Chapter 206

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, ready to explode at a touch.

Jiang Ye's heart slowly began to drum; the great formation that even demon beasts could not handle, and those imprisoned were certainly not ordinary folk, so when it emerged, Jiang Ye tensed his whole body, ready to sacrifice himself at any moment.

When the moment arrived, he only then realized the opponent's speed was truly too fast!

"We must stop it!" Even if it meant sacrificing himself, he could not let it go out to wreak havoc on the world!

Beside Jiang Ye were the others, equally frightened, who in a moment all lashed out; that dreaded big white egg flickered in midair like a slippery loach.

"Not good!"

Ling Yue: "Mmm~"

She touched her heavy chest, soft and soft, the smooth eggshell actually like soft jelly pudding, and the big white egg bumped headfirst into her arms.

It spoke in a cute baby voice, obediently and adorably: "Pretty sister~ I've come to play with you~"

Although I don't know how to describe this feeling, the relief is genuine, including Daoist Priest Zhi Yi who had already formed a hand seal, and the others all turned their gazes to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue: "..."

For some reason, a bold idea popped into her head, but she didn't say it; instead she hugged the big white egg and firmly refused: "No."

Unexpectedly, it knew how to compromise: "Can you raise me? I'll definitely be good!"

It sure likes staying beside the great beauty, feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort; before its amnesia, it must have liked her a lot!

Yes, amnesia.

The big white egg awoke long, long ago, but after waking it found its mind a blank, and so it remained trapped in the lightless underground, bored to the point its eggshell might mold.

These were the first humans it had ever seen, oh, and also beasts; that ugly monster that had just escaped was somewhat familiar to it, but it could be certain it would never like it, because it was simply too ugly!

If favorability could be displayed, then its favorability toward Ling Yue would be two hundred percent! It had reached the point where lust overwhelms wisdom.

After hearing its words, Ling Yue froze for a moment, her fine long eyelashes slightly lowering; not answering was the best answer.

Jiang Ye hesitated, weighing things, when Ling Yue spoke before any discussion: "Good."

She looked at Jiang Ye: "Since it likes me so much now and won't attack me, let me temporarily foster it."

She didn't believe that even she and Jun Jun together could not defeat an egg that had not yet emerged.

Since it poses a threat, it might as well be kept by my side.

After the big white egg broke the formation, they searched the surroundings for other traces.

And indeed they found them.

Around the ancient great formation, the eight directions secretly corresponded to the numbers of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, each engraved with several complex characters; what they are remains to be tested.

Jiang Ye led the team in taking photos for evidence, while Ling Yue wandered about holding the big white egg; beside her, Jun Jun had already assumed human form, he didn't bother to quibble with an egg, but his gaze was not friendly.

After all, no matter how lively and cute the egg acts, it is still a demonic entity suppressed by the great formation; although it looks rather pure and kind, if it dared to hurt Ling Yue……

Jun Jun's expression was solemn.

Ling Yue walked and stopped, suddenly realizing something; she covered her forehead and sighed: "Xiao Bai, what is your identity? Have you discovered anything in the formation?"

Big White Egg: "I have amnesia."

The clear, bright voice echoed through the cavern; in an instant, everyone who heard it felt their eyes light up: "Amnesia is great, amnesia is wonderful!"

Ling Yue was also startled; the next second, the big white egg earnestly said: "But I have a pretty sister; I'm not the least bit nervous, staying by her side feels so comfortable!"

Poor thing, it doesn't know how to express itself; its bland and impoverished language is utterly useless.

The big white egg suddenly startled, feeling it shouldn't be like this, too uncultured, so it said: "I just have amnesia; I can't remember the past, but now I sleep on books every day, I'm still quite cultured!"

Ling Yue blinked: "On the books?"

The big white egg, aka Xiao Bai, suddenly leapt onto the short tree stump, utterly ordinary.

If it hadn't brought it up itself, Ling Yue would likely never have discovered this secret even in the end.

After splitting it open with a Dharma Seal, the low tree stump resembled a game boss dropping equipment; unlike others who get flashy weapons and skills, for Ling Yue it was a stack of dark-covered ancient books.

She opened it and at first sight her pupils contracted sharply: "Vajra Seal?"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Priest Zhi Yi could no longer contain himself; he implored Ling Yue without hesitation to let him look, and upon seeing it he became even more excited than she had been.

