Something’s not right!

Very not right!

Su He looked at Ji Feixue with suspicion. This enchantress didn’t cause any trouble; she simply floated over and lightly tapped his forehead with her verdant jade finger.

Her fingertip was like electricity, tingling and slightly itchy as several spells were transmitted to him.

The last time she gave him the construction method for the sacrificial altar, it was to save Qianqianzi. This time, the tortoise and snake techniques were entirely Su He’s own affair.

Without any reason, she transmitted seven sets of techniques to him, making Su He feel extremely uneasy.

Blinking, he looked at Ji Feixue and bubbles popped above his head: “Or… should you beat me up?”

Ji Feixue giggled charmingly, her body trembling like flowers in the breeze, and she whispered in his ear: “I didn’t expect my little husband to have such hobbies, calling for Father and enduring the whip. You know quite a lot.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, and as it entered Su He’s ears, it felt like ants crawling over his body, making him go limp. He wanted to retort, but then he saw Ji Feixue pull out a whip from nowhere, snapping it in her hands and gazing at Su He with a deep look.

Su He blinked, a classic phrase rolling on his tongue, as the consciousness he left in Qianjiang completely dissipated like bubbles.

Under the autumn lake of Changyue Mansion, Su He opened his eyes: “Bet you didn’t expect this, I can escape!”

Su He chuckled, but then he felt a snap on his shell, as if he had been whipped, causing a painful and itchy sensation. He instinctively wanted to cry out, but someone covered his lips.

Ji Feixue’s voice came to his ears: “Shh! Don’t shout, be careful your little wife finds out.”

This enchantress actually followed him home!

The touch was fleeting, invisible, but the enchantress was clearly there. Su He swept his Divine Sense around, but in the entire water mansion, there was only him, the turtle.

“Where are you?” Su He whispered.

No response.

Above the autumn lake, Ji Feixue, dressed in red, ran and jumped in circles, her bare feet jingling with ankle bells. She loved this place, rich in water elements, quiet and serene.

She ran over the rooftops of the Jiaoren houses, yet no one noticed her. Su He’s Divine Sense swept back and forth, still seeing nothing.

Ji Feixue walked and stopped, seemingly enjoying herself, but in the blink of an eye, she reached the foot of the snowy mountain and looked up at Su Huanian before ascending barefoot.

On the snowy mountain, Su Huanian stood with her eyes closed, the wind blowing and lifting the snow at her feet. The falling snow cut through the air with a sword qi, shattering a gust of wind.

Beside her, every mountain, every stone, every grass, and every tree was a sword.

As if sensing something, Su Huanian opened her eyes and saw Ji Feixue climbing up, saying clearly: “You’ve come.”

This princess was even more stunning in person than the images projected in Su He’s memory.

“Can you see me?” Ji Feixue chuckled.

Su Huanian did not answer this question. Ever since the memories of her past life in the Yaoguang Great World awakened, her eyes had slightly changed, seemingly able to see some things that should not be seen.

No matter what form Su He took, she could recognize him. Just a projection of memory, and she saw through Ji Feixue’s eyes countless years, innumerable stories…

“Is he looking for you?” Su Huanian looked down the mountain at Su He, who was scattering his Divine Sense in surprise.

Ji Feixue giggled charmingly, as if showing off: “Ah! I just whipped him.” She looked up at Su Huanian teasingly: “You, won’t you feel heartache?”

Her big eyes seemed to discover a new world, staring at Su Huanian with sparkling beauty.

Su Huanian pondered for a moment: “You hit him lightly.”

If he can still jump around, it really was a light hit. He deserves a harsher punishment for flirting around, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It’s good to have someone else do it for her.

Ji Feixue laughed even more joyfully.

See, we have common ground now, what a good start.

Su Huanian looked at her, waiting for her to finish laughing before saying: “You didn’t come here just to hit him, did you?”

This dragoness seemed frivolous, but Su Huanian’s third intuition told her that this woman was not one to do things out of boredom. There must be a reason for her visit today.

Ji Feixue smiled: “Before doing the proper business, I had to vent my anger on him!”

As she spoke, she pinched her fingers lightly and pulled out a big red brocade book, unfolding it in the air in front of Su Huanian.

It was the marriage certificate that she forced Su He to sign on the day of the Dragon God Sacrifice.

Ji Feixue twirled her hair: “Sign it, it’s not right to keep it hanging like this.”

Without signing the marriage certificate, how could she be considered part of the family? Surely she couldn’t really become a concubine, could she?

Su Huanian looked over, and on the marriage certificate, the man’s side was naturally Su He’s signature, a crumpled and ugly font that filled the entire space for the man’s signature, leaving no room for another word.

