Don't Provoke the Turtle

The weather was warm, and the verdant bamboo outside swayed in the breeze, reflecting the ripples of the spring water. Grass grew tall, and orioles flew about, while fish leaped from the water.

Spring had arrived. Su He gently arched his back and released a grass turtle into the lake. This was his turtle mother in this life, who had always stayed by YaYa's side. The White Spirit small world was teeming with exotic beasts, which made it unsuitable for releasing creatures into the wild.

However, Changyue Mansion was devoid of exotic beasts, and the surrounding areas were inhabited only by ordinary wild animals. This Turtle had feasted on heavenly and earthly treasures at YaYa's place for two years, and now it was as big as a winnowing basket. Although not the overlord of this lake, it was certainly invincible and destined to live a hundred years without issue.

The moment Su He overcame the heavenly tribulation and became a Dragon Turtle, his bloodline connection with ordinary turtles was severed.

In terms of bloodline, Su He no longer had any connection with his turtle mother—Old Taoist Ge had helped Su He sever the bloodline connection once. Although it felt somewhat disloyal for a disciple to think this way, the truth was... the Old Taoist's method of severing bloodlines was really poor. It didn't seem apparent at the time, but looking back now, the technique was so crude it was unbearable to witness.

Watching the mother turtle wag her tail and swim away, she carefully surveyed her surroundings before quickly sinking to the bottom and then emerging in the distance. Su He lay motionless on the shore. Beside him, a toad lay on a golden lotus, sleeping soundly, exhausted from its recent endeavors. These days, the toad had actually created its own game in Qianjiang, opening a new round of betting.

No money was wagered, only time. The soul beasts that lost would sell themselves into servitude, serving for as many days as they had lost. The toad was quite cunning, leading several soul beasts that had sold themselves into servitude to search for treasures. Relying on the soul beasts' ability to shift between corporeal and incorporeal states, immune to ordinary attacks, they managed to unearth three secret realms. Except for one that was empty and resulted in a loss, the other two brought in a fortune. Yet the toad only used the servitude time of other soul beasts, keeping all the treasures for itself.

But with the toad's lifespan of several thousand years, it was quite adept at being a toad. Of the two secret realms, it monopolized one. The other was distributed as wealth. Everyone involved received a share of the profits, even the other soul beasts of Qianjiang. There were more than thirty people in Qianjiang, along with thirty soul beasts, and a few who were seldom seen. Not much was distributed, but the toad's reputation soared. It even regained the fame it had lost when it opened the gambling house. The camel stayed far away, hiding on the side, chasing after the black dog with a dog-eat-dog attitude.

"Turtle Dad, are you unhappy?" YaYa lay on Su He's turtle shell, with Little Turtle on top of Big Turtle, lightning flashing around her, constantly striking Su He. Recently, she had been over-nourished, and her lightning had grown rapidly. YaYa had a bit of trouble controlling it, and if she wasn't careful, she would strike someone.