Even a turtle can cultivate the sword, and I can wield a sword aura.

Su He didn’t say a word.

Su Huanian looked at him, “The illusion is shattered. Can you go out and protect Yaya? Don’t leave her alone. Follow the elders… Be careful of Feng Yiju.”

It would be best to quietly leave Qingyuan Sect, but Dragon Turtle’s realm is too low to deceive Feng Yiju. Going out would be more dangerous. It’s better to stay in the sect where there are people everywhere, which might make him hesitate.

Su He suddenly felt a bit awkward. This was the real Su Huanian. The illusionary Su Huanian didn’t know Yaya or Feng Yiju.

“Be careful of the scholar. He controls the mountain spirit and will definitely detect my presence.” Su Huanian’s voice came again. Then the shattered illusion attacked like an explosion. When Su He’s vision recovered, he was already in the Xuanqing Sect.

Ahead was the Xuanqing Sect’s ancestral hall. After passing two trials, one would become a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect. The first step to joining the sect was to pay respects to the Ancestor.

Su He nodded and saluted, “Please forgive me, seniors. I killed in the first trial to advance, and the second trial was purely accidental. I already have a master, so I will take my leave.”

He turned around and left the Xuanqing Sect.

In the top-level battlefield, the Daoist of Qingcheng stomped his foot, “Damn it! Does he look down on my Xuanqing Sect?”

Everyone rolled their eyes at him.

This was a turtle with a master. If he really wanted to join the Xuanqing Sect, would you accept him… Damn it! He would really accept him. He had even asked Old Taoist Ge if he could buy this turtle.

Old Taoist Ge and Qinghe Daoist exchanged glances, both seeing the strangeness in each other’s eyes.

They had entered the illusion intending to help Su He sever his emotional ties. Who knew that the real person would come, and instead of severing emotions, she was helping Su He integrate them…

Nothing had gone according to their plan.

What could they do? They were helpless.

As soon as Su He left the Daoist temple, he saw that the trial field had disappeared at some point. The Xuanqing Sect’s mountain protection formation had been activated, indicating that a senior of the Xuanqing Sect had taken control.

Ahead, disciples of the Qingyuan Sect were chasing disciples of the Dongyun Sects.

Feng Yaya was at the forefront, shouting and waving her little fists. Behind her were several disciples of the Qingyuan Sect. Every time Feng Yaya knocked someone down, someone would rush up and knock the person into the golden pagoda.

Remembering Su Huanian’s instructions, Su He hurriedly crawled towards Feng Yaya, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

It was like the feeling of being watched by a crocodile when he was a grass turtle two years ago. Both his divine sense and animal instinct warned him. Su He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the danger.

It was the barrier of the Mountain Spirit battlefield. The person watching him was on the first layer.

The sense of danger disappeared in an instant.

The scholar!

The Dongyun Mountain Spirit altar was at the very bottom. Su Huanian said that the scholar controlled the Mountain Spirit. It could only be him!

The scholar was the disciple of Qiao Changlun, a good friend of his master. The scholar was not a description of his appearance, his surname was Shu and his name was Sheng.

On the first layer of the battlefield, Scholar Sheng slowly took his gaze off Su He.

As expected of the Dragon Turtle, such a keen spiritual sense.

Just now, for a moment, Su Huanian’s will had exploded on the Dragon Turtle. The last time, it was probably also transmitted from the Dragon Turtle.

Su Huanian’s first thought manifestation appeared too abruptly, and Scholar Sheng didn’t notice it at first. Then he stopped cultivating and focused all his efforts on searching.

Sure enough, not long after, another thought dissipated on the Dragon Turtle.

Su Huanian and the Sect Leader’s relationship had always been lukewarm, and now it had completely broken down because of Feng Yaya. Their marriage bond had been burned to ashes, and they were no longer husband and wife. When she returned, she might even fight with the Sect Leader.

It’s a pity that he suddenly lost contact with the Hechuan tribe. She didn’t break through the formation and come out, did she?

The Sect Leader hoped that the Hechuan tribe’s formation could trap her for three months. Given three months, the Sect Leader should be able to make up for Feng Yaya’s origin—at least to the point where Su Huanian couldn’t tell.

