Don't Mess with that Turtle-Chapter 39 - 038 Dice_1

39: Chapter 038 Dice_1

39 -038 Dice_1

Three black-clothed figures exchanged glances and immediately retreated the way they had come.

Their mission was accomplished.

Inside the Prison, Lu Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had emerged from this scheme unscathed; the Sect Leader would take care of the rest.

Now—it was time to get to work!

Being imprisoned in the Prison wasn’t about comfortable convalescence; it meant mining for Netherstone.

The mining site for Netherstone was cursed with an evil aura that softened the sinews and damaged the foundations.

Only prisoners were required to go in.

In a special space, the unkempt old Daoist came to his senses after a long while, his thoughts painfully pricked as if by needles of Divine Sense.

He sensed something amiss.

It was plausible for the Divine God Turtle to pass the second trial, but to extinguish his thoughts directly—that was impossible!

Could the Daoist’s millennia of cultivation have gone to the dogs?

Yet the spatial zone blocked Divine Sense, allowing him to control things only slightly through the Formation in the courtyard and the mechanical sensing of the token—it was not enough for a full understanding of the inner situation.

Xia Dali’s supervision should have prevented any cheating by the turtle, could it be another Divine Skill of the Divine God Beast?

Like those three agile strands of Control water?

The inherited talent was indeed extraordinary, but alas, it would not pass the third trial, the old Daoist’s lips slightly curling up in a smirk.

The third trial was a paradox!

“Ancestor…” whispered the Taoist Boy, “You smile so sinisterly, have you set traps in the third trial?”

“Nonsense!” the old Daoist replied sternly, “How could a cultivator resort to setting traps?

It’s a test…

a test for those on the path of cultivation—it’s a trial!”

The Taoist Boy rolled his eyes, “So, Ancestor, what kind of impossible trial have you set up, just to show off to me?”

“Is there truly a trial that is absolutely impassable?” the unkempt old Daoist coughed and argued defensively, “I merely set a threshold…”

The third trial was not a barrier, but merely required participants to possess a human heart.

Put simply, you may be a turtle, but you must have the cognition of a human, truly believing yourself to be human from the depths of your heart!

This was the limitation the old Daoist set for his own successors.

Without a human heart, how could one become a disciple?

The thought of taking in that Little Turtle was because he sensed a slight chance that it could obtain the Demonic Fruit.

Would a beast that has transformed into a human through Demonic Fruit still be called a beast?

Speaking the human language, eating human food, dealing with human affairs—how was this any different from people like the old Daoist who possessed a beast’s body?

But the Divine God Turtle was different; it could never transform into a human through Demonic.

Demon and Divine God Beast are two completely different species; a Divine God Beast takes pride in its own kind, how could it possibly develop a heart that yearns to be human?

Only two types of turtles could pass the third trial: one that had transformed into a human through Demonic, and one like him who, with a turtle body, had cultivated through the Transforming Beast Guide.

The Divine God Turtle did not belong to either category.

To cultivate the old Daoist’s techniques, one could only wait for the old Daoist to return, and if he deemed it appropriate to take one as a disciple…

Ah!

Suddenly, he shouted in alarm and sprang up, “What boundless fortune!” Feedback from the courtyard’s Formation indicated that the Divine God Turtle had passed the Formation trial and entered the inner courtyard.

The old Daoist was stunned!

He pondered the conditions he had set for passing the trials, unable to find any loopholes to exploit.

A Divine God Turtle could not possibly possess a human heart, and a human practicing the Transforming Beast Guide couldn’t possibly cultivate a Divine God Beast.

Humans practicing the Transforming Beast Guide could only cultivate ordinary beasts and then progressively advance to Exotic Beasts; this was the only path.

What was the explanation for this turtle?

Could it be that from the moment of breaking its shell, it was raised by humans, treated as their child, and thus deep down never knew it was a turtle?

Who would raise a beast as their child?

It was impossible even over tens of millions of years.

Where had things gone wrong?

The old Daoist was baffled.

Several times he pointed his finger, intending to remotely close the doors to the quiet room to prevent the leakage of his Cultivation Technique.

But he never went through with it.

People can be petty, but they shouldn’t be faithless.

He had already promised the technique after three trials; changing his mind at this stage was not the act of a gentleman.

