Don't Provoke the Turtle

Old Taoist Ge stood motionless, staring in astonishment at Xuan Quan Daoist.

His heart was in turmoil.

Prince Jing's martial uncle! By rights, such an existence should be revered and looked up to.

What should I do now? This old Taoist has put me in an awkward position. If you had said earlier that you were a great power from Guiwang Mountain, even if I didn't become your disciple, we could have been good friends despite the age difference.

Old Taoist Ge remained silent for a long time. Xuan Quan Daoist looked at him with a smile, taking a big bite of a chicken leg.

For tens of thousands of years, he had set up countless trial secret realms in the Mysterious Wasteland, and the only one who truly caught his eye was this thousand-year-old little Taoist.

His talent wasn't the best, his realm wasn't the highest, and his methods weren't the most ingenious, yet he caught his eye.

It wasn't because Old Taoist Ge's behavior and mannerisms were similar to his own. People instinctively dislike those who resemble themselves, unless it's their own child.

Xuan Quan Daoist liked Old Taoist Ge simply because he appreciated him. Every time he stumbled out of the trial illusion, the way he broke through the illusions resonated with him.

The only trial he didn't pass was the last one, which involved love. This thousand-year-old little Taoist must have experienced heartbreak.

Severe heartbreak!

Normally, failing the trial would mean he wasn't even qualified to meet him, let alone become his disciple. But so what? He was choosing a disciple, not a Daoist successor. The world is vast, but what pleases oneself is most important.

Old Taoist Ge remained silent for a long time before suddenly bowing deeply.

Xuan Quan laughed heartily, yet felt a bit unwilling. After all, he accepted him because of Guiwang Mountain's reputation, not because he was convinced by his own abilities. It wasn't enough. He still needed to be taught.

He was about to make a few jokes when he heard Old Taoist Ge, who was prostrate before him, speak with a pleading voice, "Senior, I have a disciple, a Dragon Turtle, rumored to have crossed the tribulation. But he's very young, only eight or nine years old. Now he's under threat, and the reasons seem to be an unending conflict with the sect leader."

Old Taoist Ge looked up at Xuan Quan Daoist, his face slightly pale, "If you can save him, I... will leave the sect and serve by your side as a servant or slave!"

Becoming a disciple was out of the question. Once you have a master, how can you betray them to take another?

Xuan Quan was momentarily stunned. Dragon Turtle, crossing the tribulation...

These words were too damn familiar.

He looked down at Old Taoist Ge, "Su He?"

Old Taoist Ge suddenly looked up, surprised, "How did you know, Senior?"

Xuan Quan was silent. Was this something I, an old Taoist, needed to know? Not to mention that a new member of the Dragon Turtle clan in thirty thousand years was information that all major sects needed to have.

That Little Dragon Turtle was just too wild!

In less than two years, he crossed the tribulation to become a Dragon Turtle, opened a heavenly realm within the year, then had another Dragon Turtle, and even got involved with Yunmeng Marsh's Princess—this had already caused a huge stir among the major sects.

If he weren't a Dragon Turtle, who knows how many great powers would have drawn their swords against him by now.

Ji Feixue, such a fairy, was the dream lover of many, yet taken by an ugly turtle.

Even though he had been busy with just two things these years, finding a successor and causing trouble for Fenghuang Palace, he hadn't paid much attention to other matters.

Yet all these pieces of information had reached his ears. Even when he fought in the starry sky last month, it was related to that Dragon Turtle!

If he were to return to the sect to check the records, it might even detail how many meals the Little Dragon Turtle had each day.

Xuan Quan Daoist flicked his fingers, sending a golden light shooting westward.

Moments later, a beam of light returned, transforming into a jade slip in his hand. With his oily fingers, he tapped it, and streams of information emerged, occasionally interspersed with images and illusions.