Just like before, when he secretly took it without letting Su Huanian notice.

But now everything has been disrupted by that turtle.

This turtle has been close to Feng Yaya and Su Huanian since he joined the sect, and now he is likely to stand on the opposite side of the Sect Leader. When the time comes, how will the life origins of the brothers of the Great Ming King Demon Statue be replenished?

Without the life origin hanging on, they would probably be devoured by the demon statue in no time.

A loud noise interrupted Scholar Sheng’s thoughts. He looked up and jumped over the Mountain Spirit battlefield to see the Traverse Heaven battlefield. Feng Yiju pointed his hand, and three Xuantian Sect Traverse Heavens exploded.

Three Cave Heaven worlds were forcibly stripped out.

The face of Butler Wu turned pitch black in an instant. Since the start of the war, he had been on guard against Feng Yiju. Feng Yiju had been sitting in the air suppressing his injuries, looking powerless.

Butler Wu was completely convinced. The curse mark on Feng Yiju was personally placed by him, and he knew its power all too well. At the same realm, it was already monstrous that Feng Yiju hadn’t been killed and reborn, and could still hold on.

He actually had a hidden hand and still had the strength to make a move!

Feng Yiju succeeded with one blow and leaped up. The curse mark on his body moved like tadpoles to his fingers, and he pointed it into one of the freshly stripped Cave Heaven worlds.

The pressure on the seven Great Ming King Demon Statues suddenly decreased.

“Retreat!” Butler Wu’s thought flashed, and the Xuantian Sect’s Traverse Heavens immediately retreated dozens of miles.

“Sect Leader Feng’s stunning performance is indeed not something I, an old servant, can resist. But Sect Leader Feng seems to have forgotten that the three Traverse Heavens you killed are the Traverse Heavens of the Xuantian Sect.”

He looked at Feng Yiju with a gloomy expression. If I, a servant, can’t deal with you, there will be a master behind me who will take action.

From the moment Feng Yiju stepped into the third layer of Traverse Heaven, he knew that the situation had gotten out of control. How could he not report it? By now, the real experts of the Xuantian Sect should be almost here.

But there was no worry on Feng Yiju’s face. He smiled elegantly, “Thank you for the reminder, Butler Wu.”

What a sect values is always the gain and loss of interests. As long as the Xuantian Sect is sure that it is not worth the loss to invest in Dongyun Mountain, they will naturally not come again.

In comparison, women are harder to deal with. For example, Su Huanian, she will never give up Feng Yaya for the sake of interests.

When she comes back, she will definitely not let it go.

Feng Yiju took a step forward, and his figure was already inside the Qingyuan Sect, on the Longevity Island of Listening Sea Lake. With a step, the Heaven and Earth Altar roared and lifted him straight into the sky.Butler Wu was confused. How much merit would it take to protect a third-level Traverse Heaven?

However, he saw Feng Yiju mysteriously produce a Token and place it on the altar. With a solemn expression, he loudly declared, “Heaven above, the imperial world is invading our Mysterious Wasteland, and hellish ghosts are wreaking havoc in Dongyun. Now, I present the Mysterious Yellow Token, requesting to open the battlefield.”

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and a majestic heavenly might rolled out from the altar, sweeping across Dongyun and detecting clusters of hellish ghosts.

An archway slowly formed in the mountains of Dongyun.

Butler Wu suddenly looked up, a flash of fear in his eyes. “Feng Yiju, you dare!”

The Mysterious Wasteland and the imperial world have been mortal enemies since ancient times—not only the cultivators of the two worlds, but the very origins of the two worlds are incompatible!

The battlefield Feng Yiju mentioned is a special space, like a separate world. No other place can reach it directly, only the Mysterious Wasteland and the imperial world can open the passage on their own.

To put it in a metaphor, it’s like there’s a courtyard between two houses, surrounded by walls that outsiders can’t enter. Only the two houses can directly access the courtyard. This courtyard is the battlefield for the people in the two houses.

Feng Yiju is currently carving open the door!