463: Chapter 97: The Second Opening Heaven Divine Artifact_3 463: Chapter 97: The Second Opening Heaven Divine Artifact_3 The grievance wasn’t major; Su He wanted to play the mediator.
“Of course not!” Canchen’s head shook like a rattle-drum.
They both loved Artifact Refining and creating things; they would be too eager to become fellow Daoists, why would there be any grudges?
“Then why would Senior want to harm him?” Who would dare to accept something made by Canchen Senior?
Were they tired of living, or did they not think they had been blown up enough?
This Senior had a record of blowing up everything he made!
“Or does Senior want others to give me a nickname like ‘Boom Boom Boom’ too?” Send something in and it immediately explodes afterward; to the unaware, they might think the Dragon Turtle was going to obliterate the Qianji Door!
No wonder the others fled in the blink of an eye.
They had all been victimized by Canchen Senior before, helping him to deliver things!
For a moment, Canchen Taoist’s expression was indescribably brilliant.
Stop trying to harm people!” Three Phases Monk chipped in, “If young friend Su He sends it, True Person Qian Shou will certainly accept it.
If it explodes within the sect without their knowledge, can you really bear to see so many disciples harmed?”
Canchen Taoist opened his mouth but struggled to speak, sighed heavily, and looked at Three Phases Great Master with gritted teeth: “You lustful monk!”
The Three Phases Monk instantly flew into a rage.
I’m persuading you to commit fewer wrongs, and you curse at me?
“You vile ─ you’re @*%# daring to curse people, I ￥%…”
A string of garbled text.
At the gaming table, Qian Qianzi looked back, with a speech bubble above her head: “No cursing allowed!”
The Three Phases Monk paused, obediently lifted his hand, and wiped the messy speech bubbles above his head clean.
Su He’s eyes lit up, their relationship was improving!
The Three Phases Monk touched his head, a naive expression on his face, and started laughing heartily.
Above his head appeared a little monk with a swaggering, arms-akimbo pose.
The others bowed their hands in salute, and at the gaming table, Qian Qianzi’s face turned slightly red as she lowered her head to concentrate on cracking the Formation, as if the Formation that Su He had set up was so ingenious that she couldn’t break through it at all.
“Congratulations, congratulations!” Canchen Senior admired sincerely, genuinely congratulating.
Three Phases was astonished; had this old bird changed his nature?
Then, the speech bubble above Canchen Taoist’s head suddenly enlarged, “Come on!
Bet on how long it will take for the master of the ‘Mercy’ generation from Gujing Pavilion to storm over and hang Three Phases upside down for a whipping?
I bet he’ll definitely break at least one leg of that lustful monk!”
The Three Phases Monk started hopping madly, no longer able to control himself, and his speech bubble went completely into a garble.
Everyone laughed, the atmosphere full of joy and mirth.
Su He’s consciousness quietly exited Qianjiang, and his Inner World quaked; the Little Trigram had condensed!
It took twice as long as Su He had anticipated!
“What’s the matter?” Ji Feixue sensed a change in Su He’s aura, and asked.
“It’s nothing, just that the Kan Trigram has condensed.”
With the Little Kangua condensed, the Kangua on the volcano had no effect on him—Su He couldn’t fathom even a single Eternal Trigram, let alone an additional Kangua, which would serve little purpose other than to distract him for the time being.
“Do you want the Kangua, sister?” Su He asked.
Ji Feixue sat on his shoulder, her arms propping on his shoulder blades, and looked up at the Kangua, “I don’t want it!
I haven’t even figured out the Dui Gua; biting off more than I can chew.
If you can’t afford me, you can throw it to those old turtles of your family!”
The consciousness body of Su He in the Mountain and Sea awoke and let out a long cry towards the sky.
“Uncle Lei, Uncle Zhu, Uncle Huai, Wasteland Ancestor, and all the old ancestors, I have an unwanted Kan Trigram here, who wants it?”
In fact, the first person Su He thought of was Su Huanian, but Su Huanian had only reached Stepping Sky Two-fold; possessing a gem but inviting trouble.
Even Su He didn’t dare to reveal that he had the Eternal Trigram, let alone Su Huanian?
Giving it to the Dragon Turtle Tribe would do; they could borrow it whenever they needed.
Plus, the Kangua used too much energy!
The Wasteland Ancestor didn’t appear, it was unclear whether it was a lack of need or the consciousness was not awake at the moment.
From above the clouds dangled the Green Thunder Dragon Chief’s head.
Ancient Locust and Void Candle also showed themselves, one popping directly out of the big tree next to Su He, the other half-dead, emerging from the flames in front of him.
“I don’t want it!” the Green Thunder grumbled in a somber tone, “I want the Gen Trigram, but I can’t find it.”
“I want either the Dui Gua or the Kangua, but one is with Ji Feixue and the other with the Wasteland Ancestor, can’t get them, so forget it…” Locust also shook his head.
Among the Eight Trigrams, there was none that matched his attributes; only those that complemented each other, but it was too late.
Su He was taken aback.
He exclaimed in a short chant, “Kan Trigram?
Doesn’t our Dragon Turtle Tribe only have the Tai Trigram from Thai Zu?”
How come I didn’t know the Kan Trigram is in the hands of the Wasteland Ancestor?
“Exactly!” the Three-Headed Dragon Turtle nodded in unison, “The Kan Trigram is merely suppressed by the Wasteland Ancestor, not yet seized, so of course, it doesn’t count.”
Don’t deceive me, what the Wasteland Ancestor is suppressing is the Dustless Sea…
The Dustless Sea is a globe of pure water amidst the stars, which doesn’t even have a single small island, just boundless water.
So, the Dustless Sea is the Kan Trigram?
The Void Candle, its snake head languishing as if on the verge of death, said weakly, “Give it to Luo or Flame Uncle…
better give it to Luo though, Flame Uncle is unreliable!”
Flame is the Red Uncle whose name was taken by Thai Zu, a fire-red Dragon Turtle, but childish as ever, quite lacking the dignity of the elderly.
A hexagram snatched from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace is not safe in his hands.
“Luo wants either the Kun Trigram or the Gen Trigram.
The Kun Trigram has long been scattered, and the Gen Trigram is in the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, unobtainable; firstly, use the Kan Trigram to make do.”
The lead trigram of the Kan Trigram is Gen, which also has some affinity with Luo’s attributes.
The other two turtles nodded their heads.
Uncle Huai’s brow slightly furrowed, “How come Brother Luo has yet to break from his shell?”
The order of breaking shell goes from weak to strong; it’s understandable to be last, but to be this late — is that guy really that strong?
The whiskers of the Green Thunder Dragon fluttered.