…

In the backyard of the Courtyard of the Turtle and Crane, Qing pushed open the large door to the quiet room and barely squeezed in.

The inheritance of the cultivation technique that came after surpassing three trials was right here.

The doors to the adjacent Pill Room and Instrument room were sealed, only the door to the quiet room could be opened, the implication was self-evident.

The interior of the quiet room was empty except for a large grindstone-sized foam jade turtle at the center and a cushion next to it.

The foam jade was extremely transparent, and one could see the meridians and acupoints made of gold and silver materials inside the turtle body.

Beasts also have meridians and acupoints, but few people studied them.

In the Transcendence Realm, the Offering Bones process wasn’t just about the bones, it also included bloodlines, meridians, internal organs, and more—the meridian acupoints within this jade turtle alone were worth a fortune to Qing.

Memorize it!

A dice fell from the sky, spinning on top of the turtle’s head, showing four dots.

A light flashed within the body of the jade turtle; the meridians remained unchanged, but the number of acupoints had increased by more than three hundred, dense like stars in the night sky.

Qing’s eyes lit up, this suggested that the diagram of the turtle’s meridians and acupoints was not his reward for passing the trials; it was an unexpected windfall.

Qing suddenly remembered, were the swordsmanship skills of those three black-clothed men also an accident?

Qing was a bit skeptical, but now was not the time to think about it—the additional three hundred acupoints within the turtle were at risk of disappearing at any moment; they were temporary markings meant only for his memory, and would not exist for long.

Qing watched the jade turtle without blinking.

Just now, the black-clothed men had unknowingly fed him some Pill Medicine that cleared his mind after dizziness, allowing him a photographic memory.

Qing continued observing until the light from the acupoints had vanished.

Only after he was sure he had memorized all four hundred or so acupoints did he turn his attention elsewhere.

Next to the cushion lay a jade slip, evidently where the room’s owner used to sit facing the turtle, exploring its meridians and acupoints while creating a cultivation technique.

Unable to pick up the jade slip, Qing simply bumped the turtle’s head against it.

He knew how to use a jade slip; a year ago on a small island, he ran into a disheveled and drunk Taoist who talked about Taoism for three days.

At the height of the discussion, the Taoist pressed a simple jade against Qing’s forehead, guiding him to see for himself.

It was for this reason that, upon sobering up, the Taoist realized Qing’s extraordinary spirit wisdom and made a promise for the seventh day of the seventh month when the lotus flowers bloom.

Unfortunately, the Taoist did not leave his name.

However, the Taoist had distinctive traits: untidy, a heavy drinker, accompanied by a Profound Moon Realm camel—unlikely to be an unknown figure, perhaps someone familiar with the Beast Language could inquire about him.

The disheveled Taoist was Qing’s mentor in Taoism, and now that he had arrived at Qingyuan Gate, it was only right to pay a visit.

Guided by divine sense, the cultivation technique from the jade slip flowed into Qing’s mind.

Turtle Breathing Longevity Technique

This was the name of the cultivation technique; just as Qing had memorized its contents, a die fell from the sky, rolling to a stop above his head with five dots facing up.

The information in his mind about the Turtle Breath Longevity Secret changed.

It had advanced.

Qing: “???”

His face was full of question marks. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

This secret book should have been his reward for passing the trials, but why was there a dice?

A dice would only appear upon receiving fortune that was not originally one’s own.

Could it be that Su Huanian had deceived him, and there were no trials at all?

Had he become a thief who stole others’ cultivation techniques?

Qing spat out the Token of Trial, which had changed, clearly stating the trial was passed.

That meant…

the owner of this cultivation technique didn’t actually want to pass it on to him, was it forcibly taken by Su Huanian?

Or perhaps the trial was set with challenges he could never pass, meant to stop him but somehow he had unwittingly succeeded.

Was it the black-clothed men or the Streaked Python?

Of the three trials, Qing was only confident about passing the Log Man Gate, the most suspicious being the black-clothed men.

Thinking back on it, it always seemed like the black-clothed men were going easy on him.

Clearly having murderous intent, they did not act but only drove him towards this place, nothing more.

Moreover, not only did they help Qing resist the Log Man, they also gave him Pill Medicine to help him get past the Streaked Python—this was beyond simply going easy on him, this was akin to spoon-feeding.

Only a mother would do such a thing.