In the space for the woman’s signature, Ji Feixue’s name was graceful and enchanting, revealing a seductive air as if the enchantress herself was present, tempting and delicious. After her name, Su Huanian’s name was forming, but it kept breaking apart, never fully solidifying.

The marriage certificate exuded a faintly familiar aura. It seemed like a magical treasure she had seen before, but she couldn’t remember.

This feeling… she must have seen it in a past life! Perhaps even owned it.

Seeing Su Huanian in a daze, Ji Feixue laughed: “What’s the matter, regret marrying him, or… do you want to compete with me, wanting to write your name before mine?”

Su Huanian smiled, and with a light touch of sword qi on the marriage certificate, the name “Su Huanian” immediately solidified and stabilized.

Ji Feixue smiled sweetly, putting away the marriage certificate: “He got off cheap!”

This was the first marriage certificate in the world, with its own laws within. Once the name was on the certificate, there was no turning back.

Su Huanian turned around and looked at Ji Feixue: “Can you talk about the things between you and him?”

Su Huanian was also curious. How could two people who had never met have a story?

Ji Feixue sat down on a comfortable ice and snow chair formed from the snow beneath her, swinging her feet and said: “I can talk, you can listen, but if I say it and you and he can’t bear it, the pressure of heaven and earth will crush you, and you will die.”

She laughed merrily, yet her eyes were incredibly serious.

“Then don’t talk.” Su Huanian said.

Not all words can be spoken. The matters of the Zhengxie Dao Palace cannot be spoken, and the scriptures that Su He can recite cannot be spoken.

Even for herself, there are some things she can’t say. But for Su He and Ji Feixue, it’s not that they can’t say it, but that they must not.

Su Huanian only knew of one such situation.

The perspective of heaven and earth! When praying to heaven and earth, some people can borrow the perspective of heaven and earth to see secrets that ordinary people cannot see.

These secrets must not be spoken, for if they are, one will die!

However, this is just a widely known rumor, the lower the realm, the more people believe it. The higher the realm, the less they believe.

At Su Huanian’s realm, understanding the heart of heaven, she knew that no one could share the vision with heaven and earth. Humans are born from heaven and earth, even Divine Beasts have a lower status than heaven and earth—even if a Divine Beast’s cultivation level is high enough to break the heavens, and they can easily shatter this world, their status is still not comparable.

Just like in the mortal world, a nine-thousand-year-old can make decisions, but in terms of status, an eunuch can never compare to an emperor.

A Divine Beast may be able to shatter this world, but as long as it is born within this world, its status cannot compare to the world.

Sharing vision is impossible.

A similar situation? The matter between Su He and Ji Feixue has reached a level that cannot be spoken of?

Somehow, Su Huanian felt a hint of… jealousy?

Su He’s Divine Sense swept everywhere, but Ji Feixue’s figure was nowhere to be seen. His consciousness re-entered Qianjiang, and outside Su He’s island in Qianjiang, there was still fog swirling, obscuring the view of the island.

Ji Feixue’s consciousness sat on the shore of his island, swinging a pair of jade feet in the water, listening to the sounds of soul beasts and cultivators colliding behind her.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Su He crawled behind Ji Feixue, and a point of starlight from his forehead drifted towards her.

But he saw Ji Feixue’s hair flutter, batting the starlight away: “I don’t like sneaky exchanges of thoughts. Qianjiang is open. If you have something to say, write it out clearly! Why whisper privately?”

Su He: “…”

I don’t believe you for a second! If you like being open and honest, then why don’t you clear the fog around my island?

He sent another point of starlight towards Ji Feixue. The starlight collided with her forehead, but it couldn’t penetrate.

Ji Feixue turned around, looking at Su He: “Little husband, you’re not a disciple of Tianxing Palace, yet you possess their secret technique, you’ll be hunted down!”

This Star Intent Decision was a secret of Tianxing Palace, and there were not a few techniques in the Xuan Realm that allowed for the exchange of thoughts through intent, but each and every one was a closely guarded secret.

“Not afraid!” As the Star Intent Decision was once again deflected by Ji Feixue, Su He shamelessly crawled in front of her and communicated with honest bubble text.

“I am the son-in-law of Tianxing Palace—if they dare to hunt me down, I’ll lead them straight to Xuantian Gate.”

Tianxing Palace and Xuantian Gate, in their slogans, are fellow daoists of the Ten Great Immortal Gates. In reality, they are at each other’s throats—except when united against the Fenghuang Great World, they are absolutely opposed in all other matters—to the point of absurdity, where regardless of right or wrong, if you oppose, I will support.

