I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3385: Chapter 1686: The Exiled Daughter also Shares the Ambition to Soar Above the Clouds, Godhood 3 Talks about Feng’s Life_2

But to go back to the point…

If it weren’t for the Dragon Apricot’s laziness, it wouldn’t have shrunk back into the Herb Garden of Divine Farmer.

If it weren’t for the Dragon Apricot’s uselessness, over all these years, it wouldn’t have yet been excavated by the Holy Divine Palace or others.

From this perspective, if the Dragon Apricot had not been tempted by greed for the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, its existence and survival strategy would embody the self-concealing wisdom of a divine relic. Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor levels may be wishful thinking, but longevity would have been a certainty.

In any case, under such circumstances, Xu Xiaoshou would never have encountered the Dragon Apricot, let alone upgraded his Yuan Mansion into the Apricot Realm, gaining such significant convenience.

For this alone, Xu Xiaoshou would never abandon the Dragon Apricot.

To drink water and forget the one who dug the well—certainly not Xu Xiaoshou. Of course, Cheng Xingchu was also a contributor, deserving the Crystal Palace, though sadly, he met an untimely death.

“Lord Shou, if you’re fully prepared, I can connect to the Divine Relics right now.”

Smart individuals learn quickly, and the same goes for a smart tree.

The God Worship Willow Tree had gradually adapted to the conversational style and rhythm shared by the Dragon Apricot and Xu Xiaoshou, proactively integrating itself.

Yes, proactive integration was the only way!

The allure of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe and the hero’s graveyard of Jade Capital City reflected across the entire Holy Divine Land of the Central Region—a prevailing culture of decadence.

This wasn’t the essence of the God Worship Willow Tree.

The God Worship Willow Tree’s nature was wild and untamed.

Yet even so, the God Worship Willow Tree was mesmerized—after all, who wouldn’t enjoy being worshipped by thousands?

In its past days on Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, even when its body was cut down by people, the reverence it commanded remained intact, including from the likes of Hallmaster Dao, Ai Cangsheng, and Sword Deity Hua Changdeng.

The Apricot Realm was different.

Besides the Dragon Apricot, the entire Apricot Realm brimmed with an upward surging and unrelenting ambition, all due to Xu Xiaoshou’s presence!

If betraying its past was an act of necessity…

Then if one were to truly speak from the heart, the God Worship Willow Tree found Xu Xiaoshou to be deeply compatible—at least, that was its assessment.

Dao Xuanji felt the same; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to lend her strength earlier.

However, there was a fundamental difference between the two: the latter’s power was insufficient, far from sufficient!

“Proceed.”

Jin Ren flipped his hand and pulled out the Heavenly Realm Core.

Just as the God Worship Willow Tree was about to take action, Jin Ren grinned and said, “…Of course, we’ll proceed, but before that, I’d like to introduce someone to all of you.”

At the site of the Herb Garden of Divine Farmer, the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, the Dragon Apricot, and the God Worship Willow Tree stood aligned in a row, each towering several zhang tall.

At this moment, the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus had also “proactively” completed its contract process, becoming one of the World Trees and beginning its convergence of luck.

Three towering World Trees now stood like colossal deities at the very center of the Herb Garden of Divine Farmer, located at the rear of the Crystal Palace in Jade Capital City—imposing and awe-inspiring.

And before the three trees stood two diminutive humans.

“Step forward.”

Jin Ren beckoned with a wave of his hand.

Wearing a black python-patterned long robe with a standing violet-lined collar, a black and red cape draped diagonally over his left shoulder, exuding the air of a superior while suppressing the tempest of emotions within, Li Fugui steadied his trembling hands and stepped forward.

He nodded respectfully to each of the three World Trees, making a conscious effort to avoid any gestures that might be perceived as servile, such as cupped fists or bowing. With a formidable composure, strong enough to withstand the terrifying gaze of the three Great Ancestral Trees, he calmly opened his mouth and said:

“Greetings to the three of you. I am Li Fugui.”

…

Li Fugui smiled faintly, finished speaking, and then raised his head, gazing straight ahead, his eyes bright with determination.

World Trees!

These were no ordinary beings—they were World Trees!

As the ancients said: “In the Beginning of Chaos, Heaven and Earth were born, awakening with time, reviving with encounters. From ancient days to the present, their number forever remains nine—conflicting paths unyielding, worldly changes unsolvable—these are the ‘Nine Great Ancestral Trees.'”

Lord Shou had gathered three of them here!

Rumor even had it that the fourth was on its way!

And among the first people these three esteemed beings encountered after joining the World Trees of the Apricot Realm… was me.

Who am I?

I am Li Fugui.

“Li Fugui”—what a name of unparalleled greatness, akin to the legendary figures of Bazhun’an, Dao Qiongcang, and Ai Cangsheng?

Not at all!

Li Fugui is merely Li Fugui, nothing more.

Born into obscurity, Li Fugui was a short and plain-looking child, someone the street thugs passing by would trample upon without a second thought.

Were it not for some fortuitous stroke of fate as a mutant, plucked from the brink of despair and thrown into a dark organization, into the realm of Spiritual Cultivators…

Li Fugui would no longer exist.

In a dark faction, street trash like him were a dime a dozen—demons, ghosts, and all manner of scoundrels abounded.

Information networks were the hardest to survive in—full of scheming and backstabbing, where even comrades and self-betrayals led to countless deaths. Stripped of all humanity, surviving it meant becoming a shell of oneself.

Li Fugui, stripped bare of everything, would have perished.

A man alone, could he truly be said to exist?

But fate had its miracles, and fate worked its magic. Although Li Fugui had been granted the ability to undergo spiritual cultivation, his talent was painfully mediocre.

Through relentless scheming, he managed to eke out a name for himself, though even among his peers, he was merely average—moderately above average at best.

But as the saying goes, “The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind.”

Those stronger than me have perished, those more exceptional than me have fallen in battle.

In the end, could it be that I, Li Fugui, am simply the one most adept at staying alive?

The path of spiritual cultivation was arduous, so he painstakingly absorbed resources, climbing realms one step at a time; the path of intelligence was treacherous, so he tread carefully, taking each upward step with caution.

Li Fugui had never dreamed of acquiring anything.

Nor had he ever fantasized about achieving the “dreams” or “ascensions” that seemed exclusive to great figures.

But as he turned back to look—

The cloak of prestige had already settled upon his shoulders.

And now, the people below the mountain all call me… Lord Li!

The Flower Pavilion paved my path, the Abyss Island forged my dreams, but it was by following Lord Shou that miracles truly turned into reality!

This is no Fantasy Sword Technique.

Nor is it a Second World.

The three Great Ancestral Trees are now watching me, seriously scrutinizing, carefully analyzing…