I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3203: Chapter 1628: Wretched World Pain Pierces the Bone, Fortune and Disaster Go Hand in Hand, Summoning the Sword_3

“Stop!”

Xu Xiaoshou hastily called out.

Calamity leans upon fortune, and fortune hides within calamity.

Having thought that after the second sword strike, his great momentum had faded, he had not expected Pride Void’s Cursed Yin to utter such words—was this not another opportunity given?

“Cursed Yin has promised, as reliable as gold.”

“Just now we agreed on three strikes. Now I win one, you win one, barely holding my own against an Ancestral God like you.”

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“Could it be that Cursed Yin is afraid of a tie and believes my third strike can truly slay you, wanting to tear up our previous promise?”

Xu Xiaoshou spoke cautiously, elevating Cursed Yin high while not hiding the disdain in his words:

“Of course, that’s possible. A mere verbal promise, I often play the villain who breaks one myself.”

“A promise is a promise, and what’s conventional is only conventional; indeed, no one has decreed that promises must be kept.”

“Alas, enough. I don’t want to talk anymore. I won’t resist, just stand here, come and cut my neck. I have a long neck, easy to slice.”

“Here’s the Fourth Sword for you.”

Swish, swish, swish…

All arts are set.

Before Xu Xiaoshou could finish, Cursed Yin’s fingertip motions came to a halt, his face changing unpredictably.

“Sizzle~”

After a long time, the corner of His mouth curled up first, emitting a disdainful cold laugh, then His six hands folded behind His back, standing like a courteous True God gentleman.

Lifting his head high, full of arrogance:

“The third sword strike, please!”

…

“The moonlight before my bed, I suspect it’s frost on the ground~”

Dao Qiongcang, who was commanding thirty million frenzied dogs to chase after Wen Ting, suddenly shuddered and immediately retracted his consciousness back to his body.

He found Cursed Yin frozen mid-air, his face hesitant, apprehensive, puzzled, at a loss for words.

Hallmaster Dao was not as restrained as He.

He understood Xu Xiaoshou too well, Spirit Rhinoceros Technique in motion, directly cursed while both angry and exasperated:

“What are you doing?”

“Xu Xiaoshou, don’t go mad!”

“Do you see what time it is now?”

What time is it?

This is the key moment for salvation!

Whether it can be successful depends on this move—and this is all I have!

“Judge for yourself.”

“Ponder it well.”

Xu Xiaoshou, too lazy to take back his Spirit Rhinoceros Technique, after speaking drew his sword in the void, walking with one poem per step, looking up or bowing his head, with an emotion-rich demeanor:

“I raise my head to view the bright moon~”

“Ah, then bow my head and think of my homeland!”

…

“What are you doing!”

Dao Qiongcang was near breaking point.

Could it be that the non-fatal second sword strike Cursed Yin suffered and the hard break caused Xu Xiaoshou’s mind to snap from the backlash?

He tried to find a different signal in the homesickness poem just recited as a consolation for his imminent emotional collapse.

Without result.

Except for sensing Xu Xiaoshou’s deep homesickness, eager to return to Shengshen Continent, he didn’t get any useful signals.

—But what’s going on with this guy showing a tendency to self-destruct?!

“Xu Xiaoshou, whatever troubles you have, share them with me. I must confess, I am currently arranging contingencies among the stars.”

“I’ve been Hallmaster Dao for thirty years, fighting evil gods with confidence… don’t act like this, it scares me.”

For the first time, Dao Qiongcang was in such a panic because his sword felt weakened.

Rao Yaoyao never gave up even in death, why would you, Xu Xiaoshou, falter at the brink of battle?

The Spirit Rhinoceros Technique was like stagnant water, immobile.

Dao Qiongcang received no more responses, and after Xu Xiaoshou paused mid-air for several breaths, he raised his eyes to speak again:

“Ah!”

This emotionally charged exclamation towards the high sky.

Both Dao Qiongcang and Cursed Yin were deeply shaken, inundated with mixed feelings.

Then they heard the young man, without drawing his sword, the prelude to the strike was yet another poem:

“Last night I dreamt of flowers falling by the idle pool, pitying the springtime not returning home~”

Excellent!

Cursed Yin couldn’t help but immerse in that kind of mood.

Unexpectedly, this Xu Xiaoshou also had some spiritual depth. What would follow?

Dao Qiongcang analyzed the poem in his mind.

A bit too short, couldn’t figure it out; he listened intently.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned as though hindered, hesitating for a while before he uncertainly recited:

“Pounding the clothes on the mallet, it brushes and returns…”

“Below is, hiss… bad… I… forgot…”

Cursed Yin, disrupted from immersing in mood by the self-talking, was filled with rage.

