872: Chapter 235: Father-in-law 872: Chapter 235: Father-in-law Su He’s External Space flashed as he collected both the Barbarian King Puppet and the Source Stone at the same time.
Unexpected fortune!
The Mustang turned its head towards Su He jerkily, with a face full of disbelief, its breathing becoming rough.
Snorts followed one after another.
This was the first time it had been robbed in the stars for so many years.
“You’re welcome,” Su He responded, turning his head and smashing open space with the Mountain Divine God Seal before diving in again.
Although the Dragon Turtle Tribe paid no mind to the powers of others, it was still better to avoid this strange and peculiar power.
Next time, he would come to buy puppets with Ji Feixue.
Su He crashed into the broken space, and the horse panicked, sweeping its tail as the young man came to his senses, crying out as he followed.
“Honored guest, honored guest.
If you take money, you have to do the job, eh?
Since you’ve taken the money, you should at least make a show of it and carve out another Turtle for me!”
A show?
A model?
Forgive me for refusing!
Su He shook both his serpent head and dragon head.
He plunged into the shattered space, flipping his paw to once again gather Space Fragments, seeking to quickly create a Space Channel and leave.
Then he saw the Mustang, pulling a wagon, trotting into the space behind him.
The young man was almost jumping out of the carriage, chasing after Su He the Cultivator desperately trying to persuade him, determined to get his puppet carved.
Su He stopped his movements and looked beneath the carriage.
The moment the carriage entered, Space Fragments automatically gathered, as though forming a small island beneath it, steadying the carriage amidst the chaotic space currents.
On the Fragment Island, the Mustang’s eyes shone brightly, extremely pleased with the young man’s ability to capitalize on a mistake and seizing the chance to grab a model.
The Mustang trotted on the Space Fragments under its hooves, crushing large fragments into fine powder that sifted through the gaps, spreading them over the island formed by the clustered Space Fragments.
The crushed Space Fragments reinforced the island along the cracks.
Su He’s eyes lit up, could Space Fragments be used like this?
When space tore and the fragments fell, like pieces of a magnet, they repelled each other, making it hard to gather them together.
If forced to gather, as Su He had done before, they would explode once they reached a certain threshold.
Unless Su He could advance the Barbarian King Refining World Technique further and refine them together forcefully, but that would not be for temporary transmission; it would be for entirely opening up a solidified Space Channel.
His consecutive two failures were caused by the repulsion and explosion of the Space Fragments.
Now, seeing the Mustang’s operation, he had an epiphany; Space Fragments could be handled like this!
Su He, having gained significant insights, looked up as the young man on the carriage, seeing Su He stop, also joyfully waved his Engraving Sword, selling himself to Su He.
“Fellow Daoist, are you worried that I might not carve well and affect your image?
You can be at ease!” The youth slapped his chest with confidence: “You can have a look at my works and then decide.”
As he spoke, he had already opened a chest inside the carriage, displaying his wooden carvings to Su He.
Su He glanced casually, only to be stunned.
Inside the chest was like a world itself, with towering hills, roaring miniature oceans, grasslands, jungles…
But that was nothing special.
At this moment, within the grasslands, two wooden carvings were fighting fiercely—mere carvings without Divine God Skills, just pure grappling.
The fighters were two Dragon Turtles, creatures that would definitely not appear in this era.
Wen Zu and Martial Ancestor!
Su He looked at the carving youth: “Senior, have you seen these two Dragon Turtles?”
No matter whether the youth or the Mustang was in charge, with such skill, calling them senior would not be wrong.
The youth spoke with pride and matter-of-factly: “How could I possibly know!
Who would remember something from more than sixty years ago?”
He looked at Su He disdainfully, as if to say, any creature like Su He who remembered things from sixty years ago was of inferior quality.
Su He was choked up, unable to speak for a long while.
After some time, he turned his head to look at the Mustang beside him.
The Mustang, as if not seeing Su He nor hearing his question, stared wide-eyed at its own hoof.
It was unaware when a small blade of grass had grown on its hoof, and the Mustang looked at the sprout with surprise and delight.
Su He fell silent for a moment before looking back at the chest, gesturing towards one wooden carving that was still unfinished, asking, “Senior, did the owner also agree to this carving?”
About this, the youth did not hesitate, pounding his chest confidently: “Without the owner’s consent, I would never carve, never cut!”
Su He was referring to two beings fighting under a eerie circular sun.
A humanoid object, holding a large cauldron, opposed by a half-finished White Dragon.
The carving was incomplete; the figures could not move, but one could tell at a glance who they were.
Ji Feixue and Emperor Luan.
The carver’s knife clearly favored Ji Feixue, and despite being unfinished, the beauty shone through.
On the other hand, the figure of Emperor Luan lifting the cauldron was carved with a few casual strokes, nothing more than a stick figure.
“Senior, where did you see them?” The carving technique was excellent, replicating the scene so vividly that Su He felt as if he were there.
The place was bizarre, twisted, and definitely not the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven!
Especially that large sun, it gave Su He a very bad feeling.
The youth cocked his head, thinking, “In a dream?
I saw them fighting in my sleep, so I asked them—this man forbade me to carve him, but the Little Azure Dragon, on the other hand, was very open, allowing me to carve it.”
“White Dragon!” Su He corrected.
“Azure Dragon!” The youth looked up at Su He, eyes filled with determination.
This Dragon Turtle had touched his bottom line—if a carver could not even distinguish dragon species, how could he carve?