I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3373 - 1683: No Tigers in Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Lord Shou Brandishes the Halberd to Dig the Soil
Chapter 3373 -1683: No Tigers in Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Lord Shou Brandishes the Halberd to Dig the Soil
“Brothers, it’s time. I really need to leave the Sacred Mountain.”
Outside Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Feng Zhongzui was shaken by Beibei’s ghostly visage.
The nickname “Ai Gou,” when uttered from the mouths of those on the Sacred Mountain’s side, no matter how many times it’s heard, still feels utterly defiant of logic.
He quietly shifted the mirror to the side, capturing a different angle, unwilling to make Beibei feel embarrassed.
Even after Beibei barked like a dog and realized what she’d done, her face flushed red with shame, wishing she could smash her head against the mirror and die right then and there.
Why was Sword Deity Bei behaving in such a manner?
And why had she just uttered such brazen words?
Everything seemed predestined, as though set in motion long ago, merely due to contact with Lord Shou and the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
These two bringers of calamity—one could directly manipulate people.
The other, as long as a person wasn’t dead, was rumored to leave remnants of decay energy and Blood World Pearl’s power, guiding the unwitting towards death from afar.
Previously, Feng Zhongzui had carried the mirror with fervor, proudly recording the battles of sword immortals, thinking it all so fresh, so entertaining.
Now that the initial thrill had passed, he began pondering the philosophical quandaries of life and death.
“Feng Zhongzui, right? Come here.”
But before he could bid farewell to Sword Deity Bei, ready to leave, Lord Shou waved from not far away. Feng Zhongzui froze mid-step, his heart filled with a sense of foreboding.
Turning his head quickly, he preemptively exclaimed: “Lord Shou, what comes next shouldn’t be the sword immortals’ battle, and it concerns many parties. We, as members of the Feng family, lack the authority to record it.”
Now, at this moment, you remember you’re a member of the Feng family?
The Five Regions chuckled to themselves. Ever since Lord Shou ascended the Sacred Mountain, your various speeches seemed to have disregarded the fate of the Feng family altogether, haven’t they?
What’s the matter—now you actually care?
Enjoying the spectacle, people were unbothered by stirring up trouble.
Even if they knew Feng Zhongzui couldn’t hear the voices from the other side of the Dao Imparting Mirror, everyone started shouting across the void:
“Don’t leave, Feng Zhongzui! You’ve braved so much until now; how come you’re shrinking at the crucial moment?”
“Yeah, earlier you were bold and spirited! That’s the real you, Feng Zhongzui! Sneaky behavior doesn’t suit you—you’ve been guided!”
“Lord Cang Sheng can wait for now. Lord Shou’s next destination is the Dead Sea. Isn’t this also a chance to impart knowledge and broaden horizons?”
“The Dead Sea, eh? Rumor has it that’s the Sacred Mountain’s greatest secret. Can such things truly be broadcast…” Some wore worried expressions, realizing secrets are sometimes best left unknown.
In the end, though, the fearless far outnumbered the cautious.
To put it plainly, the law doesn’t target the masses. Normally, few would dare entertain fantasies about catching a glimpse of the Dead Sea’s scenery.
Now, with Lord Shou leading the way and Feng Zhongzui holding the giant mirror upfront taking the damage, those observing from behind were merely accidental passersby catching a glimpse.
Just taking a look wouldn’t cost them anything.
If even that scares them, what’s the point of pursuing Spiritual Cultivation?
“Please, no… I beg you…”
Feng Zhongzui muttered his plea softly.
How could he not understand what Lord Shou’s summons meant? But as an ancient swordsman who doesn’t cultivate the spirit, he was truly terrified!
The Dead Sea really couldn’t be broadcast!
Across a region, across the mirror, he even received the old family head’s stern telepathic warning to reject Lord Shou’s request at all costs and never step into the Dead Sea.
Once involved, regardless of whether the Feng family acted voluntarily or was dragged in, even jumping into Mizao Spring wouldn’t wash away the trouble.
But gazing upon Lord Shou’s playful, faintly smiling expression…
Feng Zhongzui’s complexion turned ghastly, almost reduced to tears. Who could possibly say no to Lord Shou?
“Xu Xiaoshou, I’m going to kill you!”
Sword Deity Bei, utterly embarrassed to the point of no escape, allowed her inner fury to erupt uncontrollably as she raised the Supreme Emperor Sword, slashing directly at him.
Yet to the current Xu Xiaoshou, Beibei was nothing more than a little baby—not even worth mentioning.
With his left hand, he lightly pushed sideways without turning his head, still maintaining an elegant side profile towards the Dao Imparting Mirror.
The Li Country Blade flashed open and shut, instantly countering, as the enraged Beibei charged forward like a bull only to be inexplicably lifted into the air with a cry of “Ah!”
“Does this count as her challenging me?”
In the mirror’s image, Lord Shou spread his hands helplessly, “She’s Sword Deity Bei. I’m the Number One Sword Deity. Will the battle between us not interest the Dao Imparting Mirror at all?”
Feng Zhongzui’s face turned the color of pig liver.
Could Sword Deity Bei possibly defeat Lord Shou? During their previous duel, she had caused the loss of the entire Jade Capital City.
“Then let’s keep it the same as before.”
Not wanting to trouble Feng Zhongzui, Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand with a grin, “You’ve been kidnapped by me.”
Thus, the Five Regions observed as the Dao Imparting Mirror awkwardly followed close behind Lord Shou’s rear while Beibei formed a parallel line beside him.
The scene felt conspicuously familiar.
Previously, when Lord Shou ascended the Sacred Mountain, those he’d coerced into accompaniment were also Feng Zhongzui and Beibei.
Was everything still proceeding according to his plan?
After all the turmoil, even Lord Cang Sheng had appeared, yet had failed to reverse the flow of destiny?
“No…”
Outside the Sacred Mountain, the saints were gripped with unease.
The flow of destiny had already shifted—but it now belonged to Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
The heavens were shattered!
The Sacred Mountain crumbled!
One word commanded Beibei, one word dragged the Feng family aboard the treacherous ship of the First Pavilion in the Sky… Xu Xiaoshou was no longer the man of yesterday.
At this very moment, with Lord Cang Sheng having gone south, who could possibly stop him?
“What should we do next?”
The Ninth Divine Priest, dressed in a flowing palace gown, hesitated as she cast her alluring gaze toward Fang Wenxin.
The saints of the Foreign Aid Faction, along with Xi, the sole representative from the six divisions, also turned their gaze to Elder Fang.
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Lord Cang Sheng was absent.
Zhong Yuanzi accompanied him south.
Right now, the only formidable fighter left in the Holy Divine Palace was Fang Wenxin, the first-generation member of the Red Coat division.
Elder Fang was immensely strong. Earlier, during the battle to defend Jade Capital City, he hadn’t unleashed his full potential, much like Elder Yu.
Elder Fang wielded one of the Great Psionic Weapons—the white shadow copper coins—and had even activated the “Blood Shadow.”
If Elder Fang unleashed his full combat strength, he’d surely give Lord Shou a hard time!