The Sect Leader, always of immortal bearing and Daoist bone, flushed red: "Ancient texts! They are the long-lost scriptures of my Daoist sect!"

He deeply bowed to Ling Yue and then congratulated her on the spot: "Congratulations, you have obtained the ancient texts!"

This demeanor was quite proper and upright; Ling Yue glanced slightly and said: "Thank you."

Later, after she studied them carefully, she realized that these fallen skill books were exactly what she needed in the snow!

She had long wanted to boost her strength; these books even contained predecessors' reading notes and insights, sometimes just a few strokes that made her mind crystal clear, and mostly they were skill books, nearly split open and ground up to be fed into her mouth.

Ling Yue absorbed knowledge like a sponge, hungry and thirsty, but she didn't read long before closing the books.

"We should leave first and talk about this later," she said; as she spoke, she saw Daoist Priest Zhi Yi's contemplative expression, a flicker of realization in his eyes—such a vast collection of ancient texts, for the Orthodox Unity Sect and indeed the whole Daoist tradition, is an existence not to be underestimated.

Just pulling out any one of them would be enough to stir up a bloody storm.

What's more, there are so many of them here.

To say he wasn't moved would be absolutely false, especially for Daoist Priest Zhi Yi, who had been stuck at a bottleneck for years; his heart pounded wildly, unprecedented excitement and thrill stimulating his blood vessels to constrict.

Ling Yue's ambiguous words gave him a hint of hope, and the others nodded as well; this thing is the egg, uh, no, Xiao Bai gave it to her, so what reason do they have to demand it?

Ling Yue straddled Jun Jun's back; she had actually made the decision long ago, she slightly curled her lips and leaned to his ear, saying: "This trip was not in vain!"

With wings sprouting on its back, the handsome, heroic great tiger suddenly stiffened; the warm scent enveloping the girl's faint fragrance was like a fine net wrapping it.

Jun Jun had no intention of struggling; he willingly fell into the love net.

His body also took on her scent.

At the moment of landing, Ling Yue finally relaxed; the ancient texts had all been hidden away in the picture‑scroll world.

Afterward, the Sect Leader Daoist Priest Zhi Yi's first act was to offer sincere thanks, completely lacking any cultivator's arrogance; indeed, he was extremely obedient.

How to describe it? It was like a junior treating a senior.

Ling Yue held a cup of tea, thinking of this matter, she suddenly froze; at this moment, Daoist Priest Zhi Yi also wore a solemn expression.

After a while, he finally made a decision.

"Ling Yue senior, could you tell me who taught you your Dao arts? This is clearly… clearly the secret transmission of our Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Sect; or did you receive instruction from a senior?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his glance toward Ling Yue flashing with varied colors.

Ling Yue: "My master—"

She suddenly recalled a huge turtle floating up in her mind, clack-clacking across the wooden floor, running swiftly, saying as it ran: "It's not my fault, the liquor moved first!"

Finally unable to escape, faced with Ling Yue's steady gaze and cold stare, he simply threw caution to the wind—

"I'm old now, what's a little drink? Even the turtle doesn't know how many good years it has left."

Hearing this, Ling Yue immediately laughed in anger. A thousand-year tortoise, ten-thousand-year turtle— and the Feng Shui Turtle Master is only five hundred years old; saying that is unpleasant, maybe in the end it'll even send itself away.

She once again confiscated the wine bottle; the Feng Shui Turtle Master pleaded pitifully, but Ling Yue had long forged an iron-hearted disposition, and nearly every day at home she matched wits and courage against the Feng Shui Turtle Master.

"Ling senior?"

Ling Yue startled, then quickly regained composure, meeting a vigorous face; she jumped in fright: "It's nothing, nothing."

Ling Yue bit her lip: "I believe what you've said, but everything I learned was taught by my master; as for my master—"

Jing Shi.

Another bright sunny day, the house had sun fruit, the temperature comparable to early pleasant spring-summer; the Feng Shui Turtle Master has been very relaxed lately, lying on the prepared coral velvet carpet, with a snatched wine bottle beside it, living the good life.

The delicious fruit wine made it slightly tipsy, it burped, stretched its head out, pressed against the coral velvet carpet, utterly relaxed.

Suddenly, the living room telephone rang; the Feng Shui Turtle startled, turned its head, and the Black Cat Queen had already pounced down, its paws practicedly pressing the answer key: "Meow!"

"Who?"

