CHAPTER 795 THE KYLIN CLAN

"Why should I tell you? Who are you?" the little turtle asked Darren.

"Hum! You are even more arrogant than me. I'll teach you a lesson!" The Water Kylin slapped the turtle.

"Ouch! That hurt!" The little turtle cried.

"Th... Sir, don't fight me anymore. I just live here... I came here too many years ago. I can't remember

everything clearly." The turtle thought about Darren's question, but could not remember how much time

had passed.

"Well, have you seen these things?" Darren showed the list of herbs on the parchment scroll to the little

turtle.

"No, I haven't. Even if I did see these ragged plants before, I can't remember them now." The little turtle

pouted.

But then, the ferocious expression on the Water Kylin's face changed the little turtle's tune in a hurry,

"Ahem! I need to take a better look."

The little turtle pretended to study the scroll before he said, "Ah, I've seen these herbs before. There

are a lot of them in that place. Let me take you there."

"Little bastard, are you thinking of cheating us?" Obviously, the Water Kylin didn't believe him at all.

"No! Absolutely not. I plucked this flower when I pursued Jill." The turtle pointed at the Burial Spirit

Flower on the scroll.

"Who is Jill?" the Water Kylin asked curiously.

"She's the one I love. She is a big, beautiful female turtle," the little turtle said proudly.

"Pfft!" The Water Kylin laughed. He was about to vomit when he heard the name, Jill.

"Well, don't talk any more nonsense. Take us there now," Darren ordered.

"Okay, sir." The little turtle glared at the Water Kylin one last time before turning and swimming toward C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

a direction. Mischief shone in his eyes.

After crossing many deep canyons and mountains under the sea, they didn't see the herbs they

sought.

"Were you lying to us earlier? Are you intentionally wasting our time?" The Water Kylin was enraged.

"You must keep calm. Otherwise, how can you become powerful in the future?" the little turtle said with

arrogance.

Hearing this, fury coursed through the Water Kylin. He wished he could kill the little turtle who was even

more arrogant than him.

"We are almost there."

Before the Water Kylin could say anything, the little turtle pointed ahead.

A dark patch of water filled with rotten plants lay in front of them. And smelly water bubbles floated up

from the seabed from time to time. There was no Burial Spirit Flower here.

"I know you want to scold me again, don't you? Open your fucking eyes and see. Do you see that small

whirlpool over there?

If you can't even recognize this low-level access, don't blame me for calling you trash," the little turtle

floated leisurely in the water as he cursed.

"Okay. This is indeed an access." Finley nodded and continued, "You are useless now. What's more,

your mouth is smellier than a dead dog's. You can die now."

The little turtle widened his eyes and glared at Finley when he heard the threat.

"Fuck! What shameless bastards! I've brought you here. You can't be ungrateful."

But before he could finish speaking, a cold killing intent swept over.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." The little turtle kowtowed repeatedly.

"Sir, I shouldn't have said that. Please forgive me. Please spare me."

He moved toward the water whirlpool as he begged.

Gradually, he was less than a foot away from the whirlpool.

"You are just a bunch of losers! I will leave now!"

By now, half of his body disappeared into the whirlpool.

The others rushed into the whirlpool in an instant.

The little turtle panicked when he felt as though a huge mountain was suppressing him.

After a while, streaks of light pierced Darren and the others' eyes.

"Err? Where are we?"

Before them lay a swamp that was full of withered branches and rotten leaves. A dense mist that

reeked of death filled this land.

Far on the horizon, they could see a faint blood-red mist. Some magma and black fog rushed toward

the sky.

"This is my den. Surrender or die!" The Water Kylin had already caught the little turtle. But he didn't

panic at all as he saw his companions' heads stretching out from the swamp.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Numerous calf-sized turtles rushed out from the swamp. Massive oddly marked turtle shells balanced

on powerful legs, and with muscles bulging on their bodies, the turtles were indeed intimidating to see.

Each turtle man held a spear with a cold light flashing in his hand.

"How dare you hurt our prince?"

the lead muscular turtle man shouted fiercely.

"Shit! There are so many turtles!" The Water Kylin stared at the turtle men around him.

"Oh, that is..."

Only then did the turtle men notice the Water Kylin. Their eyes widened with astonishment.

A moment later, they all knelt.

"Good day! My Lord."

"What?"

Darren and Finley were astounded. They couldn't believe that these turtles called the Water Kylin, lord.

"How dare you, you idiots?" The little turtle went crazy when he saw how the others were behaving.

"My prince, this is Lord Kylin. We can't afford to offend him," a turtle man said after much hesitance.

"Bullshit! Why didn't I know about him?"

"You have been away for a hundred years. Perhaps that is why you don't know what has happened.

In the year when you left, the Water Demon Clan invaded our clan. We were at war with them for over

thirty years. The battle exhausted our resources, and we were almost annihilated. Thanks to the

assistance of the Kylin Clan, we were able to escape.

From then on, Lord Iron ordered that we must be respectful to the Kylin Clan and never offend them."

The more he heard, the angrier the little turtle became.

How dare the Water Demon Clan invade his territory?

"My grandfather is extremely powerful! He doesn't need the help of a legendary beast like this shit."

The little turtle turned toward the Water Kylin as he spoke.

Slap!

Angered, the Water Kylin whacked the little turtle on the head. Soon, his face swelled up.

"My Lord, please show mercy. Our prince was born with a dirty mouth. Please don't take his words to

heart." One turtle man pleaded for the little turtle. But then he realized that he had said something

offensive, which frightened him greatly.

"Ahem."

In fact, a storm seemed to be raging in the Water Kylin's mind.

As far as he could remember, he had never seen any of his clansmen.

Now, to his surprise, he heard about a Kylin Clan.

"Do I have parents?" Sorrow filled the Water Kylin's heart, and tears welled in his eyes. He took a deep

breath to stop himself from bursting into sobs. All this while, the Water Kylin had thought that he was

alone and that he didn't have parents or a family or a clan.

"Listen up. Take me to see the Kylin Clan, or I'll kill this little bastard."

"Yes, My Lord. But please be merciful toward our prince. I'll take you to meet our patriarch first, as only

he can get in touch with the noble Kylin Clan."

After he spoke, the turtle man turned and led the way to their patriarch.

"Darren..." Finley muttered as he turned to look at Darren.

"Let's go with him. Although the Water Kylin seems aloof and detached, he really wants to meet his

family. We are not in a hurry to prepare the herbs," Darren said.

"Yes, you're right." Finley nodded.