This shameless demeanor made Ji Feixue chuckle. At this moment, she didn’t seem enchanting at all, but rather had a bit of a ladylike air.

Yet this contrast with her usual seductive charm made Su He feel that her enchanting nature was even more intense.

“Where are you?” Su He sent a bubble text, immediately adding: “The you in Changyue Mansion!”

Without emphasizing, who knows what nonsense this dragoness would spout? She might even tell him her true body is bathing in Yunmeng Marsh and ask if he wants to join.

Should Su He agree or refuse?

Ji Feixue kicked her feet, seemingly in a good mood: “At the peak of the snowy mountain, chatting with Sister Su.”

Su… sister?

Su He didn’t react for a moment, then his expression changed slightly: “Stop joking! Did you go to Zhengxie Dao Palace?”

Since she came to Changyue Mansion, Zhengxie Dao Palace definitely couldn’t hide from her—even if the Dao Palace could hide its tracks, the talisman left by Uncle Lei outside the Dao Palace would expose its existence.

Since she discovered it, according to the enchantress’s nature, it’s impossible not to pay attention. With Ji Feixue’s realm, she might be able to forcibly break through the Dao Palace’s gates and enter? Perhaps even dig out all the secrets hidden by Zhengxie Dao Palace?

“Who’s joking?” Ji Feixue looked at him: “I had a great exchange with your sister, we’ve confirmed common interests, and established seniority.” Saying this, she gave Su He a look, this guy really got lucky.

I don’t believe you for a second! You dare to go in front of Su Huanian, even if her realm is not as high as yours, she would dare to slash you with a sword, you believe that?

How could these two women coexist peacefully!

Su He looked at her distrustfully, Ji Feixue shook her feet and huffed: “I can’t enter Zhengxie Dao Palace, a stupid Orient Loong God has been in there, I can’t go in!”

Su He suddenly looked up.

“You know?!”

The matters of Zhengxie Dao Palace cannot be spoken of, those who enter cannot speak of it, and those who haven’t entered do not know the situation inside. How could Ji Feixue know?

“Of course!” Ji Feixue snorted, proudly puffing out her chest, her papaya-sized body suddenly bouncing almost hitting Su He’s nose.

A faint elegant fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

“That stupid dragon provoked me, I chased him and he fled into Zhengxie Dao Palace, how could I not know?”

For a moment, Su He was somewhat speechless. From the illusions left in Zhengxie Dao Palace, that Orient Loong God did indeed seem a bit foolish.

“Orient Loong God? Doesn’t seem like it!” Su He’s bubble text was tentative.

It is said that at such a high realm, mentioning a name would be sensed, and Su He was apprehensive.

Ji Feixue looked at him amusingly: “The dragon race has been beaten by me, not just Orient Loong God. Which true dragon haven’t I beaten, aside from the two ancestors?”

Her words were domineering, but Su He didn’t believe it. Aside from the two ancestors, have you even beaten your own mother?

Ji Feixue looked at him, a strange light flashing in her eyes: “Beaten!”

“Mind reading?” Su He was startled.

“No.”

“Face reading?” Su He was even more horrified, this was scarier than mind reading—how could a Dragon Turtle’s face be read? Full of scales, there’s no expression at all?

Ji Feixue poked her finger at his forehead, giggling: “You’re not that foolish Hakutaku, how could you read faces? Even without using any techniques, can’t I guess your little thoughts?”

Su He fell silent, it was based on life experience.

This skill was even more annoying, and he suddenly remembered something. The people he knew, just pulling one out, had existed for tens of thousands of years. Even Su Huanian was over three hundred years old.

With such life experience, they would know which leg he was about to move just by him shrugging. In the future, he wouldn’t even have the chance to lie.

He would be seen as a joke.

Su He looked up at Ji Feixue: “Sister, how old are you?”

According to Guluo, before he became a Dragon Turtle, she was already the princess of Yunmeng Marsh, so she must be at least three hundred thousand years old.

Feng Si knew Ji Feixue, and she was a figure from the previous generation of the Wild Ancestor…

Five hundred thousand? Six hundred thousand? Or even older?Ji Feixue looked up, her charming smile directed at Su He as her slender jade fingers traced circles on his forehead. “My dear husband, we haven’t even had our wedding ceremony, and you’re already leaving us to be widows? How can you be so heartless…”

After saying this, she cast a resentful glance at Su He, her eyes filled with the fear of being abandoned, a pitiable sight indeed.

Feeling the coldness on his forehead, Su He shivered with a start.

There was real killing intent!

The thought bubble above his head began to tremble, and he spoke incoherently, “No, wait, spare me, sister! Erase it, erase it!”

