The Feud Between Old Turtle and Gu Changsheng

On the back of the giant bird, Huang Xiaoyao chattered away to Mo Tianxiao about her experiences in the Hundred Thousand Mountains over the years. Her tone was filled with dissatisfaction toward her two followers.

"Brother Tianxiao, can you sneak me out to play? I think robbing humans is much more fun."

Huang Xiaoyao pressed close to Mo Tianxiao's ear and whispered, terrified of being overheard by Old Turtle and her nosy brother.

However, both Old Turtle and Feng Jiu were experts of the Saint Realm. No matter how softly Huang Xiaoyao spoke, they could still hear her loud and clear.

Old Turtle glared at Mo Tianxiao with an unkind expression, his eyes warning the young man to watch his step.

Mo Tianxiao rubbed his nose awkwardly, then patted Huang Xiaoyao's head. He said softly, "When there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely take you out to play. But the prerequisite is that you have to get stronger quickly, otherwise you won't even be able to rob any good stuff."

Mo Tianxiao scanned Huang Xiaoyao's condition and discovered that her Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix bloodline had surprisingly not yet awakened.

She was already at the Profound Connection Realm, so why hadn't the bloodline within her awakened?

A gleam of light flashed in Huang Xiaoyao's eyes. She clenched her small pink fists and said firmly, "Don't worry, I will definitely get stronger quickly."

"After I ate that Dragon Blood Ginseng we got from the secret realm back then, my dad told me I could eat as much as I wanted. As long as I eat a lot, my cultivation will break through very quickly."

"When I go back, I'll first eat that ten-thousand-year Blood Lingzhi, then the ten-thousand-year Black Yellow Essence, and then the ten-thousand-year Purple Cloud Grass..."

Huang Xiaoyao babbled off a whole list of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Mo Tianxiao's whole body twitched as he listened.

Was she treating ten-thousand-year heavenly treasures like snacks?

He and Yun Sangyi had robbed so many heavenly treasures along their journey, but the oldest ones were only seven or eight thousand years old. Yet the moment Huang Xiaoyao opened her mouth, it was all ten-thousand-year treasures, making the two of them look like an absolute joke.

He could only say that she truly lived up to her title as the little princess of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Her financial resources were simply immense.

As she spoke, Huang Xiaoyao suddenly thought of something. She took out the Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus that Mo Tianxiao had returned to her earlier and stuffed it into his hands.

"Brother Tianxiao, it wasn't easy for you to come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to visit me, and I don't have any other gifts on me. Take this Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus for now. When we get home, I'll get you some even better things."

"Ah? There's no need... to be so polite..."

Looking at the radiantly colorful sacred lotus in his hands, Mo Tianxiao swallowed hard.

Although Senior Old Turtle had previously said he would give him this lotus if he snatched it, Mo Tianxiao had still returned it to Huang Xiaoyao to leave a good impression on the old fellow.

As the saying goes, to give is to receive. You must be willing to let go in order to gain. And hadn't the reward come right back to him immediately?

"Brother Tianxiao, just take it. You're in my territory now, so don't stand on ceremony with me. And as for this big sister here, I don't have any extras right now, but once we get back, I'll give you a gift too."

"Th-thank you."

Yun Sangyi forced a stiff smile onto her face and replied politely.

She was also startled by Huang Xiaoyao's sheer extravagance.

This was the Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus, a rare marvel of heaven and earth. Its value was no less than a ten-thousand-year heavenly treasure, yet she was just giving it away like that?

Since Huang Xiaoyao had put it like that, Mo Tianxiao wasn't one to be overly modest, so he smoothly accepted the sacred lotus.

[Intercepted a major serendipity of the Child of Destiny. Conforms to villainous behavior. Villain Points +12,182!]

[The Destiny Points of the Child of Destiny, Xiao Fan, have decreased. The probability of a successful kill has increased. Current probability: 35%.]

The sudden chimes made Mo Tianxiao pause, a trace of confusion appearing on his face. This actually worked?

Even if this sacred lotus wasn't given to him, Xiao Fan wouldn't have been able to get it anyway, right?

Or was it because his appearance caused a slight change in the process of Xiao Fan trying to seize the sacred lotus, leading to the latter's failure?

Although he couldn't figure it out, free rewards were always welcome.

Mo Tianxiao was in a beautiful mood, but a certain someone else was extremely depressed.

