I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3370 - 1682: A State of One Daughter Calls Mournful, Before the Storm It is Still Peaceful
Chapter 3370 -1682: A State of One Daughter Calls Mournful, Before the Storm It is Still Peaceful
“Drip, drip…”
Falling from tree leaves, splattering onto the soil, then forming ripples that spread across the lake surface.
Months after Hua Changdeng lit his lantern to hunt ghosts, the Mournful Emperor realm welcomed its first rain.
This signaled the normalization of the weather. The Emperor realm returned to its natural state, and everything resumed its proper order.
The sound of rain grew louder and heavier.
Bubbles in the mountain lake burst forth more plentifully, as if the fish were suffocating, desperately vying to surface for a breath of fresh air.
“Wow!”
The lake surface exploded, revealing numerous Bei Huai.
There were mermaids with human heads and fish bodies, and mer-creatures with fish heads and human bodies…
While the other fish inhaled the fresh air, one Bei Huai swam near the shore from afar. It had a human head and fish body, its face rounded like a baby’s cheeks—utterly adorable:
“What are you thinking?”
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On the shore, a white-clothed, barefoot Bei Huai rested his chin on his hand, his hollow eyes fixed on the scene as though he’d been lost in thought for a long time.
Around him, dead leaves covered the ground, dust clung to his body, and spiderwebs stretched from his legs to the rock’s edge, tangling his chin and chest.
He had become one with the tree, stone, lake, wind, and rain—a seamless part of the whole, no longer a distinct individual.
The motionless, unified Bei Huai returned to life as he heard the voice, his pupils shifting slowly downward.
Whoosh!
Wind and rain lashed the lakeside.
The dust and cobwebs on Bei Huai’s body were swept clean away, making him pristine once more.
He curled his lips into a faint smile, gazing gently at the little Bei Huai clinging to the shoreline, and replied warmly, “I am recovering.”
“Have you recovered yet?”
“Hmm.”
“Recovering? What does that mean?” asked the little Bei Huai as it playfully flicked its fish tail—the tail a radiant sky-blue hue, capable of releasing a golden-edged Void Power sharp enough to mark it as a dominant figure among the mountain lake’s Bei Huai.
The white-clothed, barefoot Bei Huai remained resting his chin, a book with yellowed pages in his other hand. Tucked inside was a pen—his “Bei Huai’s Study of Life” journal.
Rain drenched his hair, streaming down his eye sockets and temples. He showed neither discomfort nor concern, patiently watching the little Bei Huai as he explained softly:
“Life is about ‘recovery.'”
“When the wind breaks the japonicum tree’s branches, the wounds need time to heal; likewise, individuals injured may use this process to regenerate, to bloom once more.”
As he spoke, the rain-soaked Bei Huai raised his hand, palm and face skyward, letting his body feel the icy droplets of rain.
“Look, it’s raining.”
Rain is a gift from the skies, the nectar of life.
Bei Huai’s words were crystal-clear; he desired prosperity and vitality.
Thus, the Mournful Emperor realm erupted with lush greenery as the grass and trees grew rapidly, red blossoms and violet flowers competing for splendor, releasing intoxicating fragrances.
“It’s raining!”
“Look, it’s raining!”
At last realizing, the little Bei Huai shouted excitedly, swimming to various parts of the mountain lake.
Soon, the Mournful Emperor realm echoed with joyous cheers spreading everywhere. Every Bei Huai celebrated their rebirth under the rain, brimming with happiness.
Bei Huai smiled joyfully.
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…”
Suddenly, the falling rain streams cracked open, secreting streaks of blood-red light.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Pain, it hurts so much, it hurts terribly!”
“Don’t consume me, don’t consume me, I still want to live, I still want to live…”
Cries of anguish arose from all directions; each life that came into contact with the rain—plants wilted, Bei Huai decayed.
It was as if they were eroded, dissolved, cursed…
With this rain, the Mournful Emperor realm descended into earthly hell, quickly blanketed by gray shadows and crimson mist.
Bei Huai lost his smile.
He flipped open “Bei Huai’s Study of Life” journal, retrieving the pen to bite between his teeth and rapidly skimmed the pages.
He found no irregularities.
Soon, he put down the journal and tilted his ear, as though listening for something.
“Cursed Yin?”
Behind him, a vague black silhouette materialized, emitting a slight voice of suspicion.
The black shadow stood tall, about thirty feet high, shrouded entirely in a black robe. Within the hood’s darkness, no face could be seen—only two eerie will-o-wisps.
From its long sleeves protruded skeletal hands gripping a black scythe, its blade spanning several feet, the handle angling deep into the ground as if immaterial.
“No…”
The shadow quickly identified the anomaly: “Power of the Blood World Pearl, Cursed Yin Evil Technique, and bloodline curse, along with…” The voice trailed off, fading into silence.
Bei Huai withdrew his hand.
The pits and hollows on his palm rapidly healed.
With a slight clench of his fingers, the various forces were forced into manifestation.
Power of the Blood World Pearl, power of the evil god, power of the curse, Aura of the God of Death…
“Your power.”
Bei Huai gazed at the cloud-laden sky, murmuring blankly.
Behind him, the shadow flickered briefly before vanishing completely.
“Crack!”
Bei Huai crushed the cluster of power in his grip, the corners of his lips curling once more into a contented smile.
He retrieved the yellowed journal and rose to his feet. All other forces had dissipated from his palm, save for a faint trace of Engulfing Power.
“I’ve found you.”
…
Will Bei Huai die?
Until the figure of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man disappeared completely beyond the horizon, its voice of curses faded from his ears.
Ai Cangsheng did not shoot his arrow, the Eyes of the Great Path gazed into the void, still vacant.
Soon, he confirmed his answer.
Bei Huai will not die!
The Ten High Nobles are filled with strange beasts.
Some, like himself, had unremarkable origins but climbed step by step through chance and sudden breakthroughs.
Others, like Cao Yihan and Bazhun’an, were prodigies who achieved their heights with a single stroke, understanding the essence of “Insight.”
Yet, all combined could not match the whim of a descendant from the Five Great Holy Emperor Families:
