press of its paw, the adult Zhu Yan instantly turned to ash.

Qing Lei looked down at Su He.

Su He looked at the Zhu Yan in front of him, whose face instantly turned to one of terror, and all the preparations it had quietly made came to a halt.

How dare they! Even the Dragon Turtle dares to disregard the massive Zhu Yan clan and directly suppress an uncle of the clan.

Its heart was in turmoil. The Mountain God Seal suddenly smashed down from above its head, and the Zhu Yan’s soul cried out: “No!”

Before the word “no” was fully uttered, the Mountain God Seal with six times the power had already stamped down.

It slammed onto the Zhu Yan’s head, and before the blood could spurt out, it was suppressed by the immense force.

A pitch-black thunderbolt fell from the sky, striking the Zhu Yan.

The Zhu Yan raised its paw, watching as its flesh slowly crumbled into nothingness.

The Reverse Slash of Origin, when used on a cultivator of the second layer of the Traverse Heaven Realm, was like severing their life star. On other things, it was an eradication from the very source.

Outside the spatial passage, Qing Lei nodded, a strange light flickering in its eyes: “Little Turtle, let uncle teach you another lesson. Any Divine Beast, even just a drop of their blood, is a treasure! Before I suppressed this Zhu Yan, I had already stripped it of all its useful materials. What about you? The materials from your Zhu Yan could easily build seven or eight Qingyuan Sects if sold.”

Su He turned around in astonishment, unable to believe what Qing Lei was saying.

Shouldn’t this have been said before I obliterated it?

Qing Lei laughed heartily, waving its paw to smooth out the space.

The Wu Xiang Sword Sect fell into an eerie silence. Only the ghosts, indifferent to all, continued to slaughter the sect’s disciples.

Summoning from the Netherworld, the ghosts’ combat power was random, but they could always summon ghosts of a similar realm to themselves. At this moment, it was a one-sided massacre.

Atop the great hall, Elder Xu was completely stunned.

The Zhu Yan… dead!

Not only this Zhu Yan but also an adult Zhu Yan, turned to ash under the paw of a Dragon Turtle, like a dog, without even a chance to resist.

The god-like Zhu Yan, in the eyes of the Dragon Turtle, were they just monkeys to be suppressed at will? Just like the disciples of the Wu Xiang Sword Sect in the eyes of the Zhu Yan?

His heart turned cold, realizing he had actually thought to rely on the Zhu Yan to slay the Dragon Turtle…

He remained silent, then suddenly looked up and hysterically shouted at Su He: “Dragon Turtle, stop! Stop! These are all Qingyuan disciples, they are innocent! They were just misled! Kill me, kill me! Execute the wicked and purge the disloyal, but spare the rest!”

“Not all of the Wu Xiang Sword Sect are against you! Those who have seen you cross the Tribulation, how could they possibly harbor ill will against you! And those who were thrown out of the Two Realms Battlefield, who have seen an adult Dragon Turtle, they even advised me, they advised me…”

Watching the ghosts slaughter, Elder Xu spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Zhu Yan deserved to die! Deserved to die! And that scholar, it was he who brought the Zhu Yan, causing the Wu Xiang Sword Sect to harbor disloyalty!

The Zhu Yan, upon seeing the Dragon Turtle, fled in haste, knowing it was no match, yet it lured the Wu Xiang Sword Sect into disloyalty.

With a wave of his paw, Su He opened a Netherworld passage, a suction force emerged, not drawing in everything, but sucking in all the ghosts. As the last ghost entered, the passage immediately closed.

Not a trace was left, even more perfect than Qing Lei’s smoothing of the spatial passage.

The Netherworld was no longer in this world!

Elder Xu was panting heavily, and Su He asked him: “Where is the scholar?”

He had his reasons for not killing him; of all the Wu Xiang Sword Sect, only Elder Xu had the strongest scent of the scholar, even stronger than on the Zhu Yan.

He should meet the scholar within three days.

Compared to the Zhu Yan, for some reason, Su He was even more eager to suppress the scholar.