Dao Qiongcang dismissed his budding hope.

Indeed, Xu Xiaoshou was just suddenly going mad and not attempting to summon Bazhun’an with “poetry” after failing with “illusion.”

—He didn’t have that sort of literary talent at all!

“Spring hasn’t come, so what woman’s laundry are you taking in!”

“Do you even know how to compose poetry? If not, don’t mess around!”

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang struggled in his final throes, using the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique in an attempt to awaken the delirious Xu Xiaoshou.

He only saw Xu Xiaoshou touch his nose sullenly, then promptly pulled out the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff:

“Reverse!”

The scenery changed in an instant.

This guy’s face read “Don’t worry, I can restart,” and then he began to chant:

“Last night’s idle dreams fell with the flowers, oh how pitiful, spring halfway yet not returning home~”

“River’s flow and spring’s end draw near, moon falls over the pond tilting west again~”

…

“Wen Ting, save me!”

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, like thirty million evil hounds, dashed madly across the starry sky.

He had utterly given up on Xu Xiaoshou, who was completely uncontrollable; whenever cooperation was key, the chain would break, always the chain would break.

Bazhun’an, I can only ask for myself!

Grasp Wen Ting, find the Burial Sword Tomb, return to the Southern Region, Bazhun’an should still be in the Southern Region…

No, that’s not right.

After returning to the Southern Region, why should I even invite Bazhun’an back to trouble myself?

Xu Xiaoshou, let him die beautifully within his poetry and compositions, why bother to return and trouble oneself?

“Buzz!”

Such thoughts flitted by when thirty million Master Sword Intent froze in the air.

The thirty million hellhound-like Heavenly Mechanism Army halted their steps in unison, turning from afar towards the direction of the Divine Relics, uncontrollably trembling.

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang was stunned.

No way?

This is possible?

“Clang——”

The silent sword cries echoed throughout the starry sky.

Over ten million Light Swords left their wielders’ hands, whirring towards the direction of the Divine Relics.

“Impossible!”

One of the Heavenly Mechanism Puppets, releasing the aura of the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, uncontrollably pulled out the Angry Immortal in the midst of containing it.

“Come back!”

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang attempted to manipulate the Heavenly Mechanism Puppet, striving to retrieve the gift from an old friend.

Bang!

The Buddha Sword quivered.

That Heavenly Mechanism Puppet exploded into fine powder.

The uncontrollable Buddha Sword turned into a streak of light, shrieking as it pierced the starry heavens, thrusting towards a certain direction as an act of homage.

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang was about to go mad.

Why were they all so out of tune, why were they all so preposterous…

Ancient swordsman!

Should the day come that I achieve the Dao, I will slay all ancient swordsmen under the heavens!

He commanded the thirty million Heavenly Mechanism Army, no longer pursuing Wen Ting, and set off back to the Divine Relics.

“Buddha Sword, come back!!!”

“You are mine!”

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What was he planning to do?

It must be said, the Cursed Yin really got to Xu Xiaoshou.

This Third Sword was long overdue, and just pacing in the void, Xu Xiaoshou had recited no less than ten poems.

There might be errors.

But after picking up the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff to restart, each poem’s mood was exquisite.

Yet he simply did not draw his sword!

What was his intention?

This action, even for the Cursed Yin below the Pride Void, felt extremely abnormal.

It interpreted this as a tactic to delay time; even delaying time must have a purpose, what was Xu Xiaoshou waiting for?

Was there reinforcement coming?

The Divine Sense unconsciously probed the starry sky, and Cursed Yin suddenly awoke from a dream.

The prohibitions have been broken…

The Heavenly Mechanism Army…

Ten million Light Swords…

The Angry Immortal comes in homage…

“Unrestrained!”

Realizing that Xu Xiaoshou on the surface was reciting poetry, but covertly was scheming, Cursed Yin’s entire soul swelled as if it was about to burst.

“A gentleman’s agreement?”

“What is an agreement?”

It raised its six arms high, its face written with the humiliation of being deceived, no longer caring for the promise just made and was about to strike down the offender.

Who would’ve thought, it was at this same moment, Xu Xiaoshou gripped the Fourth Sword, disengaging from his poetic state, looking towards It:

“Has it arrived?”

Arrived?

What has arrived?

Cursed Yin didn’t understand and was about to strike.

A humming resounded between heaven and earth as ten million streaks of light pierced from beyond the starry sky, with a Buddhist light at the forefront extremely striking.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes shone brightly as well, his aura soared as if he transformed into the supreme being between heaven and earth, let out a long howl:

“Sword, come!”