Pan Hao bared his teeth and curled his lips, cursing with relish. Seeing the turtle cower made him secretly delighted: "You ungrateful old turtle, you actually treat your savior like this, his entire family could have been killed because of you!"
Although Li Qingshan didn’t actually have a whole family, the turtle didn’t know that. Taking the opportunity to scold it would let it know just how formidable Old Master Pan was.
"This is... ingratitude, repaying kindness with enmity, forgetfulness of favors, ’when the fish is caught, the trap is forgotten’!"
The turtle spirit mother shrank back into her shell again, her turtle brain going blank.
She really was unlucky!
How could she randomly seize a territory and it turned out to be her benefactor’s ho? And why did this sore-born mother suddenly beco so powerful?
Over the past few decades, the sore-born mother had been just a minor figure, easily suppressed with a flick of the hand, but now, after a long fight, they were equally matched.
Pan Hao saw the ti was ripe and his tone softened slightly, "Fortunately, there is still a chance to make ands. I’ll ask you, do you want to turn over a new leaf?"
The turtle spirit mother trembled and opened her bloody maw: "How... to change?"
"The hero who saved you isn’t dead, we rescued him. Li Qingshan, co on out."
Li Qingshan erged from the bushes, pretending to hobble as if grievously injured. To deceive an old turtle like this made him feel slightly ashad, but it was the best course of action for the ti being.
He didn’t dare to reveal the "Heavenly Gate" brand recklessly. He could only use his goodwill to soothe things over for now.
"See, your benefactor isn’t dead."
The turtle spirit mother looked at Li Qingshan with her round eyes, utterly baffled. She rembered that this person had been pursued by the avatar of "Lifeless Enticer," directly self-destructing into a raging fla, which had allowed her to escape.
But now, how was he suddenly alive?
The poor intelligence of the old turtle puzzled over it for a long ti without coming to any conclusion.
After so many years as a land deity, the turtle spirit mother had accumulated so experience. In its aesthetic, humans all looked more or less the sa, but souls were unique.
There was no doubt that the person before it was its savior.
"I... I... my life is bitter... my life is so bitter!" the turtle spirit mother beca entangled in its thoughts and then suddenly wailed, "My life is so bitter!"
"With no incense or foundation, I am going to die!"
Pan Hao cursed ferociously, "What’s this about having a bitter life? Right now you at least have a way to live. If no one had saved you, you would have already beco a slave to the Evil God. Then if it told you to eat shit, you’d have to eat shit, if it ordered you to stand on your head, you’d have to do it."
But inwardly he was sowhat surprised; this turtle was actually quite reasonable—a rare species.
Perhaps after its long contact with humans, its intelligence was a bit higher than the sore-born mother’s, closing in on human levels, but its personality had also beco naive and childish.
Truly, "Born in trouble, dies in comfort."
"Now you have a way to live, what’s there to feel bitter about!"
"Our small Qingshi Town added to Lake Entrance can accommodate more deities. As long as you’re willing, this foundation is not small. Be content, old turtle!"
A turtle under the eaves has to bow its head.
While still wailing "my life is bitter," the old turtle spat out a wooden tablet from its mouth, indicating its willingness to serve under the sore-born mother as a lesser deity.
It now needed a place to settle down and stabilize its current state, otherwise this avatar would slowly weaken and die.
Pan Hao took the tablet knowing that the turtle had submitted, and smiled, "Very good, not bad at all."
"You’ve turned a misfortune into a blessing, you won’t regret this decision. The population of Qingshi Town and Lake Entrance may not be large, but in the coming years it will surely grow, and there are other benefits too..."
"Heh, I won’t say now, we’ve got serious business to do."
Inside Lake Heart Island of Lake Entrance, there was originally a small temple, which originally revered the Water Ghost King, and now bore the tablet of the sore-born mother.
Pan Hao and Li Qingshan, riding atop the turtle, made their way ashore. They placed the tablet of the turtle spirit mother next to that of the sore-born mother, lit a stick of incense, made several bows, and chanted under their breath.
Gradually, a strange understanding dawned upon the turtle spirit mother. It had successfully established an incense foundation here; this stream of incense, though weak, was continuous. Its tired eyes also gradually regained vitality, no longer as anxious as before.
Upon closer inspection, this foundation seed incredibly solid, like a tiny sapling at the foot of a vast mountain. The imnsity of this mountain was beyond sight; its height unknown in tens of thousands of li, its breadth seed to transcend the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Even if the small temple at Lake Entrance was forcibly destroyed, this bit of foundation would not disappear.
The turtle spirit mother was dumbfounded; it seed to be facing this situation for the first ti.
"Ha, ha, my lord... my lord... will not mistreat you!" The sore-born mother spoke in human tongue, excitedly babbling nonsense, "My lord, is the support, you can rest assured!"
It now actually had a follower, even one who in the past had been much stronger and the object of its envy and jealousy!
But now, it had beco a subordinate!
"Cough cough, all settled then?"
After completing the entire ritual, Pan Hao confidently waved his hand, "Well, now we set off along the waterway and rush back to Qingshi Town as fast as possible. You show yourself imdiately and drive those soldiers away!"
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