Old Taoist Ge remained silent, panting heavily for a while before transmitting his voice: “Indeed, there is a script, and I’ve become a leopard demon in the forest ten miles away!”
“Isn’t that good?” Daoist Qinghe asked in confusion. Wouldn’t this make it easier to interact with the Dragon Turtle? Why did he detect a hint of resentment in Old Taoist Ge’s tone?
Old Taoist Ge took a few breaths before transmitting his voice: “Then you tell me, why does a leopard have a Leopard King like a lion? The Leopard King even has a harem!”
At this moment, Old Taoist Ge in the illusion was at a loss facing eight female leopards in heat.
Daoist Qinghe was stunned for a moment, stopped speaking, and his beard twitched as he tried to suppress his laughter.
I wonder how Old Taoist Ge’s cultivation level is in the illusion? If he is the lowest-level demon, I’m afraid he can’t beat the leopard group, right?
Just as he was about to tease, a massive consciousness suddenly exploded in the sky above Dongyun Mountain.
Su Huanian, dressed in white, stood in the battlefield with her semi-transparent divine sense, her gaze falling on the eight Great Ming King demon statues, one by one, imprinting them in her eyes.
Brother Ge, Junior Sister Yu, Brother Qiao…
She counted them one by one, her gaze finally falling on Feng Yiju.
She remained silent, just quietly watching him, neither angry nor sad, just quietly watching.
The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
The lower battlefield couldn’t sense it and continued to fight. But the upper battlefield stopped one after another.
Especially at the top level, everyone knew what had happened to Feng Yaya, and a strange silence emerged.
It couldn’t be hidden. Su Huanian was a second-step Traverse Heaven existence, and she knew what had happened with just one glance.
Feng Yiju slowly closed his eyes, he didn’t know where Su Huanian’s divine sense came from. There were too many possibilities. Su Huanian was born and raised in Qingyuan Sect, perhaps her divine sense was on any leaf.
So after breaking the Qingyuan Sect’s protective formation that day, Feng Yiju took the opportunity to make changes, suppressing Su Huanian’s divine sense as a priority, but he didn’t expect there to be fish that slipped through the net.
The Great Ming King demon statues stood still, not speaking, not explaining, not hiding, just lowering their heads and not moving.
Su Huanian looked at Feng Yiju, her voice as calm as if she were chatting normally: “From now on, you and I have no connection.”
Feng Yiju did not respond, a strand of hair at his temple ignited.
Su Huanian’s divine sense avatar then disintegrated.
In the Yao Guang Great World, at the ancestral land of the Hechuan tribe, a blue bird flew above Su Huanian’s head. It had been chirping non-stop, but suddenly fell silent.
The soul beast and its master were connected in spirit. It already knew what had happened in Qingyuan Sect.
Its beak was open, but it didn’t know how to make a sound.
It just watched as a strand of Su Huanian’s hair at her temple burned to ashes, and a strand of white hair appeared in place of the original black hair.
Su Huanian looked in the direction of Qingyuan, standing quietly. After a while, a tear fell down her cheek.
The Fairy Sword in her hand slashed through the air, invisible and intangible, but clearly cutting something off.
“Blue bird, follow me on the Flying Boat, up to the River of Light. Back to Qingyuan.”
“But that’s the River of Light controlled by the Emperor’s Great World.” The blue bird’s head was all big.
“Then we’ll fight our way back.”
Su Huanian raised her hand, her jade-like fingers tapping on the “protection” aura. She could feel the Dragon Turtle still calling her, over and over again.
She didn’t know who else in Qingyuan Sect she could trust, but the Dragon Turtle was brought into the sect by Yaya and spent all day with Yaya, so it should be trustworthy.
In its illusion, there was her!
She sent another strand of divine sense into the illusion, asking the Dragon Turtle to leave with Yaya immediately.
Inside the illusion of Xuanqing View, time passed quickly. Midsummer had passed, and it was already deep autumn. Su He emerged from the lake with a grass carp in his mouth, placed the fish on the stone, and looked at Su Huanian: “How about… eating some sashimi?”
“Why?” Su Huanian opened her eyes to look at him.
After spending a long time together, Su Huanian started to interact with Su He more. Unlike before, when she might not respond even after being asked four or five questions.
Su He said awkwardly: “It’s nutritious, you can gain a little weight.”
“Am I very thin?” Su Huanian asked.
Su He’s gaze swept over her body, pausing for a moment on her chest: “You definitely won’t be thin in the future, but you’re a little thin now.”
Turtles indeed have spirituality, but predicting future weight is unrealistic. Moreover, weight doesn’t affect cultivation, so why care? Su Huanian shook her head lightly, she still didn’t like meat.
“Are you about to hibernate?”
A sense of melancholy rose in Su He’s heart. Although he had already started cultivating, the nature of turtles was still there. These days, his instinct drove him to hunt continuously, storing energy. The temperature had dropped, and it was time for hibernation.
“Where will you go after I hibernate?”
Su Huanian shook her head: “I don’t know, maybe I’ll build a hut here, or visit famous mountains and rivers to find cultivation friends.”
“Will you come back next year?”
“I don’t know.”
Then I won’t hibernate. Su He dived into the water. The water temperature had already dropped, and his movements became slower.
He caught a few fish and a few shrimps, and slowly swam to the surface, only to see that Su Huanian had already cut the grass carp on the stone into slices and was tasting it with vinegar and mustard.
The Turtle was happy.
This mustard was exchanged for silver he had picked up from the bottom of the lake when a peddler passed by a few days ago.
Unfortunately, the peddler was so scared when he heard the giant turtle speak that he left all the mustard behind and ran away without even taking the silver.
Su He was hurt.
Time passed day by day, and the old man with white hair from Su Huanian’s family came a few times. Su He didn’t like him. Every time he came, he would praise Feng Buyi in front of Su Huanian.
Su He really couldn’t understand what this old man was thinking. His own daughter had already entered the Dao, her lifespan and methods were beyond what ordinary people could imagine, so why was he still obsessed with the promise, wanting to marry a fairy to a mortal?
Didn’t he know that scholars have never been good people since ancient times?
How could such an old jianghu not understand this? The old man was not weak in martial arts, and Su He felt that even he might not be able to beat the old man now. The old man once smashed a huge stone the size of a millstone with one punch in front of him.
It was pure physical intimidation. Su He couldn’t understand, he hadn’t shown anything in front of the old man, but the old man seemed to be very wary of him.Guarding against him, yet taking it for granted to order him around. Every time he came, he would have Su He dive into the lake to catch a few carps for him. Sometimes, he even had to deliver them to his home. He lived in the town ahead, where he ran a martial arts school and led a semi-reclusive life.
When the old man came again, light snow began to flutter in the sky, and thin ice edges started to appear on the lake surface. Su He rarely went into the water now. He hadn’t eaten for two days, and the fact that he hadn’t hibernated yet was entirely due to his willpower.
The old man sang and danced here joyfully for a day because news came from the capital that Feng Buyi, the third-place winner in the imperial examination, would soon return in glory.
Su He thought they were bragging. Who would hold the imperial examination in this season?
Could the ink even be ground properly in this cold?
When the old man left, the weather became even colder.
Su He looked at Su Huanian, “Can I hibernate in your straw hut this winter?”