73: Chapter 072 Grass Turtle_1 73: Chapter 072 Grass Turtle_1 The sounds from Guiyuan Island were naturally heard by other cultivators.
However, although there was quiet whispering, there wasn’t much discussion, as it was broadly considered unwise to gossip about the host in their own ho.
Everyone’s attention returned to the stages.
There were no few registrants at all five stages.
Su He guessed that the tournant could just barely conclude before the seventh day of the seventh month.
The array of fights on the stages was dizzying.
What a pity that Su He couldn’t make heads or tails of formations and talisman law; the only arena he could sowhat understand was the Fighting Stage.
He took a particular interest in a few competitors, one of whom was a man in red, his weapon a handkerchief.
Although unassuming to the extre, he was truly formidable.
With the handkerchief twisting and winding, it was both defensive and offensive, impervious to fire and water—clearly no ordinary magic artifact.
Then there was the brawny pumpkin-headed man, who seed perpetually on the brink of defeat, yet always had a surge of strength at critical monts to hamr his opponent off the stage.
As night fell, the Fighting Stage had stopped, but the Pill Refining Place was still bustling.
Pill refining is never a rapid process.
There used to be artifact refining to accompany each stage competition, but this ti, with artifact refining caught in cheating, nearly half of the participants turned to a new thod, speeding up the process by over tenfold.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with stars, and formations capable of harnessing star force, unfit for daylight competition, now displayed their might.
The Formation Stage roared with the sound of tigers and dragons, gusts of wind and sudden rains…
A paper crane flew to Su He and, hopping in front of him, turned into a letter: “Co to Longevity Island.”
The four bold characters, still giving off a scent of soy sauce.
Elder Ge had used roast chicken dipping sauce to write him a letter.
Having no idea what matter his master required at such a ti, Su He, carrying Feng Yaya, swam towards Longevity Island.
Several elders were in the midst of a heated debate.
“A ninety-nine-step staircase leads directly to the altar.
Normal people can walk up it, certainly, with their clothes fluttering and an aura of fairy qi around them—it’s quite a sight.
But he is a Dragon Turtle; he’ll have to crawl up!
Imagine a turtle sticking its behind in the air, crawling up such high stairs.
Where’s the dignity in that?”
“Then what do you propose we do?
The ninety-nine-step staircase is a tradition from ancient tis; we can’t simply change it!”
The elders were arguing about how to properly conduct the altar ceremony.
Qiao Changlun, stroking his mustache, declared with finality, “Isn’t it simple?
Bury the entire altar underground.
When the Dragon Turtle stands atop the altar, and the hour arrives, let the altar rise from the earth along with it—shocking!
Majestic!
Regal!”
Su He stood to the side, not understanding the situation.
A Divine Beast Induction Ceremony requires so much pomp and grandeur?
He wanted to ask, but it wasn’t his place to speak.
As soon as he arrived, people began taking his asurents for the altar construction.
Elder Ge handed him a jade slip before promptly trying to send him away from Longevity Island.
He only told him that it contained the content of the ceremony.
Su He pressed the jade slip to his forehead, and it took him quite a while to realize that this was the attribute panel he had ntioned days ago!
It had been brought to life, sowhat unexpectedly.
If what Su He had wanted was comparable to a smartphone, this panel now was like a prival computer, the kind that occupies hundreds of square feet.
But it was a panel, indeed!
Stunned, he looked at Elder Ge: “Master, how can this be?
This isn’t what your disciple created!”
By this point, Su He was no longer the naive cultivator he once was; having attended classes at Li Nan Yuan, he knew quite a bit about the basic knowledge of cultivation.
A ceremony of this scale was ant to bestow Innate Divine Abilities!
Elder Ge pursed his lips in disdain: “If not for you first proposing the panel, and only you able to conduct the ceremony, do you think this good fortune would have fallen to you?”
Elder Ge looked down on him.
Ya Ya’s laughter rang out like silver bells, as she playfully slapped Su He’s shell.
Sullen, Su He returned to the water and swam towards the center of Tinghai Lake.
Chou Nu’er, in her rmaid form, swam soundlessly beside him.
After six or seven miles, an enormous Grass Turtle blocked their essential path.