At this moment, Su He wished he had the skills of a Tri-Aspect Master to erase the words emitted by the thought bubble.

“About that… let’s continue our previous conversation… Did you know about the existence of the Evil Suppression Palace in Changyue Mansion beforehand?”

Ji Feixue giggled, her finger still on Su He’s head, tapping gently, making Su He’s heart pound with fear that she might accidentally poke a hole through his dragon head—Su He’s defenses, which ordinary Traverse Heaven third level couldn’t break, were like paper in front of Ji Feixue.

Ji Feixue glanced at him with a smile, “Changyue Mansion is right at the doorstep of my house. If I don’t even know what’s happening at my doorstep, wouldn’t I be a failure as a princess?”

Su He blinked, tilting his head slightly, subtly avoiding her hand.

“Why didn’t you refine Changyue Mansion then?” The Cave Mansion seemed quite remarkable!

Ji Feixue was taken aback, glaring at him fiercely, “Not to mention the key to the Cave Mansion, refining Changyue Mansion requires a couple to act together. Are you suggesting I refine it with someone else?”

Just like you, heartless! You just signed a marriage contract with me, and then you went off to refine Changyue Mansion with someone else.

Su He felt awkward but even more puzzled. She hadn’t refined Changyue Mansion, but it couldn’t have stopped her from coming and going freely: “Have you never entered the Evil Suppression Palace through the Changyue Mansion passage?”

The Orient Loong God passage was occupied, and no one claimed the one in Changyue Mansion.

Ji Feixue laughed, “Changyue Mansion is the Basalt passage, do I look like a Basalt to you?”

Not everyone is like you, able to enter through any passage!

She straightened her body, allowing Su He to discern for himself.

Su He blinked, without x-ray vision, he couldn’t tell.

The thought bubble flickered, “I always feel that Dragon Turtle is a bit weak, knowing nothing.”

After the Dragon God Sacrifice at the Dragon Gate, there was a Basalt, and the dragon clan even had the surname Meng. Ji Feixue was not at all unfamiliar with Basalt.

Yet, it seemed that the Dragon Turtle clan had never understood the Four Holy Beasts.

Ji Feixue’s smile grew even more flirtatious, knowing what Su He was getting at, “Who says Dragon Turtle doesn’t know? Does Dragon Turtle not know where the spirit snake on your back came from?”

The Turtle clan is clearly ahead of everyone else, yet you are unaware.

Dragon Turtle truly didn’t know, did he? When the spirit snake appeared, did the great ancestor immediately lead the whole clan to hunt and kill the soaring snakes without a care? Even the ancient ancestor who suppressed the Dustless Sea was given two soaring snakes, allowing the whole clan to advance together.

How bold must one be? To return to the egg form and merge with the soaring snake, at this moment, they are extremely vulnerable. Do you really think the Dragon Turtle clan can deter all enemies with just a name?

He probably had no choice!

Ji Feixue didn’t know the specific reason, but the best way for the whole clan to advance would be one by one. Yet, the great ancestor chose the most inappropriate method.

That old turtle has lived for who knows how long and would not be so careless; it must have been a last resort.

Other Dragon Turtles might not know Basalt, but the great ancestor surely did! At most, he just didn’t know where the Basalt spirit snake came from.

It wasn’t until the success of the White Spirit’s Seven Extremes Secret Realm experiment that Su He got the spirit snake and Qing Lei got a semi-finished spirit snake. Only then did they suddenly mobilize the whole clan to advance together!

Su He was taken aback, “The unity of turtle and snake is just a form that White Spirit deduced to be most suitable for Dragon Turtle, but White Spirit didn’t even know the name Basalt!”

On the Seven Extremes Secret Realm’s alchemy furnace knob, it was Su He who told White Spirit the name Basalt.

Ji Feixue shook her head, “The White Spirit there is just a consciousness left by the original body, how much could she possibly know?”

That consciousness, other than exploding, what else does it do? It doesn’t even know where the original body is!

For over six thousand years, not only the Dragon Turtle clan has been investigating White Spirit, but Ji Feixue has as well, and even the information she holds far exceeds that of the Dragon Turtle clan.

Compared to the elder male turtles of the Dragon Turtle clan, White Spirit preferred to confide in her—although she couldn’t dig out that fellow’s secrets.

Basalt, White Spirit must have known it long ago.

Su He fell silent for a moment; perhaps White Spirit really knew. The Basalt passage in the Evil Suppression Palace had already been taken, and apart from White Spirit, Su He couldn’t think of anyone else.

White Spirit knew, Ji Feixue knew… Su He looked directly at Ji Feixue, was the seven-part turtle and snake combined attack technique something she had prepared long ago?

Specifically for him?