Don't Provoke the Turtle

On a rare sunny day, with the bright moon hanging high, a few wisps of white clouds were swept away by the wind.

A flying boat was slowly gliding under the moonlight.

On the boat, Su Huanian leaned against the railing, standing gracefully in her light blue dress that shimmered in the moonlight, as if woven from the waters of a stream.

Gazing at the clouds drifting past the flying boat, she seemed like a serene fairy, exuding an elegant and cool temperament that made others feel unworthy to approach.

Yet, a pair of mischievous eyes were unaffected, even growing more brazen as they landed on her. Su He lay on the deck, watching Su Huanian, as the wind pressed her clothes tightly against her body, perfectly outlining her impressive figure.

The Little Girl was running back and forth on the deck, having been cooped up in Changyue Mansion without anyone to spar with, she was going stir-crazy.

The flying boat wasn't moving fast; there was no need to rush since they were out for leisure, not hurrying on a journey.

Tired from running, the Little Girl came back and stealthily pressed on the rudder, causing the flying boat to suddenly accelerate and shoot straight up into the sky.

The Little Girl cried out in a panic, hastily turning the rudder downward, and the flying boat plunged headfirst, piercing through the clouds with a howl, heading straight for a low mountain.

The mountain was brightly lit, illuminating the entire summit, with a long line of torches snaking up from the foot of the mountain.

Atop the mountain was a bandit stronghold, the scent of meat wafting in the wind, and the air thick with the smell of alcohol. In the center, half a chest of gold ingots and several chests of copper coins were laid out, as a group of bandits divided the loot, eating meat and drinking themselves into a stupor.

Suddenly, a loud cry from above: "Yikes! Run for it below! I don't know how to pilot a flying boat!"

The mountain chieftain was a young man around twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with an extraordinary demeanor. Sitting on a tiger-skin chair, he did not join the bandits in their revelry but drank alone from a jug.

Hearing the shout, he looked up and saw a two or three-year-old girl piloting a flying boat, heading straight for the stronghold.

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He was shocked!

Leaping up, a flying wheel rose behind him to intercept the flying boat.

The flying wheel collided with the flying boat, shattering into pieces with a crack—Su He's flying boat had no defenses, but that was relative to Divine Beasts and those who could Traverse Heaven. Against such Transcend Mortality attacks, there was no need for defense; a direct collision would suffice.

"Yikes! We're going to crash!" The Little Girl shouted, struggling to turn the rudder with all her might, and finally managed to bring the flying boat to a sudden halt ten feet from the summit.

The fierce wind from the flying boat slammed into the hillside, instantly flattening the mortal bandits to the ground, pots and pans shattered everywhere, the bonfire was snuffed out, and then, as the flying boat steadied, it exploded back to life with a bang.

Even the mountain chieftain could barely stand, his skin blown downward by the wind.

Squeak!

The flying boat corrected its position, no longer vertical but horizontal, and came to a steady stop.

"Yikes!" The Little Girl patted her wildly beating heart, turned to look back at the empty flying boat, and glared resentfully into the clouds.

Bad Father!