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Chapter 919 - Chapter 919 Chapter 919 Mystic Turtles Thoughts

Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Mystic Turtle’s Thoughts Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Mystic Turtle’s Thoughts As soon as Feng Jun spoke, the people of Wanfu Platform became agitated–couldn’t you speak more carefully?

A high-ranking Qi Refinement Cultivator stepped forward, respectful yet with a hint of anger, “Venerable Feng, I am one of the caretakers of the Auspicious Beast. There might be occasional oversights, but we would definitely notice if the Auspicious Beast harbored thoughts of world-weariness.”

He had to refute this; otherwise, once he returned to the platform, just the doubts cast upon him from all sides would make his life unbearable, not to mention the news that “Wanfu Platform’s Auspicious Beast has grown weary of the world” would be a huge smear on their reputation.

Not just him, the high-tier cultivator Lin Xiangdong also said, “Fellow Daoist Feng, this Mystic Turtle may not be able to talk, but its sense of intelligence has long been awakened. Communicating with us hasn’t presented any issues.”

If it had been some feral beast unable to communicate with humans, your remarks might have passed, but this is an Auspicious Beast that has lived within Wanfu Platform for three thousand years!

After pondering for a moment, Feng Jun asked, “This Mystic Turtle’s life, it should have had a mate, male and female, correct? When did its partner pass away?”

Lin Xiangdong blinked a couple of times but did not speak; instead, the high-tier Qi Refinement Cultivator did, “The mate of the Auspicious Beast passed away over a hundred years ago… mainly due to the frequency of childbirth, which weakened its vital energy. Otherwise, the female Mystic Turtle would have lived longer.”

Indeed, giving birth to offspring can have a certain impact on females; with more cell divisions, one grows older, and reproduction works the same way–though, admittedly, moderate childbirth tends to benefit most females, and that is the purpose of life’s proliferation.

“That’s right,” nodded Feng Jun. “After its mate died, it grew weary of the world.”

“Venerable, you must be joking,” the high-tier Qi Refinement Cultivator became anxious, “The Mystic Turtle is not a creature that binds to only one mate for life. After its mate died, we tried to match it multiple times. It’s just that being old, it wasn’t interested. Its problems only started sixty years ago.”

Feng Jun glanced at him dismissively, “The Yang energy it has accumulated within has already seeped into its internal meridians… and you are saying it lost interest due to old age? Let me tell you, it’s on the verge of developing sickness from this, do you understand?”

Lin Xiangdong let out a soft ‘oh’ of surprise. Oh? Was there such an argument? He was starting to lean towards believing Feng Jun.

The possibility of the Mystic Turtle developing an ailment had genuinely never crossed their minds, for it is indeed not a species known for lifelong fidelity to a single mate, and even has quite an enthusiasm for mating. After the female died, they naturally sought mates for the remaining one.

This was in line with what the high-tier Qi Refinement Cultivator had described, having matched it multiple times indeed.

But although the Mystic Turtle showed some interest in these younger female turtles, it never acted on it. After dozens of attempts, the same lack of action led everyone to simply assume the Mystic Turtle “was old and lacked vitality.”

Yet, nobody had thought that it wasn’t a lack of energy, but rather a sense of world-weariness–and it hadn’t even expressed it itself!

Contemplating this, Lin Xiangdong stood up to excuse himself, saying he needed to speak with the Mystic Turtle and understand the situation better, then quickly left.

Soon after, he came back in a rush, bowing to Feng Jun, “Fellow Daoist Feng is indeed a genius… Lin is impressed!”

He had communicated with the Mystic Turtle for a while. At first, the creature was evasive, but eventually, it openly admitted–yes, indeed, it felt life had become pointless!

Its relationship with its deceased mate was deep, having lived together for nearly three thousand years.

However, even though it felt a fondness for those younger members of the opposite sex after its mate’s death–there’s no helping it, that’s just the nature of its species!

But whenever it felt the urge to act, it would remember its mate, who died due to frequent childbirth.

It genuinely couldn’t muster the interest to court these young members of its kind.

An imbalance between Yin and Yang was dangerous by itself, and it had to restrain itself while also keeping it hidden from the Human Cultivators.

Strictly speaking, it didn’t exactly loathe life, it just found living somewhat lackluster.

Poisoning? If it’s poison, so be it; it wouldn’t die immediately anyway.

Humans offering to heal the poison? Let them, though life felt somewhat pointless…

This passive attitude toward living had led to the worsening of its condition, rendering most treatments ineffective. Otherwise, if it had taken its health more seriously, it could at least have expelled some of the less severe toxins from its body.

Now, the situation had become somewhat grave. Lin Xiangdong had a heart-to-heart conversation with it, telling the Mystic Turtle that Wanfu Platform still needed such an Auspicious Beast. If it had any concerns, it should voice them; they could help to resolve the issues. There was no need to desire death.

The Mystic Turtle knew it owed a debt of gratitude to Wanfu Platform–it may have restricted its freedom, but it had also awakened its intelligence, allowing it to understand the marvels of the world. Moreover, those younger descendants were very respectful toward it, with many even privately showing their filial piety.

