The turtle coveted this White Spider Sacred Ancestor’s grave - the legacy of a saint. Anything from there could be considered a top artifact.

It claimed to have a way to make the princess speak and ran out of the island. Two hours later, it came back while carrying a basket of alchemy grass.

“When you want someone to speak, forcefully controlling their mind are both terrible methods. The best way is to let her do it willingly.” The turtle said confidently.

“Do you have a cleverer solution?” Feiyun asked.

“A demoness is still a woman, the most direct way is to use drugs.” The turtle shamelessly revealed.

“Huh? That’s rather wretched.”

“You don’t understand, young one.” The turtle ignored him and...