This Grass Turtle was twice the size of Su He and far more delicate and charming, making it obvious that she was a female.
“Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend,” the female turtle greeted from afar.
A Turtle Demon.
In recent days, no turtle demon species have entered Qingyuan Gate; all aquatic demon species entering Tinghai Lake would greet Su He to avoid misunderstandings underwater.
This turtle demon must be new, or perhaps a transford big demon from the Demonic Realm, who showed its true form at night to enter Tinghai Lake.
“Daoist friend, please do not be offended, for I belong to the turtle species, and it is only proper to pay respects to the Dragon Turtle in my true form,” she said earnestly.
“I was supposed to pay a visit to the Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend this morning, but the younger generation of my sect rudely offended the Daoist Friend.
That is why there has been a delay,” she shook her head, her tone sowhat helpless.
The Changsong Gate?
“Indeed, it is the sect to which I belong.”
The turtle demon chuckled bitterly and said, “I ca tonight not to bother you without due cause, but to apologize.
Should opportunity arise in the future, I hope to discuss the art of playing the zither and exchanging philosophies with the Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend.”
She shook her body, and astonishingly, she crawled out of her shell, transforming into a beam of light that landed on the turtle shell; she was a woman who appeared to be in her thirties, bowing respectfully to Su He: “This shell was shed when I transford into a human, and retains a touch of mystery.
I give it to the Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend; if it aids you in advancing even a step further, my contribution would be imasurable.”
She bowed again, turned, and walked away, gazing at the moon.
Her graceful figure ignited the imagination.
Perhaps there was an attraction between those of the turtle species?
Su He felt an unexpected stir in his heart.
Feng Yaya sat on the turtle shell, pouting, and said unhappily, “I don’t like her!”
Chou Nu’er swam beside Su He, her eyes lighting up, surprised to find common ground with Feng Yaya.
She swam to the side of the turtle shell and tapped it, producing a sonorous tallic sound.
The heavy shell floated in the water without sinking.
It wasn’t until she pressed it that it triggered a chanism and began to sink toward the lakebed.
Waiting to be examined just as Gu Lin arrived, steering a small boat to pick up Feng Yaya.
Based on the ti, it was the day for the little girl to enter her deep sleep.
When she awoke, it would be just in ti for Su He’s apprenticing ceremony.
Feng Yaya waved farewell reluctantly to Su He, following Gu Lin as she left; then, suddenly she returned, fetching a purse to give to Chou Nu’er.
Chou Nu’er gave her a pair of bright pearl earrings, and she returned with a purse.
Only then, satisfied, did she follow Gu Lin away.
Chou Nu’er held the purse, blinking with a slight smile on her lips.
Apart from riding on the King’s back, which displeased so, this little girl was quite lovable.
Su He watched the small boat depart and then dived beneath the water, swishing her tail.
Grass Turtle’s shell lay quietly on the lake bed, and Su He looked at it, feeling as if the shell was an art piece, every line exuding charm.
Looking at it was like admiring an object worth over a hundred thousand in a past life…
No, that’s not right!
Su He was startled and imdiately turned away from the shell, humming lowly to Chou Nu’er.
Go quickly, bring your mother-in-law here!
Long Min and the other mbers of the Tian Shui Clan were still modifying the formation of Tinghai Lake.
The formation set up by Su Huanian was not so easy to alter, proving quite difficult to operate.
Chou Nu’er, with her rmaid tail, swiftly left and soon returned with Long Min.
“King, you called for ?” Upon entering the water and showing his rmaid form, Long Min looked quite youthful, no longer the image of old age, appearing to be only in his forties with rely so wrinkles on his face.
Su He humd lowly.
Check this turtle shell; there is sothing wrong with it.
The Tian Shui Clan revered the turtle species, and their research on turtles even surpassed that of Elder Ge.
With a gentle tap of his staff on the turtle shell, Long Min sent ripples spreading out, and an illusion appeared before Su He.
Suddenly, there was a mother turtle undulating in the water, and then a beautiful woman dancing alone under the moon, her movents enchanting and captivating.
After Long Min tapped with his staff, the illusion faded, and a look of amusent spread across his face.
“King, this is an attempt by soone to steal your progeny and spread your lineage for you,” he said.
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