Old Turtle's eyes were wide as copper bells as he watched helplessly while his acknowledged little granddaughter gave away such a treasure to this human brat.

Although the Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus couldn't be considered a peerless treasure, it was definitely no ordinary item either. Yet Xiaoyao had just handed it over to this little bastard.

It almost made him so angry that smoke came out of his ears.

However, despite his anger, he didn't say anything.

He was just frustrated that Huang Xiaoyao treated Mo Tianxiao so well; he didn't actually care much about a single Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus.

Although this thing was a rare marvel, if he just spent ten thousand years or so and put in a little effort, he could cultivate a whole bunch of them.

"Brat, how has that Gu kid been all these years? Has he broken through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm yet?"

Old Turtle suddenly spoke up to ask Mo Tianxiao.

Mo Tianxiao was taken aback for a moment before realizing the other party was asking about the Great Elder. He replied, "The Great Elder is currently still in the late stage of the Saint King Realm. He is still some distance away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm."

The Great Elder of the Demonic Sect, Gu Changsheng, had a cultivation base at the Ninth Heaven of the Saint King Realm. He was almost at the peak of the Saint King Realm, but still fell a bit short of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

The Ninth Heaven of the Saint King Realm, the Peak of the Saint King Realm, and the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

These three realms were, fundamentally speaking, all still the Ninth Heaven of the Saint King Realm. It was just that the distance one had progressed within this realm determined the title.

Strictly speaking, his master, Yue Liuli, and the Demonic Sect's Great Elder, Gu Changsheng, were experts of the exact same cultivation level. It was just that their actual combat strength was as far apart as the heavens and the earth.

Back then, that peak Saint King monk from the Great Thunderclap Temple couldn't even take a single sword strike from his master. From this, one could see that within the same cultivation realm, different titles represented a gap as vast as a heavenly chasm.

"It's been so long, and he actually hasn't broken through to Quasi-Emperor yet. It seems this Gu kid isn't that impressive after all."

Old Turtle's tone carried a hint of disdain, as if he looked down upon Gu Changsheng's Ninth Heaven Saint King cultivation.

A bit of curiosity rose in Mo Tianxiao's heart, and he asked, "Senior, are you very familiar with Elder Gu?"

Old Turtle snorted lightly, his expression somewhat displeased. "Familiar my ass! That stinky brat is no good. Back then, he scammed a thirty-thousand-year-old Crimson Blood Grass out of me. If he hadn't run away so fast, I definitely would have beaten his backside to a pulp."

Hearing Old Turtle's words, Mo Tianxiao's eyelids twitched, and his impression of the amiable Great Elder instantly underwent a drastic change.

To actually be able to scam a thirty-thousand-year-old treasure from this Old Turtle, his skills were certainly not small.

Even Xiao Fan, with his golden finger grandpa, couldn't accomplish such a thing, yet the Great Elder had done it in his youth. Truly worthy of being the Great Elder of his Demonic Sect; his methods were astonishing.

"I didn't expect Elder Gu to be so incredible in his youth, to actually be able to scam a treasure right out of Senior's hands?"

"Incredible my ass! That brat relied entirely on his mouth! Just like you, glib-tongued, full of tricks, and incredibly cunning!"

Old Turtle cursed. If Gu Changsheng had tried to rob him directly like Xiao Fan did, he definitely wouldn't have succeeded. But that kid was extremely cunning. Knowing he wasn't a match, he changed his approach. Since the hard way didn't work, he used the soft way.

He disguised himself as a humble and inquisitive junior and stubbornly stayed in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for several hundred years. Every time he came looking for him, he would be ruthlessly chased away.

But as the number of times increased, Old Turtle couldn't be bothered to deal with the kid anymore. After all, the other party's strength was quite good; he could only suppress him, but couldn't actually kill the brat.

The other party wasn't specifically looking for a fight either, so over time, the man and the turtle ended up becoming quite familiar with each other.

Coupled with Gu Changsheng's glib tongue and way with words, he had gradually lowered his guard. The ultimate result was that Gu Changsheng swindled him out of a thirty-thousand-year-old Crimson Blood Herb.

Of course, after being scammed, Old Turtle harbored a bit of resentment toward Gu Changsheng, but not much genuine hatred. Although the kid was cunning, spending time with him had actually been quite pleasant.

At the very least, during those few hundred years, Gu Changsheng had kept him thoroughly entertained.

That Crimson Blood Herb could simply be considered his compensation.