Don't Provoke the Turtle

It's not so much a perverse interest, but rather — a childlike fascination?

A man remains a boy until his death, and the Dragon Turtle is no different.

Elder Qiao laughed heartily, like a performer on stage in a green robe, his long sleeves swirling as he gestured an invitation for Su He to head towards Qingyuan.

Though his arms were gone, his sleeves moved with exceptional agility.

"Why have you thought to return today?" Walking on air, Elder Qiao Lun asked Su He.

Judging by the situation that day, both Su Huanian and the Dragon Turtle seemed to have no plans to return to Qingyuan. Just being able to hang onto a title and fend off Qingyuan's external enemies was already the limit.

"I've come to ask the Elder for a glimpse of a Qingyuan technique."

"Which technique?" Elder Qiao Lun was curious. Did Qingyuan possess a technique that could pique the interest of the Dragon Turtle? Having returned for half a year, aside from healing, he had also been trying his best to inquire about the Dragon Turtle. But now, he was no longer the ignorant Wu Xia Amon from half a year ago.

How many techniques in the myriad worlds could catch the eye of the Dragon Turtle?

"The Panwu Evolutionary Decree," Su He said.

Elder Qiao looked at the spirit snake on Su He's back and suddenly realized. With a flick of his sleeve, a jade slip floated directly towards Su He.

He chuckled, "If you went to the scripture library today, you wouldn't see this technique. Having lost both arms, using sleeves as snakes, this technique is just right for me. This jade slip has been in my possession for over half a year."

The transmission of sect techniques had its rules, but rules only applied to ordinary disciples. An existence like the Dragon Turtle was naturally unaffected by such rules. Not to mention an ordinary technique, even if it were the fundamental inheritance of the Seven Meridians, or even the Sect Leader's seal...

Elder Qiao Lun shook his head; such good fortune was impossible!

If the Dragon Turtle wished to become the Sect Leader of Qingyuan, he must be dreaming.

Su He did not stand on ceremony, pocketing the jade slip and turning to ask, "Has there been any news from my master?"

There was no trace of Old Taoist Ge within Qingyuan Mountain. Old Taoist had retraced Feng Yiju's path, and it had been nearly a year since Feng Yiju's death, yet Old Taoist had not appeared.

Elder Qiao Lun shook his head, "The sect sends flying swords with messages every three days, but there has been no word."

Still too naive. In the eyes of Qingyuan's elders, Feng Yiju was an invincible existence, forcing Old Taoist Ge to retrace his path in search of a loophole.

But they didn't know that such an existence, in front of the Dragon Turtle, would be defeated in one battle, and defeat meant death!

Su He fell silent for a moment.

In a moment, the Hall of Longevity was in sight. Elder Qiao Lun did not invite Su He in; the doors of the Hall of Longevity were too small. Su He would have to squeeze hard to get in, which would be quite unseemly.

At this moment, all the elders were gathered outside the Hall of Longevity, looking up at the Viewing Heaven Platform. All the First Seats of the Seven Meridians were present, except for the powerful monk Xia Dali and the yet-to-be-decided First Seat of the Sword Residence.

The Sect Leader of Qingyuan had been from the Sword Residence for several generations in a row. Xia Dali was considered a dark horse, and it was quite a legend for him to rise from the First Seat of the Beast-taming Valley to take charge of the Hall of Longevity.

"Elders and First Seats, long time no see!" Su He's voice was muffled, not of his own doing. Once a body reaches a certain size, the voice naturally becomes deep and muffled, as if it had vibrated countless times within the chest before emerging.

Not to mention the Dragon Turtle, even among ordinary beasts like lions and tigers, their voices become majestic once they reach adulthood.

The elders looked at Su He with a bit of unease.