1037: Chapter 297: Subtle Influence_2 1037: Chapter 297: Subtle Influence_2 “Clothes?”
“What are you thinking about?
Of course not!” The Toad nearly jumped up.
Su He narrowed his eyes, speaking faintly, “Marriage Certificate?”
The Toad was taken aback, shrank its neck, and said cautiously, “I don’t know…”
Su He nodded, then asked, “The Cultivation Technique Ji Feixue transmitted to me to refine True Yuan, do you recognize it?”
The Toad did not speak.
“Formation?” Like the Three Talents Formation, the Yin Yang Parent-Child Array, and so on, all require the integration of True Yuan.
The Toad shook its head, “No!”
“Alchemy?” The integration of True Yuan through Alchemy methods is also feasible.
“No!”
“Dual Cultivation Technique?” Su He asked softly, his voice trembling slightly with a hint of excitement.
The Toad, shrinking its head and with eyes looking sneaky, said, “I don’t know…”
Understood!
Su He chuckled, “When we return, I’ll treat you to some shrimp!”
The Toad suddenly looked up, then shook its head like a rattle drum, “Stop joking, I haven’t said anything, why reward me when I haven’t accomplished anything?”
Su He laughed, noticing that the Toad was indeed frightened by Ji Feixue when he wasn’t aware.
Su He rubbed its head, “Who said you haven’t achieved anything?
Fighting for Destruction, Opening the Heaven, Proof of the Xuanwu…
Which one did you miss?”
The Toad blinked, Proof of the Xuanwu was indeed missed, almost killed by a glance from Ji Feixue, but… after being mentioned by Little Turtle, it really did play a significant role.
It immediately stood tall, “I want ten, no smaller than your Turtle Shell!”
Su He glared at it.
The Toad shrank its neck, muttering softly, “Even half the size of your shell is fine…”
That’s more like it!
Su He opened his eyes, looking toward Ji Feixue at his side, “Wife.”
“Hm?” Ji Feixue looked over.
Su He’s eyes brightened, and amidst Ji Feixue’s confusion, he laughed heartily, “You agreed!”
Ji Feixue’s face turned cold, but Su He didn’t wait for her to react, quickly saying, “Let’s go!
I’ve recovered some, let’s check inside.
I’ve been here before, I’ll lead you in.”
Inside the Undamaged Forbidden Land—almost no change.
From the inheritance rift, the Forbidden Land remained as it was in Ancient Times.
At that time, Baiyin had brought him here, although they directly headed to the vault to steal the White Tiger’s True Blood, they also visited many places, just never stole anything else.
Of course, this time they weren’t here to steal treasures.
They weren’t here to play thieves this time.
Su He always felt the Tao Rhythm emanating from this place was somewhat familiar, and wished to take a look.
Ji Feixue slightly frowned, “What are you doing here?”
“Shh!” Su He gestured for silence, “In Ancient Times, followed a wild monkey, came in and stole something.
Wanna go in and see?”
Ji Feixue shook her head, “Better to meditate properly, recover all your power.”
A battle could come at any time, how could they frivolously waste time?
Meditate?
Su He was stunned, like White Spirit?
As they spoke, the rift flashed, and two figures came through in succession, faces wary and their Magical Treasures glinting with light.
Two elders from the Tian Nu Clan.
These two truly fit the normal character design, never having heard of the existence of something like White Tiger, and seeing the White Tiger Rift sealed, naturally entered through the inheritance rift first.
Upon entering, a formidable aura confronted them.
Both of their gazes fell on Su He opposite them.
Both exclaimed in surprise, “Dragon Turtle!”
“He!”
The two looked at each other, when had a Dragon Turtle entered the Forbidden Land?
Also, they had never heard of the existence of such a being in the Dragon Turtle Tribe.
This was a Dragon Turtle of the Opening Heaven Three-fold.
They took the lead in bowing, “We’ve seen Friend He, welcome to the Undamaged Realm, but…
we don’t know why you are here?
Why in our clan’s Forbidden Land?”
Su He waved a paw, “No need for a big fuss, friends, it’s me!”
Both were taken aback.
They recognized the voice.
“Friend, surely you are not from the Tian Nu Clan, but we never imagined you were from the Dragon Turtle Tribe,” Wangjun lamented, while in his heart, the waves surged.
A Dragon Turtle able to cultivate a human body?
Indeed, the world is vast and full of wonders!
No wonder the Dragon Turtle Tribe wielded their Divine Skills so adeptly.
Could this individual be a traitor of the Dragon Turtle Tribe as well?
Do all the traitors of the Four Spirits Divine God Beast clans have human bodies?
He thought to himself, and stealthily glanced at Ji Feixue.
