I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3755: Chapter 1817: Xiao Lang

After more than ten breaths of time had passed, seeing the corpse lying on the ground still unmoving, the spectators in the tavern finally realized something.

"The higher void, dead?"

The Cheng family had set their tone too high, their stride too large, and the momentum of the higher void was overly exaggerated.

After Xiao Wanfeng’s light and breezy sword...

The higher void fell.

The higher void could not rise again.

This was too dramatic, had the Cheng family become clowns?

"No, impossible..."

Cheng Xie’s face was a mix of pale and blue, disbelief written all over it.

He understood the Heart Sword Technique, knew the Hidden Sword Technique, was slightly acquainted with the emotion sword technique, yet combining them all, even he could not achieve such a swordsmanship effect.

"Heart Lake?"

"Is this Ancient Sword Technique? How could this be Ancient Sword Technique!"

The effect of Heart Lake was almost comparable to Wisdom is Emptiness, yet it was fundamentally different from Wisdom is Emptiness.

It only employed the use of the Heart Sword Technique, assisted by at most the first level of each of the Nine Major Sword Techniques.

But could the fusion of the first level create the destructive power of the second realm?

"Surprised?"

Retracting his sword and standing solemnly, Xiao Wanfeng found it only natural.

His years of understanding, questioning, overturning, and reshaping the Nine Major Sword Techniques, when not wielding his sword, could only be described as paper talk.

After truly gaining Xuan Cang’s acknowledgment, Xiao Wanfeng had confidence:

The path was not wrong, as long as the endpoint was confirmed, the process only depended on how one chose to walk it and whether to persist.

He stared at Cheng Xie, looked at those ancient swordsmen like Cheng Xie who adhered to the old ways, took a deep breath, and for the first time in front of outsiders, interpreted his own path:

"You cultivate the path of all beings, I cultivate the path of the late breeze, I am myself, not with others."

Buzz——

The godhood sword Xuan Cang long chanted, continuously vibrating.

It seemed only this moment, this type of moment, he and Xiao Wanfeng became one, also the fundamental reason it chose Xiao Wanfeng over Rao Yaoyao.

"I am myself, not with others..."

Cheng Xie’s gaze flickered, retreating repeatedly, an enormous wave stirred in his heart.

Xiao Wanfeng’s single sword shattered his lifelong understanding of the ancient swordsman’s career; these words made him question whether his own path was right.

While everyone pursued the Eighteen Sword Forms, pursued "techniques," this kid directly entered from the "Dao root"?

Was this the right way?

But this wasn’t even considered a shortcut!

He walked, obviously, the hardest road!

"So he was able to gain Xuan Cang’s acknowledgment..."

Gu Qinger clucked and marveled, looking at the Eldest Senior Brother, "And we are all Rao Yaoyao."

Rao Yaoyao was not a synonym for weakness.

It’s just that the world’s entire community of ancient swordsmen travels the path delineated by the Sword God, following the rules, everyone in the Burial Sword Tomb not being an exception.

"Is that Xiao Wanfeng the pioneer of this path?" Gu Qingsan, gifted as he was, had never heard of such an inhuman cultivation method.

This equates to being just born, when others were learning to speak and crawl, Xiao Wanfeng already started practicing flying.

Flying was very difficult, so much so that for seventeen years, it seemed he couldn’t even speak or crawl.

But on the day he truly took flight, he indeed made a breathtaking impact!

Gu Qingyi frowned, pondering, feeling as if he’d heard of this kind of sword cultivation method before, quickly recalling and shaking his head at the Third Junior Brother:

"You should have heard of a saying..."

"What?"

"The path of the ancient swordsman has been trodden into ruin."

"Does Eldest Senior Brother mean this..."

Gu Qinger, Gu Qingsan, and Gu Qingyi all turned their heads, even Lu Shiyu in the midair, and the surrounding spectators in the tavern could not help but turn their heads and look at this erudite Eldest Senior Brother of the Burial Sword Tomb.

Gu Qingyi said: "There’s no record in the books, but I vaguely remember Supreme Master mentioning someone did attempt such an exotic cultivation method."

Xiao Wanfeng’s body stiffened, following his turn back.

I am not the first?

After a brief thought, cries of surprise quickly erupted from the crowd:

"Bazhun’an?"

Xiao Wanfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

He had always kept his sword cultivation method hidden, even when consulting Bazhun’an at Lingyu Mountain, he mostly asked indirectly.

He was very confident!

Bazhun’an, relying on experience, had always been able to respond fluently; now it seemed that perhaps that experience didn’t come from his years of sword practice, but from...

Gu Qingyi nodded: "Yes, the Eighth Sword Deity."

Did it really come from him, did he also practice?!

Xiao Wanfeng swayed, but quickly came to his senses. So what if he practiced, he was neither as mastered as I was nor as profound.

Gu Qingyi did not disappoint: "But Supreme Master said, the Eighth Sword Deity only dabbled in it briefly."

Xiao Wanfeng exhaled a long sigh, that was fine.

Gu Qingyi further said: "He tried it a bit, found the methods different, the results similar, and in terms of difficulty, there wasn’t much difference. Since he had already made achievements in other methods, there was no need to start again from scratch."

?

Listening to this, Xiao Wanfeng’s forehead beaded with sweat.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but found he couldn’t speak at all.

Cheng Xie cast away his shock: "Level of difficulty, not much difference?"

Xiao Wanfeng’s sword, even if observed ten more times, he couldn’t understand it completely, seemingly knowing all the basics, but once fused, becoming esoteric.

This method, compared to the common people’s sword cultivation method, where was it the same?

Gu Qingyi looked over:

"He is Bazhun’an."

For a moment near the tavern, there was dead silence.

Yes, he is Bazhun’an, is the Eighth Sword Deity.

The past, the fallen are not mentioned; the ordinary swordsmen of the present must face a great mountain, that is the Eighth Sword Deity.

What you know, he knows.

What you don’t know, he also knows.

When you think you’ve found a new path and are excited and eager to try it, others feel it’s all the same, dispensable.

That was the past thirty years.

In the future, all swordsmen must face two great mountains, the Eighth Sword Deity, and Lord Shou!

Xiao Wanfeng took a deep breath and smiled relievedly.