So it didn’t acknowledge a death wish, but since Feng Jun had pointed out that it missed its deceased mate and that its internal Yang energy was excessive and deliberately dispersed throughout its meridian channels, it couldn’t deny it.

“The Alchemist called this time really is quite extraordinary…”

The fact also proved that it wasn’t intent on dying; it just felt life had lost its meaning. Everyone had been treating its poison, and it figured it was probably nearing the end of its lifespan anyway, alive was good, dead was fine too.

But when it understood that it was its own negative mindset that led to the possibility of a premature death, it no longer could stay calm–if it could live, nobody wanted to die, even if it was just a Mystic Turtle!

It was like a smoker who thought he couldn’t quit smoking and wasn’t afraid of chronic poisoning, but after a serious illness, the doctor told him, “If you dare to smoke again, the next relapse will definitely kill you.” Then he’d truly believe he could quit smoking.

The Mystic Turtle had a similar attitude, and only then did it really realize how important a healthy and optimistic mood was.

Then it indicated that it would actively cooperate with the treatment and would no longer think about those things–why seek death when it could live at least another thousand years?

When Lin Xiangdong heard such news, he had enormous admiration for Feng Jun. His mood brightened considerably, “I never expected that Fellow Daoist Feng would also be an expert in Spirit Beast psychology.”

Spirit Beast psychology… Feng Jun felt a bit speechless hearing that word, “Although I have gained some skills in beast taming, I haven’t actually communicated with it. It was just an intuition that for such an old turtle, having such vigorous internal yang energy was not normal.

Of course, this was his deduction. A Mystic Turtle so valued by Wanfu Platform couldn’t possibly have an insoluble Yin-Yang harmony issue, which meant the Mystic Turtle itself did not want to solve the problem.

Yin-Yang harmony is the Great Dao of heaven and earth, so why not solve the problem? It could only mean that it didn’t want to live.

His deduction of “world-weariness” and the turtle’s feeling of “life being boring” had some minor differences, but… they were more alike than not.

So Lin Xiangdong once again made a request to him, hoping he would join everyone’s discussions and work together to heal the Mystic Turtle.

Feng Jun felt it was entirely unnecessary. As the others had assessed him, he didn’t believe his knowledge in detoxification exceeded those of the elder physicians and alchemists.

He could run the most reasonable results through a small app, but to explain the treatment plan clearly, prove that other approaches were inferior, and persuade others with well-founded arguments and a wealth of evidence was a much too formidable task.

If he devoted himself to pondering over it, convincing others wasn’t impossible, but it would take too much time.

Therefore, he decided not to involve himself in such matters unless they agreed to let him take charge of the treatment on his own terms.

However, having him take the lead was rather unrealistic, and going solo was even less likely–there would definitely be skepticism.

So he only left behind a sequence for detoxification, the changes that would happen to the poisons during that sequence, and how to resolve conflicts that would arise, then he departed.

Indeed, he had produced the optimal treatment strategy from the app, but without a word of explanation–it effectively meant, “This is my advice, take it or leave it.”

After all, the previous statement held true; just the sequence for detoxification alone had forty million possibilities. Where would he find the time for such verbal disputes with them? The strategy was this, believe it or not!

As expected, his strategy met with doubt as soon as it was presented. Fortunately, he was now among those at the ascendant post-detachment stage, so others could only inquire respectfully–Feng Daoist, why do this?

For such questions, Feng Jun usually just glanced at them, too lazy to respond.

But his attitude was automatically interpreted by people as–“I’m a distinguished ascendent. Why should I have to explain my actions to you?”

What, haven’t you ever seen a proud ascender cherish their broom?

He thought he was being quite considerate, not even intending to charge for the treatment strategy. Unexpectedly, Lin Xiangdong came to him, offering–A large batch of low-level talismans are on their way, can you wait a few more days, Daoist Feng?

He even took the initiative to offer, if Daoist Feng was in a hurry for cultivation, he could utilize Wanfu Platform’s resources, and if he chose to cultivate in Qiuchen Market, the cost of the Spirit Stones would also be covered by them.

So Feng Jun ended up waiting for over ten days. With nothing much to do during the wait, he went to cultivate in a cave dwelling within Qiuchen Market. With Wanfu Platform’s acknowledgment, he easily entered a dwelling only accessible to those at the high tiers of post-detachment.

The Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique consumed a significant amount of Spiritual Energy, and a high-tier post-detachment dwelling was just what he needed. This time, however, he had not applied for it; it was Lin Xiangdong’s direct request, offered without any explanation to the market.

After all, handling such a small matter was indeed trivial for Wanfu Platform–nothing more than a gesture of good faith towards Feng Jun.

Feng Jun accepted this token with a smile, and by the time he emerged from the cave dwelling, he had reached the peak of the first level of post-detachment.

During his period of cultivation, physicians and alchemists had fiercely argued over the treatment plan for the Mystic Turtle, unable to persuade each other. Two highly revered physicians almost came to blows.

In this chaos, Lin Xiangdong had to step in to mediate, “I have a suggestion. Based on Ascendant Feng’s treatment plan, if we first expel the poison of the Ghost Face Vine… could it lead to serious consequences?”

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