The System Identifies Supreme Emperors as Ants, I Crush Them Instantly with One Punch - Chapter 6:

Chapter 6: Giving the Sacred Turtle a Bath

“Hey, you turtle, you can actually speak human words? Not bad, not bad, looks like you’ve become a spirit turtle,” Qin Tian shook the turtle in his hand as he commented. 

He wasn’t surprised. 

In this world, there were demons and all kinds of intelligent beings. 

With his Peak Mortal Martial Strength, lifting a grinding‑stone‑sized turtle was effortless.

“Put me down, you brat! Do you even know who I am?” the old turtle shouted in panic. For some reason, the moment Qin Tian picked him up, all his cultivation vanished, leaving him only the ability to speak.

“I know exactly who you are,” Qin Tian said, shaking him again.

“If you know who I am, then put me down!”

“You’re a filthy turtle who reeks like you’ve been soaking in a stinky ditch for a hundred years. Look at you—your shell is covered in moss and water plants. Consider yourself lucky. Today, I’ll help clean you up,” Qin Tian said, carrying the turtle toward the bamboo house’s exit.

“This vicious guy is at it again, randomly bullying an old turtle.”

“Who knows what he’s doing, but don’t provoke him. He has supreme-grade talent. He’ll definitely become a powerful immortal cultivator.”

“As expected of the Absolute Righteous Sect—truly a blessed land. Even an ordinary turtle here can speak human words,” the crowd murmured in awe.

After all, a demon beast that could speak was without exception a powerful great demon. Yet this old turtle had no cultivation but could still talk.

“Who is that kid?! Has he gone insane? He actually picked up Lord Sacred Turtle!”

Absolute Righteous Sect, Sect Hall.

At this moment, all the elders of the Absolute Righteous Sect had gathered. Now that the talent test was over, every elder could finally appear. During the test, all elders avoided showing themselves.

This was the sect’s unique tradition—they did not value talent, but wisdom and character. If an elder wanted to take in a disciple, they had to test candidates during the wisdom and character trials.

And the scene happening inside the bamboo house could be seen clearly from the sect hall.

Before their stunned eyes, Qin Tian walked up to Lord Sacred Turtle, picked him up, and even shook him a few times.

Lord Sacred Turtle was a thousand‑year‑old sacred beast, guardian deity of the sect. Even the Sect Master didn’t dare treat him like that!

“Sect Master, look at your terrible idea. Now Lord Sacred Turtle is being humiliated,” the Great Elder complained. That kid was too outrageous.

This was a talking demon beast. Didn’t he know only great demons or stronger could do that?

“He’s too reckless…”

“Stop him quickly, don’t let the ancestor be shamed!”

“Wait,” the Sect Master said, frowning. “The ancestor’s cultivation is unfathomable. This boy only has some mortal strength. The ancestor must be doing this on purpose.”

“Ancestor has always cared about his face. Perhaps he’s hiding his cultivation on purpose to test the disciples’ wisdom. Don’t forget, this is the second test—Wisdom. The ancestor is personally in charge. We don’t know the details.”

“That’s right! The ancestor must be doing this on purpose. Otherwise, how could this boy possibly lift him? Lord Sacred Turtle weighs more than a small mountain.”

“So that’s it.”

With the Sect Master’s explanation, everyone understood immediately.

“But this kid is still too reckless.”

“Is that really the case?” The Great Elder watched closely. Something wasn’t right. The ancestor’s four little legs were flailing wildly—it didn’t look like acting at all. It looked like he was genuinely being grabbed and desperately trying to escape.

“Brat, what are you doing?! Put me down!” The old turtle was terrified. For some reason, he had completely lost his powers, leaving him without the slightest sense of security.

“Those damn brats of the sect! I’m suffering like this and being humiliated, yet none of them are coming to save me?” the old turtle cursed bitterly. He had protected the Absolute Righteous Sect for a thousand years, yet not one person came to help him now.

He felt truly disappointed.

“Stop talking. A turtle shouldn’t chatter so much,” Qin Tian said as he smacked the turtle on the head, dazing him on the spot.

“Ancestor has sacrificed so much. It’s all for the sake of testing the disciples,” the elders murmured, deeply moved. 

Seeing the ancestor being slapped, they respected him even more. For the sake of selecting talented disciples, he truly endured everything.

“Isn’t the second test supposed to be wisdom? Why hasn’t anything happened yet?” The other disciples were shocked by Qin Tian’s brutality but didn’t dare interfere.

Hundreds of disciples looked around. There wasn’t a single disciple of the Absolute Righteous Sect in sight.

“Maybe it’s already begun. Since it’s a wisdom test, they’re probably testing our observation and comprehension. The clues must be hidden inside this bamboo house,” the Golden-Haired Youth said smugly, convinced he had figured it out.

“That’s possible.”

“They wouldn’t send us here for no reason.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Xiyue, gifted with supreme talent and hailing from the Jiang family, looked puzzled.

Those from cultivation families had heard the Absolute Righteous Sect’s reputation in advance. The second test should involve answering questions correctly to pass.

A few other disciples from cultivation families nodded—they had heard the same thing. But since no one from the sect appeared, the crowd had no choice but to search the room.

While the others fumbled around, Qin Tian had already carried the turtle outside.

The wooden house sat above a pond, making it easy to draw water.

“You’re lucky, old turtle. This is the first time I’m giving someone a bath. First time bathing an animal too,” Qin Tian said, dunking the turtle into the water. “Have to wet you first—otherwise I can’t scrub you properly.”

“No good, I don’t have tools.” Qin Tian looked at his empty hands. The turtle’s shell wasn’t just covered in plants—thick moss layered over it too. Bare hands wouldn’t clean it.

Still carrying the turtle, he walked around the bamboo house until he found a brush in the outhouse at the far corner.

“It’s for scrubbing chamber pots. You’ll have to make do.”

“Brat! A man can be killed, but not humiliated!” The old turtle went berserk. Qin Tian was actually going to scrub him with a toilet brush.

If his old friends ever found out, he would never live it down.

“Don’t move. If you move again, I’ll hit you with this brush,” Qin Tian said, lifting the foul-smelling brush. One look was enough to freeze the old turtle completely.

Tears streamed from the old turtle’s eyes. He had pranked new disciples for hundreds of years. He never expected to face such catastrophe himself.

He didn’t dare move. Qin Tian did not look like he was joking. If he actually got hit with that toilet brush, life wouldn’t be worth living.

“Ancestor, truly admirable. From now on, no disciple is allowed to say the ancestor has strange hobbies or likes to prank newcomers,” the Sect Master said solemnly.

He had always thought the wisdom test was pointless, something the ancestor created out of boredom. Now he understood there must be deeper meaning.

“It was my own shallow thinking.”

All the elders in the hall fell silent.

Qin Tian picked up the brush and began scrubbing the moss off the turtle’s shell.