Chapter 1669: Chapter 1669: Temple God of Death

Long Fei was in the tent, summoning the Little Xuan Turtle to discuss the mystic patterns on its turtle shell.

The Little Xuan Turtle didn’t know much about it, only that it kept evolving along with its bloodline.

The patterns on the turtle shell were naturally evolved, not deliberately created.

It did tell Long Fei, however, that the turtle shell might only be useful for refining flesh, offering no help to the bones.

After all, scientifically speaking, a turtle’s shell is just a layer of keratin, similar to human fingernails or cow horns, unrelated to bones.

Long Fei had thought about this, choosing to follow a line of thought temporarily for deduction.

If one path was blocked, he would then deduce another path.

There were thirteen patterns on the turtle shell, divided into frontal and dorsal sections.

The front patterns differed from those on the back, with a total of twelve patterns centered along a central axis.

Long Fei pondered whether inscribing these patterns onto bone wouldn’t work, but if carved into flesh, he wondered what the turtle shell would become through the evolution of flesh and blood.

He dared not attempt it lightly, fearing he might turn into a turtle and embarrassingly be unable to face his wife in the future.

Still, the Mystic Turtle shell was indeed a heavenly gift of fortune.

Even though it appeared plain and ordinary with no divine substance.

Earlier, he had experimented with a Human Immortal-level longsword, cutting it on the shell without any reaction.

He considered experimenting with the Black Iron Staff but feared shattering the shell and rendering the patterns unexaminable.

Ultimately, he couldn’t resist taking a step forward.

The True Dragon Nine Transformations Technique handed down by the Ancestor of the Long Family was indeed quite practical.

The first change was blood fusion. He had already fused with five Divine Beast bloodlines but could progress no further.

The second transformation was transmutation, shedding the ordinary physical body and mortal flesh.

The transmutation method involved regenerating flesh and fundamentally altering the internal structure and meridians to inscribe mystic patterns within the flesh.

Long Fei held his breath, concentrating, attempting to cut within the flesh using True Qi as a blade.

Zzzla!

A pain as if being cut by a knife surged through him, forcing a sharp intake of cold air.

Pain!

A knife-like pain pierced his heart, revealing the veins.

This incision brought the pattern close to the area of the turtle shell.

A breath traversed the carved pattern, causing a mysterious light to illuminate Long Fei’s back.

He raised his brows, silently thinking he was onto something.

He possessed the Black Tortoise bloodline, and integrating this pattern from the Mystic Turtle shell would surely yield extraordinary results.

He swallowed hard, barely containing the cutting pain, and began a self-imposed torture of a thousand cuts.

Despite leaving no visible wounds on the flesh, internally, the incisions persisted, twisting his muscles and paling his complexion.

His head was drenched in sweat.

Bai Qianqian outside heard the muffled groans of pain and couldn’t help but ask out of concern, “Brother Long, are you okay?”

Long Fei groaned inside, “I’m fine, very much so!”

“Fine? You’re in such pain?”

Bai Qianqian’s brow furrowed.

Long Fei gritted his teeth and said, “In pain, yet joyous!”

He spoke no more, focusing on his seclusion.

Simultaneously discussing with the Little Xuan Turtle inside the egg about the mystic uses of the shell’s patterns, he forcibly inscribed them using True Qi onto his body’s meridians.

His back was drenched in cold sweat.

One by one, mysterious lights lit up across his back and chest, akin to floating spells.

Circle after circle, one after another, eventually covering his entire upper body.

Long Fei’s head pounded so fiercely, it was as if someone beat a drum next to his ear.

He had weathered the Soul Ascension Stage’s Heavenly Tribulation, but the thunderous blows didn’t compare to today’s excruciating pain, akin to self-imposed torture.

The front had twelve locations, the back thirteen.

A thousand mystic patterns carved with the final stroke, Long Fei’s body trembled, feeling as if his spirit soul was leaving the shell.

“If it’s useless, I’ll bash my head in!”

He groaned, wiping snot and tears as he dressed, feeling somewhat regretful.

Regretting the absence of patterns on the limbs and head.

When a turtle senses danger, its limbs and head can withdraw into its body, needing no evolution.

He took a Pill to regulate his body, preparing to seize an opportunity to test the effectiveness.

Just as he caught his breath, two spherical objects were thrown inside from outside, unexpectedly two heads.

The heads weren’t just anyone’s but those of two vendors he had sent away.

Their eyes wide open, suggesting confusion before death, left their eyes unclosed.

Long Fei furrowed his brows, hearing Bai Qianqian’s worried shout outside, “Who are you?”

Someone sneered, “Little fox, haven’t seen us for such a short time, yet you don’t recognize us?”

Bai Qianqian gasped, “Snowy Plain Thirteen Hawks?”

Twelve hulking men appeared, taking advantage of the moonlight.

At night, they woke a group of vendors who popped their heads out of tents to watch the commotion.

Long Fei emerged with the two heads, coldly staring at the twelve hulking men before them.

Seeing Long Fei, they raised their brows and said to Bai Qianqian, “Why did you change appearances? Where’s your brother? Afraid to show his real face?”

Long Fei stared at them and asked, “Did you kill these two?”

One man tossed a Storage Ring in hand, sneering, “You’re right, they were our kills. A mere loose cultivator, unworthy of holding ten thousand Spirit Stones, it was their bad luck.”

Another man shouted, “You ought to hate them, for selling out your whereabouts. Despite your good disguise, your little fox companion didn’t change her appearance.”

“The life of my seventh brother will be repaid by you two today.”

One man bore a large blade, face full of smugness.

As he spoke, a black light streaked like a black spear, piercing towards Long Fei.

Long Fei furrowed his brows, as suddenly, a mysterious light flashed on his back, with the skin undergoing a transformation.

The formerly soft skin abruptly toughened, becoming as heavy as iron.

The mysterious light crashed onto his back.

With a muffled hum, a Black Tortoise Dharma Laksana emerged on his back.

A drill-like black spike, swirling with potent Yin Malevolence Qi, spun incessantly on the mysterious light barrier rising from his back.

Fierce killing intent clashed against his back, yet his skin layer and Dharma Laksana dispelled it easily.

Long Fei lifted his hand, summoning the Mystic Yellow Pagoda to encompass the spike.

Someone shouted loudly, “The Reaping Soul Nail can’t hurt him!”

“Return my magical treasure!”

Someone threw out a long black chain, fronted by a barbed iron hook.

Four iron hooks grappled at Long Fei from all directions.

The pace was swift, daunting, and uncannily sinister.

Among the crowd, a cultivator shouted, “Retreat quickly, these are the Soul Hook Envoys from the Light Temple!”

“My heavens, who could cause the Light Temple to take action?”

“Does the Light Temple seek to sell the turtle shell?”

“Wang Seven is in deep trouble now.”

“…”

The onlookers, enjoying the excitement, shouted and retreated backward.

Long Fei, however, tossed a Spirit Stone onto the ground, causing a tremor, releasing beams of light from below that blinded the onlookers.