Ji Feixue furrowed her brows, indeed she still disliked being watched by others—regardless of gender.
Compared to this person, the blatant gaze of Su He somehow made her feel more comfortable.
He always felt this person harbored no good intentions.
Wangjun naturally didn’t ask much, his glance merely spurred by curiosity.
As curiosity had just arisen, it was immediately quashed by the shockwaves in his heart.
He had just reacted.
A young turtle, not yet mature, at only the Opening Heaven Three-fold, could suppress the Avatar of Big Freedom Bodhisattva in battle, leaving them completely powerless to fight back.
Is the world of Divine God Beasts this insane?
However, Maple Ancestor didn’t ponder too much, simply marveling for a moment before bowing and asking, “May I ask the two Daoist Friends, where is the Avatar of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva at this moment?”
They had been suppressed by the Big Freedom Bodhisattva; had it not been for the rescue by the Dragon Turtle Daoist Friend, who knows how long they would have remained trapped.
They couldn’t catch up upon emerging, despite rushing through two tunnels—being members of the Tian Nu Clan, they faced no obstructions from the Netherworld pathways, and their passage was unimpeded.
Yet upon exit, they didn’t see Big Freedom Bodhisattva and Su He, sensing only the remnants of the great battle.
They entered to find the Dragon Turtle, utterly drained of True Yuan.
Su He smiled, “Right now, he is next door.
Probably hopping mad!”
Having forcefully seized the White Tiger Rift, to enter yet be unable to act, it would be strange not to be frantic!
…
After the White Tiger Rift was a dark space, resembling a magnified tiger’s den.
Unfortunately, the tiger was not present, or rather, the tiger had already died.
A swirl of gold and white Qi circulated in the air, emitting an unmatched killing intent.
Not that the killing intent was particularly strong.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva had experienced the wars of the Mystery Yellow Falling Era, had seen the true Divine God Killing, had seen the last of the Immortals fall.
Such killing intent, even slightly touched, could annihilate nations, destroy a world.
That presence was many times more powerful than the leftover killing Qi of this place’s White Tiger, incomparable.
Yet, this specific killing intent of the White Tiger was pure, devoid of hate or resentment, simply pure and upright killing intent.
This is precisely what the Big Freedom Bodhisattva coveted most.
Right then, the Big Freedom Bodhisattva was like a skin-deep illusion, a phantom figure spreading Monk Kuran’s flesh body on the floor, patching and repairing.
This body was nearly ruined, barely usable this one time, unlikely to enter the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven.
Indeed, the main body had to spend Buddha Force, cast a Buddha shadow, condense a Sami, and truly make the journey.
Yet, it was also perfect, not only for a visit to the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven but also to acquire the Marriage Certificate and the impostor from Tian Nu Clan.
Each was a rare treasure in this world, all requiring his personal effort.
Like Ji Feixue and that man, rare demons of this world, before heaven sought their destruction, their luck thrived bizarrely, the Buddha World’s monks already weak in merits, further interference likely to result in losses.
Even if not losses, other unforeseeable incidents would make it difficult to achieve merits.
Only he could handle it without fail.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva was repairing his body, occasionally looking up at the drifting killing Qi.
After a while, the phantom figure dove into the corpse, stamped his foot, and leapt up, reaching for the pure killing Qi.
The giant Buddha hand gripped.
The killing Qi slipped through his fingers—like ordinary people unable to grasp air.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s expression shifted slightly, then with a backhand, grabbed again.
Still, he didn’t grasp it.
His expression darkened completely.
Actually, with his Boundary Status, one attempt was enough to know the outcome; he was merely unwilling to give up.
This White Tiger Killing Qi was not mere killing Qi; it was a bizarre Qi refined by someone.
The conditions didn’t match, it was fundamentally impossible to obtain.
Even what this Qi exactly was, what it was meant for, he didn’t know!
He could only sense the killing intent, nothing else.
Was it left by that Immortal Sovereign who arranged this place?
In terms of combat power, Big Freedom Bodhisattva claimed to be no weaker than the Immortal Sovereign, but in terms of methods—cultivators of this era, unable to push open the Fairy Sect, couldn’t use many Immortal techniques.
He looked around, found nothing.
In his eyes, an inexplicable meaning churned.
According to his custom, if a treasure was fated for him, it should naturally be taken.
If it was fated but not destined, he would wait for the rightful owner, let them take it, then guide the owner to convert into the Buddha World.
The treasure, treasure or not, naturally didn’t matter.
However, under circumstances like the current one, if the treasure was absolutely not fated— he had a strong feeling, the treasure must belong to that man and woman.
In such a case, it was proper to destroy this place, disperse the White Tiger Qi, and prevent anyone else from obtaining it.
Otherwise, wouldn’t that be aiding the enemy?