Don't Provoke the Turtle

Something's not right!

Very not right!

Su He looked at Ji Feixue with suspicion. This enchantress didn't cause any trouble; she simply floated over and lightly tapped his forehead with her verdant jade finger.

Her fingertip was like electricity, tingling and slightly itchy as several spells were transmitted to him.

The last time she gave him the construction method for the sacrificial altar, it was to save Qianqianzi. This time, the tortoise and snake techniques were entirely Su He's own affair.

Without any reason, she transmitted seven sets of techniques to him, making Su He feel extremely uneasy.

Blinking, he looked at Ji Feixue and bubbles popped above his head: "Or... should you beat me up?"

Ji Feixue giggled charmingly, her body trembling like flowers in the breeze, and she whispered in his ear: "I didn't expect my little husband to have such hobbies, calling for Father and enduring the whip. You know quite a lot."

Her voice was soft and sweet, and as it entered Su He's ears, it felt like ants crawling over his body, making him go limp. He wanted to retort, but then he saw Ji Feixue pull out a whip from nowhere, snapping it in her hands and gazing at Su He with a deep look.

Su He blinked, a classic phrase rolling on his tongue, as the consciousness he left in Qianjiang completely dissipated like bubbles.

Under the autumn lake of Changyue Mansion, Su He opened his eyes: "Bet you didn't expect this, I can escape!"

Su He chuckled, but then he felt a snap on his shell, as if he had been whipped, causing a painful and itchy sensation. He instinctively wanted to cry out, but someone covered his lips.

Ji Feixue's voice came to his ears: "Shh! Don't shout, be careful your little wife finds out."

This enchantress actually followed him home!

The touch was fleeting, invisible, but the enchantress was clearly there. Su He swept his Divine Sense around, but in the entire water mansion, there was only him, the turtle.

"Where are you?" Su He whispered.

No response.

Above the autumn lake, Ji Feixue, dressed in red, ran and jumped in circles, her bare feet jingling with ankle bells. She loved this place, rich in water elements, quiet and serene.

She ran over the rooftops of the Jiaoren houses, yet no one noticed her. Su He's Divine Sense swept back and forth, still seeing nothing.

Ji Feixue walked and stopped, seemingly enjoying herself, but in the blink of an eye, she reached the foot of the snowy mountain and looked up at Su Huanian before ascending barefoot.

On the snowy mountain, Su Huanian stood with her eyes closed, the wind blowing and lifting the snow at her feet. The falling snow cut through the air with a sword qi, shattering a gust of wind.

Beside her, every mountain, every stone, every grass, and every tree was a sword.

As if sensing something, Su Huanian opened her eyes and saw Ji Feixue climbing up, saying clearly: "You've come."

This princess was even more stunning in person than the images projected in Su He's memory.

"Can you see me?" Ji Feixue chuckled.

Su Huanian did not answer this question. Ever since the memories of her past life in the Yaoguang Great World awakened, her eyes had slightly changed, seemingly able to see some things that should not be seen.

No matter what form Su He took, she could recognize him. Just a projection of memory, and she saw through Ji Feixue's eyes countless years, innumerable stories...