Chapter 441 | I Really Don't Want to Cultivate Immortality!

"Hey, my head's out..."

"Oop, I pulled it back in..."

"Out."

"In."

"Out..."

"In..."

"..."

In the sky, within the sea of clouds, the massive turtle head pulled back and stretched out, then pulled back and stretched out again in a repeating cycle.

It was as bizarre as it was ridiculous.

Xu Xian was speechless.

The little book spirit was stunned.

The giant tortoise taunted him with a smug look, "Well? What can you do to me? Are you mad? Are you going to die of anger?"

"Hit me then!"

"What can you do about it?"

The little book spirit's tiny cheeks twitched violently, "He is so shameless!"

Xu Xian's face was equally dark, his Adam's apple bobbing as he questioned, 'Are you sure he is really an Immortal King?'

For a dignified Immortal King to perform such a stunt... it was so childish. Was this even reasonable?

The little book spirit began to doubt itself.

Was it?

Had it really misjudged him? It looked at Xu Xian and pleaded, "Hit him. I really can't stand it anymore."

Xu Xian paused for a moment of reflection before saying, "Fine!"

Originally, Xu Xian had been debating whether to use the book spirit's single sword strike to split the barrier of the marsh and leave this place, or to split the array wall in front of him to find the turtle.

But now, he felt there was no need to hesitate.

It wasn't just because the other party was shameless or because he couldn't stand it anymore, but simply because he felt this old turtle only had this one trick left—acting mysterious and playing ghost.

Once the little book spirit unleashed that strike, it would fall into a deep sleep. Based on previous experience, it would take five or six days to wake up.

Although Xu Xian had previously been certain that this old turtle was restricted by some power and couldn't pose a threat to him—which was why it kept hiding—he still wanted to keep a card up his sleeve out of caution.

As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

He didn't want to split the wall only to be swallowed whole by the turtle immediately after.

That would be a disaster. Without the protection of that sword strike, Xu Xian felt his own strength was quite average.

Moreover, he wouldn't be able to run away then.

The barrier beneath his feet also required the little book spirit's full power to break.

However, the old turtle's reaction now gave him great confidence. He felt that if the turtle actually had any means to deal with him, it definitely wouldn't be performing such a "mental assault" in front of him.

Whether it was because of the hatred between it and the Li family or because of his own provocation, the turtle had plenty of reasons to kill him.

If it didn't act, it wasn't because it was kind. It could only be because it was incapable.

Therefore...

He decided not to hold back anymore and just wreck the damn thing.

Xu Xian began to prepare for the summoning of the Sword Tower to unleash that move, making sure he wouldn't collapse from exhaustion like last time.

The giant tortoise continued its mockery, practically begging for death.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you paralyzed with rage?"

"Weren't you just talking tough?"

"Chickening out already?"

"Young man, you're not up to much, are you?"

Xu Xian turned a deaf ear to the insults. Amidst the mockery, he slowly raised his head, a flash of cunning in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister grin. "You forced my hand."

Seeing the youth suddenly turn fierce, the giant tortoise's heart skipped a beat, but only for a moment. It remained confident, saying, "Come on then! If you have the ability, kill me. If you can't, then just stay here and wait to die with me! Hahaha!"

It didn't believe for a second that a sword cultivator at the beginning of the sixth stage like Xu Xian could cut through this barrier.

Even if he truly summoned the twelve ancient divine swords within the Sword Tower, it wouldn't be enough.

Xu Xian didn't bother wasting words. He turned and retreated.

The giant tortoise thought the youth had chickened out and was trying to run. The flicker of wariness it had felt completely vanished, and it continued to goad him. "What, leaving already? I thought you were going to wreck me?"

"Don't go..."

"Come back! I'm begging you to kill me!"

After walking back a hundred paces, Xu Xian stopped. He slowly turned around, reached his right hand toward the vast sky, and silently recited an incantation.

Amidst the giant tortoise's constant chatter, he summoned the Sword Tower once more. But this time, all twelve stories of the tower rose, larger and taller than before.

And it did not dissipate.

Watching the radiant phantom of the high tower behind the youth, the giant tortoise's confidence grew. Its guess had been correct—the youth's Sword Tower was not fully open. Only the bottom two floors were swirling with sword intent.

In other words, he could only unleash two strikes at most. Just two strikes wouldn't even be enough to split the water curtain beneath his feet, let alone break this barrier.

It immediately became even more arrogant.

"What can you do to me with a mere two-story Sword Tower?"

Xu Xian still didn't respond. To deal with a rogue like this, one had to be direct—fight it, hurt it, and it would behave.

Under the ten-colored sky, he drew the Heaven-Burning Sparrow and the Yellow Spring Burial in succession before its eyes.

The marsh beneath his feet rippled with the agitation of energy, the shimmering surface of the lake turning white, red, and black in turns.

The Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, the God of Death whispered, and as the Sword Tower faded into the background, the youth stood there holding the twin swords.

The giant tortoise narrowed its deep eyes, lowering its massive body from the clouds as the chains around it swayed violently in the sky.

"I guessed right. Heh, he really does have a bit of that person's style from back then. His presence is quite formidable."

In its eyes, there was only curiosity, no shock or fear.

In all of Fanzhou, it was the only existence that wouldn't be terrified when Xu Xian summoned the Sword Tower and drew the divine swords.

Xu Xian let out a cold laugh, still ignoring it, only mocking it in his heart.

'Laugh all you want. You'll be crying in a moment.'

The little book spirit hovered in front of him. As their connection established, the two swords merged into the little book spirit's tiny body just as they had before.

Perhaps because it was the second time, Xu Xian felt the fusion was significantly faster.

The giant tortoise was a bit dazed when it saw the youth's swords suddenly disappear. A second later, when it saw a little fellow appear out of thin air, it faltered.

"An artifact spirit?"

Spirits were divided into innate spirits and acquired spirits. The spirit before it was an acquired spirit—the artifact spirit of the Sword Tower.

The little book spirit stood up, and a phantom of the Book Immortal also rose from the surface of the marsh, standing right on the horizon. Its size eclipsed the giant tortoise.

Its height was so immense that it pierced through the ten-colored sky, with nearly its entire head buried within the cloud layers.

The giant tortoise no longer looked down. Instead, it had to crane its head high to look up.

"This is..."

It panicked. It was in total disarray.

The little book spirit didn't waste a single word. It reached out and drew the sword from its book chest, slashing forward without hesitation.

The phantom behind it followed suit, drawing its sword and striking in perfect synchronization.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, executed in one go.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement, nor a shred of hesitation.

Appear. Draw. Strike.

And then...

Sword qi went on a rampage!

The mourning wind howled and the sound of swords thundered. The giant tortoise's projection was instantly swallowed and torn to shreds.