Chapter Eighty-Four: The Remarkable Turtle Cultivator

In his palm stood a small golden stone figure, about a foot tall. The golden stone puppet emitted no aura, yet its presence was brimming with intelligence.

A hush fell over the room.

The old man stared at the golden stone puppet. Ning Yuhe fixed his gaze on Su Yizhao.

"My dear disciple! Surely you don't think that by activating the power of the Eight Illusory Realm with a supreme-grade profound stone, you can deal with me!" The old man's eyes sparkled as he spoke with a smile.

He coveted the Ten Illusory Realm golden stone puppet as well. Supreme-grade spirit stones were rare, but with his cultivation, he could find one or two if he set his mind to it. Then, it would be like having a Ten Illusory Realm cultivator at his side—what prestige! Even without a supreme-grade spirit stone, who would know? This was what made such artifacts formidable. They did not need to be used; their mere presence was a deterrent.

Su Yizhao sighed softly. "A full-force strike from the Ten Illusory Realm. I hope you can withstand it."

With that, his right hand dropped, fingers moving swiftly in a secret gesture.

The golden stone puppet floated in midair, its thumb-sized fist clenched, and gently swung toward the old man's forehead.

The old man's smile froze instantly.

He suddenly raised his hand to shield his forehead!

Ning Yuhe trembled all over and turned to look at the old man.

The old man's right hand covered his forehead, his palm unscathed.

He glanced at the golden stone puppet.

The once lifelike golden stone puppet was now stiff and motionless.

"Ha, haha!" Seeing the old man unharmed, Ning Yuhe burst into wild laughter once more.

He pointed at Su Yizhao and berated him, "Country bumpkin! You dare to mingle in the immortal cultivators’ world without even a supreme-grade profound stone?"

Su Yizhao stared at the old man, grasped the golden stone puppet in his right hand, and his eyes darkened.

The old man's eyes grew increasingly cloudy, and the right hand shielding his forehead slowly lowered.

"Senior, kill him! He dared disrespect you and never intended to acknowledge you as his master!" Ning Yuhe's laughter halted as he fixed his gaze on Su Yizhao.

When the old man's hand dropped and his forehead was revealed, Su Yizhao shuddered.

A hole appeared in the old man's forehead.

A hole that went clean through his skull!

No blood, no brain matter. No trace of a wound, no shattered space.

A full-force strike from the Ten Illusory Realm—its terror was absolute!

It seemed to appear suddenly, granting the old man no pain.

Ning Yuhe saw Su Yizhao’s body tremble and jeered, "Scared, aren't you? Haha, too late, even if you kneel and beg—!"

Su Yizhao had no patience for him and simply gestured toward the old man.

Ning Yuhe turned his head in confusion!

The old man’s body slowly collapsed.

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Ning Yuhe screamed, "Impossible!"

As his cry rang out, he shot upward with all his strength.

In that moment, a golden light shot from Su Yizhao's hand.

The golden light overtook him, as if waiting atop the roof for Ning Yuhe's head—it pierced his crown in an instant.

Just as Ning Yuhe's head was about to hit the ceiling, he was struck by some powerful force, and his body plummeted downward.

The old man's corpse happened to fall onto the bed.

"Bang!"

Ning Yuhe's corpse slammed into the old man's chest.

The three bodies stacked atop the wooden bed, which groaned under the weight.

The young man sleeping soundly remained blissfully unaware.

Su Yizhao beckoned lightly, and two storage rings flew into his hand.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stared at the old man, fear dawning in his eyes.

The old man's corpse began to change.

It grew larger, pushing Ning Yuhe’s corpse off his chest and onto the floor.

A golden tortoise shell emerged from the old man's body.

Su Yizhao snapped to attention!

He quickly moved, stowing both corpses in the storage rings, and retreated, vanishing from the room in a blink.

"Cough, cough!"

A moment later, the young man sleeping lightly coughed twice and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes roved the room.

No one.

Confusion clouded his face. Just now, in his dream, he seemed to hear voices. Was it really a dream?

Su Yizhao hurried through the crowded streets.

The bustling crowd had no idea that just moments ago, a pinnacle Nine Illusory Realm demon had died a violent death.

Su Yizhao’s thoughts were in disarray.

So it truly was a demon! Not only had the demons come ashore, but they had infiltrated as far as Huanglong County City.

Capable of disguising themselves, of bribing human cultivators—how terrifying!

If so, had they infiltrated other county cities as well?

"Fellow Daoist Su!"

Suddenly, a voice called from the crowd.

Su Yizhao jumped in fright and, fixing his gaze, was stunned.

Qin Hongyi!

It was Qin Hongyi who called out to him!

"Fellow Daoist Su, you seem to be in a hurry. Where are you headed? Shall I accompany you?" Qin Hongyi, clad in a low-cut red dress, blended well into the crowd.

After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, personalities varied, and there were plenty of cultivators dressed even more oddly than she.

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Headache!

Su Yizhao hadn’t expected to run into her so coincidentally!

Could Qin Hongyi be part of their group?

"Fellow Daoist Qin, you should hurry and take care of your brother!" Su Yizhao lifted his foot to leave.

Qin Hongyi exclaimed in surprise, "Take care of my brother?"

Su Yizhao cursed inwardly.

If not your brother, then whose brother?

Qin Hongyi looked puzzled. "I've been an orphan since childhood—how could I have a brother? Could someone be impersonating me?"

Su Yizhao was stunned.

Qin Hongyi thought he was joking and, without invitation, edged closer. "Fellow Daoist Su, how about you be my brother?"

"No," Su Yizhao replied, not lingering, he strode off quickly.

Qin Hongyi watched as he vanished into the crowd and murmured, "Wealthy, well-connected, with bright eyes—he may not be terribly handsome, but his bearing is truly captivating! If only he were a bit more formidable in a fight, he’d be perfect!"

Su Yizhao rushed to the teleportation array; with a flash of white light, he returned to Kaoshan City.

Schemes abound in County City; here, it’s far more welcoming!

He sighed inwardly.

After discovering the old man was a demon, he thought all mysteries were resolved.

But after meeting Qin Hongyi, he felt it wasn't so simple.

"The demons have infiltrated so deeply—if I don't hurry to strengthen myself, it’ll really be too late!" he thought, urgency rising within him.

He had believed that advancing his soul power to the sixth stage, with such a leap in strength, would grant him some respite.

Yet, the moment he emerged, he encountered a peak Nine Illusory Realm demon.

Luckily, he possessed the golden stone puppet and a supreme-grade spirit stone, preserving his life and turning the tables.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have died miserably before Ning Yuhe?

Come to think of it, he owed the acquisition of the golden stone puppet to Ning Yuhe.

Without his schemes, how would the puppet have ended up in his hands?

"This debt is impossible to untangle!"

Without pause, he headed straight for the auction house.

"Most other factions recommend cultivators at the peak of the Six Divine Realms. Does our Kaoshan City branch's candidate have any chance of winning?" someone asked in the auction hall.

Gou Jiancheng smiled mildly. "There shouldn’t be any problem."

The cultivator sighed. "You manage external affairs, I handle internal ones, so I shouldn't meddle, but you say 'no problem' every year, and every year we fail to break out of Kaoshan City—it’s been many years!"

Gou Jiancheng’s face showed embarrassment.

"This time, there’ll be no problem. Our recommended young cultivator has gone to Huanglong County City for training—and in the Eternal Training Chamber!"

"That wealthy? Surely you didn't borrow funds again!"

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