Not long after, Jiang Ning returned home.
After briefly explaining things to Luyi, he went to the pool in his courtyard and fished out Old Turtle.
At this moment, Old Turtle was no bigger than a palm. His head and four limbs were all tucked into his shell, clearly different from an ordinary soft-shelled turtle.
Because an ordinary soft-shelled turtle was completely incapable of doing that.
Only tortoises could tuck their limbs and head into their shell.
"You really can sleep!!"
Even after Jiang Ning fished him out of the water, Old Turtle still did not move.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning smiled and instantly condensed a flame.
The flame roasted beneath Old Turtle's belly.
"Fire—"
Old Turtle sprang up in an instant, leaping several zhang high.
In midair, he stretched out his head, and only then did he see Jiang Ning, who looked like he was smiling yet not smiling.
"Master!!" Old Turtle's tone was full of fawning.
"How much has your cultivation increased?"
"A year and a half!!" Old Turtle landed on Jiang Ning's hand, his face full of excitement.
"A year and a half?" Jiang Ning murmured to himself, then nodded. "Not bad!"
Then he asked again, "Is it true that with a Thousand Years of Cultivation, one can be called a great demon?"
Old Turtle nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Master! With a Thousand Years of Cultivation, one can condense a Demon Core. Once the Demon Core is formed, one is a great demon."
"Are there any great demons in Luo River Lake?" Jiang Ning asked casually upon hearing this.
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
"Yes, Master! There is at least one great demon in the lake. I once saw it twice!" Old Turtle spoke with sudden solemnity.
Hearing this, a strange look instantly flashed through Jiang Ning's eyes.
That question just