310: Chapter 40 Artifact Spirit_1 310: Chapter 40 Artifact Spirit_1 Is that what the rules say?
Green Snake was dumbfounded.
Had the horns on the turtle’s head grown backward, piercing into its brain?
Su Huanian’s brows furrowed slightly, “Dirty!”
Su He was completely baffled.
He had simply opened his mouth out of habit to activate a skill, much like cultivators often gesture with their fingers.
He hadn’t really swallowed anything!
It was a Soul Offering!
Divine Skills!
The ghost creature wasn’t in the stomach!!
A gust of wind scattered the heavy rain outside and figures drifted in the courtyard.
“Clang, bang!
The third watch…
the fifth watch…
the air is dry, and beware of candles,” mumbled a bewildered watchman as he walked into the rain.
However, the sky was not yet dark, and the night watches had not started.
“Has he gone mad?” wondered Green Snake.
Who would say the air is dry when it’s pouring rain?
“Rules are in disorder,” said Su Huanian.
The maid wasn’t killed but was taken away, along with the rules that pertained to her, both vanishing together.
The manor did not generate a new maid but instead fell into chaos, clueless.
Su He looked at Su Huanian and raised an eyebrow, “See, rules can be broken!”
How could it be possible for mortals and cultivators alike; mortals probably couldn’t even spot a table full of spoiled at, and even if they stumbled upon it by chance, they’d have to pinch their noses and eat it.
They could only follow the script step by step, thinking of ways to break through.
He was different; he could flip the table.
Su Huanian shook her head with a smile.
That turtle’s temperant was like a child’s!
A child…
She suddenly fell into deep thought.
Rustling noises ca from outside.
A ghostly cal snuck in with an old dog at its side, the old dog carrying a tattered cloth bundle in its mouth.
Both cal and dog quietly hopped into the courtyard and made their way directly into a room.
Seeing the food on the table, the old dog beca frantic and toppled it, causing plates and wine jugs to clatter to the ground, scattering the food all over.
The old dog went mad, stomping and venting on the spilled food.
Afterward, it looked up at the three people from Su He’s party, scanning back and forth.
The cal looked at it, puzzled.
The old dog was worried they would eat the food.
Living creatures conjured by the sa manor, the butler and the servants weren’t on the sa side as the old dog.
The old dog barked, but its bark was devoid of any aning.
For the first ti, Su He faced a beast language he could not understand.
The cal ca closer, grunting excitedly at the old dog which then unwrapped the cloth bundle to reveal so wilted fruits and a few spring bamboo shoots.
“Eat?” Su He asked.
The cal just grunted excitedly.
The cal belonged to him, and ever since the second Profound Moon, it had entered the path through emotion and beco extrely sensitive to feelings.
It must have sensed sothing from the old dog.
Su He picked up a bamboo shoot and swallowed it in a few bites.
Such a task of testing with one’s body was naturally suited for a Dragon Turtle.
As the bamboo shoot touched his tongue, it was sweet and refreshingly cool.
Su He felt his consciousness being raised infinitely high, and in a mont, he stood with a god’s-eye view, looking down upon the entire manor.
But it wasn’t the Long Moon Mansion of now; it was a scene of flying snow and howling winds in the midst of a harsh winter.
The Long Moon Mansion spanned more than three hundred miles in diater; not very large, but also not small.
Looking down from above, one could see its entirety at a glance; no butler or servants, just birds, fish, and animals thriving.
The manor was peaceful, and days passed by.
One day, a flying boat dashed overhead.
It was familiar — Su He’s own flying boat — the first ti he saw it from this angle, he nearly failed to recognize it.
This was a scene from two months prior.
Four or five hours after the flying boat passed, a few people arrived at the gatehouse, including a wealthy young master who extended an iron chain from his palm to bind another middle-aged man who looked strikingly similar to him.
A technique from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace.
Following them was a scholar, covering Elder Qingyuan, soone Su He knew, with a Dust Free Cover.
Qiao Changlun, Elder Qiao.
The cover was exactly the Dust Free Cover.
Elder Qiao and Elder Ge were close friends, and the scholar was Elder Qiao’s master.
At this mont, Elder Qiao was missing an arm, covered in injuries, and bound.
This was an act against his own master and ancestors.
The group arrived beneath the gatehouse, the young man from the Sealed Emperor Great World took out a pair of jade pendants, which were also a pair of Affection Jade Pendants, intending to enter, but he couldn’t find the way in.
After trying to pass through the gatehouse several tis, he was still outside, unable to enter the Long Moon Mansion.
The jade pendants of the Long Moon Mansion required a couple holding love for each other, each with half, to enter the gates simultaneously.
“This place is special; only couples can enter.
The Sect Leader senior brother even cut off part of himself, transforming into a woman, to hold one half of the jade pendants in order to enter.
It’s said that Prince Duko has nurous beloveds; perhaps he could bring one to enter together with him,” suggested the scholar.
The young man referred to as Prince Duko from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace glanced at him, scoffed with disdain, and retorted, “I am their lover, but they are not mine; how could that grant entry?”
He chuckled, and pulling out a small item, which was a miniature stone-carved courtyard complete with butler and servants, he set it on the ground and pointed his halberd at it.
The miniature courtyard released a turbid stream that rged with the gatehouse and infiltrated it.
“This item, my father acquired on his travels through All Heavens, a Strange Land, and with it rged into the Long Moon Mansion, it can transform the mansion into a Strange Land.
The more people who enter, the more it will help the Strange Land consu the mansion.
Regardless if soone finds the pattern to break through or if they make a mistake and get suppressed inside.”
The scholar bowed in admiration, “Indeed, that opens one’s eyes; the Prince has great talent!”
Prince Duko, however, paid no mind to the praise, simply stating, “As long as there’s the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace inside, whatever Feng Yi Ju has, you’ll have!
Achieve great rit, and I might even grant you an Undead body!”
The scholar was imdiately overjoyed.
Just then, a beam of light shot up into the sky from the Northern direction, causing the middle-aged man shackled by Prince Duko’s iron chain to start struggling fiercely, and the Dust Free Cover that enveloped Elder Qiao instantly broke away.
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