626: Chapter 148: The Third Emperor’s Son Advances, Su He Slays Five-fold_1 626: Chapter 148: The Third Emperor’s Son Advances, Su He Slays Five-fold_1 This is the stone statue of Witch Lady and Mou Wan!
They are the past lives of Qian Qianzi and Three Phases Monk!
No wonder there was a sense of familiarity.
I’ve seen this grand hall in White Spirit’s hexagrams!
This is the place where that Immortal Sovereign used his hair to petrify everyone, branding his existence deep within the True Spirits of the people here.
Witch Lady and Mou Wan both died for him!
At that time, his corpse was lying right here—Su He looked around and discovered that the place where his body was laid to rest was not here.
Only one corner of the grand hall remained, the larger area wasn’t revealed.
know why our statues are here?” Qian Qianzi looked at Su He.
Her turtle eyes flickered, searching around, clearly aware of some things that she didn’t know.
Su He was startled and blinked, “If…
I said you died for me once, would you believe me?”
Qian Qianzi’s face turned red, and she quietly stepped back, “Well, although I’m quite dissatisfied that Three Phases is a monk, I’ve really considered becoming Dao companions with him!”
As she spoke, she retreated even further back.
Qian Qianzi is hundreds of years old, right?
Why is she still so possessed by thoughts of romance?
He harrumphed and nodded towards the two stone statues: “The woman is called Witch Lady, and the man is called Mou Wan; they are the past lives of you and the Three Phases Great Master.”
Having said this, Su He paused, “They died because of me.”
There was no need to hide such things; as the person concerned, Qian Qianzi had the right to know.
Qianjiang’s friend has been certified by Ji Feixue; not everyone is well-acquainted, but all are trusted enough to put their lives in each other’s hands.
When Uncle Lei handed Ya Ya over to the Predecessor of War Cultivation, there was no hesitation.
Qian Qianzi blinked, “So I really had a past life?!
I knew it didn’t seem like the dreams of someone without a past life!”
She looked at Su He, “So, you owe me a life?
Then I don’t need to feel guilty for leading the enemies to your location just now, do I?”
You’re concerned about this?
Su He gave a wry smile and nodded, “Right, no need to feel guilty!
You can come to me for anything in the future.”
Qian Qianzi suddenly displayed a relieved expression.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then asked puzzledly, “You’re only about thirty years old this year, right?
My past life is one thing, but Three Phases’ past life must be from at least ten thousand years ago, right?”
She examined Su He, wondering where a ‘you’ from ten thousand years ago came from.
Su He smiled, “You’re allowed to have past lives, but I’m not?” Saying this, he turned to look at Qian Qianzi, “Is it hard to understand?
A Divine God Beast having a past life.”
Qian Qianzi was momentarily stunned and waved her hand, “If I could fall for an old monk, why couldn’t a Divine God Beast have a past life?”
Her eyes suddenly sparkled as she looked excitedly at Su He, full of curiosity, “So, were Sister Ji and you husband and wife in your past lives?
She’s not the one obsessed with Little Turtle, is she?”
Are you saying this because you know she won’t hit you?
Just as Su He was pondering how to respond, a knocking sound came from between his eyebrows.
“Stop messing around!” Su He said helplessly.
With a creak, a door-like sound emerged, and a toad jumped out from his brow while making his voice, a chuckle manifesting as it placed bunches of Snow Lotuses in front of Su He, “Here, I’ve collected them all.”
These were Snow Lotuses that had already been gambled on; Su He had snatched four lotuses, but the toad had brought back thirteen.
Each lotus had repetitions, and surprisingly, not a single one rolled for quality points.
“This thing is peculiar, it can’t even be stored in Frog Lord’s belly pouch.” The toad said, surprise still evident in its eyes as it viewed the Snow Lotus.
Lately, Turtle Kid had been rather sensible; it wasn’t summoned without reason, but every summon was for gathering treasures.
But this is Mystery Yellow Cave Sky…
After twelve years, won’t Ya Ya have ascended to the throne as Emperor by then?
My grand army encampment, gone..!
My hard-earned General rank..!
It looked pitifully at Su He, as if to say, if you don’t pull strings for me as my real dad, I’ll bite you to death.
Qian Qianzi exclaimed in surprise, “You actually brought Frog Lord in here?
It’s best not to bring Soul Beasts into Mystery Yellow Cave Sky; it can be greatly harmful to them in some places.”
The toad’s gaze towards Su He grew even more resentful.
Su He lifted his paw and rubbed the toad’s head, then pressed down.
With a bang, the toad vanished, and its voice came from Su He’s Sea of Consciousness, “I’m telling you, the Three-army Commander must be mine!”
When Ya Ya faces the Sects, you can be the Three-army Commander too, and compete with those with Great Ability of Stepping Sky Seven-fold!” Su He replied sarcastically.
Don’t you know your own limitations?
Even if Su He reached Opening Heaven Seven-fold and the toad advanced with him, it would still be tough to defeat those of Stepping Sky Seven-fold.
After all, Soul Beasts were not adept at fighting.
It’s best to stick with supporting roles.
The toad huffed in his mind and fell silent.
Su He took a whiff of a Snow Lotus; immediately, his mouth filled with fragrance, “Shall I use this Snow Lotus for alchemy or just swallow it directly?”
Qian Qianzi shook her head, “I’ve never seen Snow Lotuses before, how would I know?
If Sister Ji were here, she would surely know.”
Who knows where she is, Su He thought as he rolled up a Snow Lotus with his tongue, chewed it, and swallowed it down.
In an instant, it felt like a flame ignited in his stomach,
Despite being born in the utmost cold, the Snow Lotus was extremely vigorous and yang, as if it could burn everything to ash.
Su He snorted through his nose and breathed out flames all over the ground, his internal organs searing with fire.
In the desolate icy plains, a fire blazed, igniting even the ice and snow around it.
Within the flames, the Third Emperor’s Son thrashed back and forth, grabbing chunks of his own flesh as if trying to tear it from his body.
But as each piece of flesh was ripped off his body, new flesh would grow back in its place, in moments leaving a ground covered with smoldering flesh.