Yinshan Record

Chapter 291 Palaces, Towers, Water Mansions, and Demons
The creation of heaven and earth has nurtured countless beauties and spirits.

The underwater world of Canglang is a world unto itself, with aquatic plants growing in abundance and huge algae forming an underwater jungle, where various fish, shrimp and other aquatic creatures swim among them.

Many aquatic creatures possess a natural brilliance in their eyes, and some have unusual colors between their scales, clearly indicating that they absorb the spiritual energy of the water veins underwater and regularly absorb the essence of the sun and moon, gradually developing their own unique power.

Given time, perhaps they too will one day become great demons and rule over a region.

Even now, as the old turtle drains water, they still shake their heads in alarm, trying to avoid the demonic aura emanating from this rampaging old monster.

Several intelligent creatures stood far away, nodding and swaying their heads as if paying homage to this underwater overlord.

The old turtle completely ignored the eager little demons and focused solely on draining the water. Before long, it saw a water palace ahead emitting a faint precious light, enveloping a section of the underwater world.

The palaces and pavilions, with their carved railings and painted beams, were no different from those of wealthy families in the human world.

Su Che could tell at a glance that this place was not created by magic, but was actually repaired brick by brick by several demons with some real effort.

There stands a stone tablet made of mutton fat jade outside, with the four seal characters "Bibo Bieyuan" written on it.

Beyond the layers of radiance, floated several barely formed shrimp soldiers and crab generals, each holding various weapons in their hands.

Three powerful demonic energies traveled along the water veins.

Needless to say, this is the old turtle's greatest reliance now.

"General Shan, Master Heng, Mr. Gong, now that distinguished guests have arrived, why don't you come and greet them?"

With a low growl, the three auras of the old turtle immediately appeared above the water palace.

The demon at the front was clad in brass armor, wearing a heavy helmet, with a lion-head belt around his waist, and holding a pine-patterned Kunwu sword in his hand; this was General Shan.

One demon had a fleshy face, with each eye looking to the left and right. Its body was covered in bulging muscles, yet it wore a long white robe. Another demon had narrow features, a slender body, and a pair of narrow eyes that were as cold as ice. It wore a yellow robe.

The three demons' auras intertwined, solidifying almost into a tangible form, causing the aquatic creatures to sway left and right. They were none other than three old demons who had cultivated to the sixth rank.

Although these four water demons failed to refine the Rejuvenation Pill and attain the fifth-grade cultivation level, they still possessed formidable magical power and were only one step away from condensing the Rejuvenation Pill.

The demon race has a longer lifespan than humans, and it's unknown how many years they have lived carefree beneath the Canglang River, witnessing countless rises and falls in the human world.

"I wonder which fellow Daoist you are, that your old turtle would be willing to use you as a mount."

Mr. Gong spoke first. He didn't know what kind of spirit he was, but his words carried a chilling and sinister aura.

“Old Gong, please don’t be rude. I met this young master on the river. It is fate that we met, so I invited him to come and sit down.”

Mr. Gong's surname certainly gives him an advantage.

Su Che glanced at the cold-faced devil. This Mr. Gong's surname was quite advantageous; everyone who saw him would have to call him "husband."

However, it would be acceptable if a delicate young lady called out like that.

If this old turtle calls me "husband," I'm afraid I'll be losing money hand over fist.

Su Che slowly stroked the Chiwen Ring on his hand, letting out a trace of the aura of the underwater dragon clan from within the Yinquan Nine Bends.

Mr. Gong's expression immediately changed, his narrow eyes fixed on Su Che's face, but his words became much more respectful.

"May I ask your name, sir? And where is your immortal abode?"

Su Chehun pretended not to hear, but sat steadily on the head of the rascal turtle, gently patting its head with his palm.

"Hey, Old Gong, what's the rush? I met this young master on the river earlier. He said he had some fine wine at his residence, so I invited him down. Now, before we've even exchanged greetings, you're already asking all sorts of questions. Do you think we're some kind of foolish people?"

"That makes sense."

Master Heng shook his head and swayed his body. These several great demons had been mingling in the Canglang River for many years, and they were so familiar with each other that they could tell what kind of bad ideas you were up to just by lifting your butt.

The old demons could tell that the old turtle had clearly suffered a loss, which was why they invited the man down from the river.

The old tortoise's idea was simply to use everyone's combined efforts to take care of this person.

While the old turtle was showing off its eloquence, they naturally pretended to be deaf and dumb.

We've been neighbors for centuries, so who doesn't know each other's character? If you've run into a tough nut to crack, you can't expect your brothers to work for you for free.

"Come, come, have a cup of wine, please accept it, young master."

Mr. Gong summoned a jade wine cup from mid-air, slowly poured in the viscous wine, and then used his magic to lift the cup into the air, making it spin rapidly forward. The sweet wine inside the cup churned in the air and condensed into a lotus flower.

This Mr. Gong possessed extremely cold and sinister magical power, and his methods were truly exquisite.

It should be noted that this wine cup is not a magical artifact, but merely an ordinary human object. However, under his control, he skillfully used his painstakingly cultivated Yin-cold magical power to transform water into form.

While this move cannot be called brilliant, it does show that the old demon's magical power has long been refined and purified, allowing him to control it at will.

Su Che ignored him and secretly opened the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden, directly taking the wine cup away in mid-air.

"If it's cloudy wine, I'd rather not drink this cup."

The wine glass vanished into thin air, much to the surprise of the old demons.

Mr. Gong was filled with regret. This move was his most prized skill, but it had been easily countered by someone else, and he didn't even know how it had been broken.

He originally intended to test the waters, but unexpectedly, he couldn't even figure out how the other party used their methods.

Alas, as the Taoist scriptures say, pride invites loss, while humility brings benefit.

I should have known better than to take the lead; I've made a formidable enemy out of nowhere.

The four old demons stared at each other, and it was the old turtle that finally broke the awkward silence.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop showing off your worthless tricks. Why don't you invite the young master to take a seat?"

The old turtle apologized to Su Che, then rolled around in the water and transformed into a round, human-shaped creature.

He was an old man with a fierce face, bulging eyes, prominent cheekbones, and an overall menacing appearance.

The two demons, General Shan and Master Heng, immediately joined in the clamor, saying they wanted to invite Su Che into the water palace.

He just looked at Mr. Gong with a hesitant and timid expression, but who knows what he was really thinking.

Su Che didn't stand on ceremony with them and followed the four old demons into the Azure Wave Courtyard.

The carved beams and painted rafters in this water palace still vaguely show the style of the previous dynasty. At first glance, it looks fine, but upon closer inspection, one can see that many parts have decayed and are no longer in their former glory.

It seems the old turtle that occupies this place has no energy left to clean it up.

"Please forgive me, young master. These were all repaired by human craftsmen captured by the previous master. I am a lazy person, and they have become somewhat neglected since they were passed down to me."

Su Che glanced at the old turtle leading the way.

The spirits in the Canglang River seem to interact with people frequently, completely unlike the natural beings of the monsters in the heart of Xuanshan Mountain.

Any talk of something being passed down from the previous owner is nothing more than a scheme to seize by force.

It can't be that a turtle father painstakingly passed it on to his turtle son.

(End of this chapter)