This is their dedicated contact method with Ling Yue; after a long silence, the telephone suddenly rang, several knowing small creatures looked over, and moments later the Black Cat Queen's round, moist cat eyes locked onto the Feng Shui Turtle Master.

It moved lightly, even with the telephone in its mouth not hindering its motion; a few leaps were practically instantaneous, and by the time the Feng Shui Turtle Master noticed, a pure-black large cat had already stepped onto its turtle back from behind.

"Pa-da—"

The telephone fell to the ground, and the Black Cat Queen cried "meow meow meow": "Yueyue is looking for you."

Originally still a bit tipsy, upon hearing this the Feng Shui Turtle Master: "!!!"

From the other end of the receiver came Ling Yue's voice: "Master."

The Feng Shui Turtle opened its mouth: "Burp~~"

A long wine burp burst out, the whole turtle froze: "It wasn't me, I didn't!"

Ling Yue on the other side: "……"

"Do you think I'd believe that?"

She curled the corner of her mouth, couldn't help laughing, then got to the point, straight to the matter: "I'm currently at Longhu Mountain, Feng Shui Turtle Master."

Upon hearing that, the Feng Shui Turtle hadn't yet recovered, and hearing Longhu Mountain again, the whole turtle became excited: "Longhu Mountain!"

"Isn't that a Daoist holy land? How did Ling Yue get there? Or is something happening?"

Longhu Mountain Main Hall.

After Ling Yue heard that, a silence followed; she keenly sensed the Feng Shui Turtle Master's unnatural demeanor: "What's wrong?"

"Master, the Sect Leader of Longhu Mountain, Daoist Priest Zhi Yi, is right beside me."

She related everything she had told Daoist Priest Zhi Yi exactly as she had said it, not noticing his eager gaze beside her— which old person had taught such a heavenly genius?

I don't know if it's the sect's bloodline, but when Ling Yue acts, the orthodox Zhengyi Dao arts are not something ordinary people can just learn.

Ling Yue felt nothing special; you should know, the Feng Shui Turtle Master is a full five hundred years old— what happened five hundred years ago is hard to say.

She waited carefully; the other end of the line was silent.

After a long while, she finally heard a sigh; the Feng Shui Turtle gazed at the scenery outside the window, a clear longing rising in its eyes: "I also don't know what relation your master's master has with the Zhengyi Sect."

"After all, back then I was just a little turtle that had only recently gained wisdom."

As the Feng Shui Turtle narrated, those past events unfolded like a scroll before Ling Yue's eyes.

Being able to take a turtle as a disciple shows how unrestrained and unconstrained this ancestral master's conduct was; the Feng Shui Turtle Master slowly curled its lips, as if returning to those indulgent years.

One person, one turtle, wandering the world.

Except—

"Lu Lu, did you learn all the teachings I taught you today?"

The Feng Shui Turtle rubbed and nodded.

"Lu Lu, hold the brush steady— how many big characters have you written in a day?"

The Feng Shui Turtle, whose claws would cramp from writing: "……"

"Lu Lu, let's have a drink with the master."

It was then that it tasted the finest wine in the world.

In that era, spiritual energy was abundant and not yet declining; after gaining wisdom, the Feng Shui Turtle, by a fortunate coincidence, was rescued by its master and became his founding disciple.

Thinking of this, it also proudly puffed its chest; in that era, it had once made a resounding name together with its master, but alas everything returns to dust, long since swallowed by history's relentless tide.

A hundred years later, the man languishing on his sickbed smiled and said: "Lu Lu, you must carry forward these Dao arts, or else I will not rest in peace even in death."

Before his bedside, only a dark turtle the size of a round stool remained, nodding incessantly.

A seed was thus planted in the heart.

Now it can proudly tell its master: "I have taken on a fine disciple, a particularly fine disciple!"

Hearing this, Ling Yue and everyone were dumbfounded: "Ancestral master… so amazing."

The Feng Shui Turtle kept nodding: "Yes, yes, he couldn't even understand my words, yet he accepted me, a turtle, as his disciple— he treated me very well."

Recalling youthful events, its tone unconsciously grew a bit lighter.

I tell you, your grandmaster's surname is Zhang, given name Xīwén, his Daoist title is Wújiù, but he is the number one person of the present age!

Ling Yue suddenly learned the taboo name of her grandmaster; her forehead twitched twice—her surname is Zhang…

When she told Daoist Zhi Yi, his forehead jerked violently and his complexion suddenly changed drastically.