I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3811: Chapter 1839: Saving the Daughter_2

"Quick!"

"Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!"

"The battle of the Sword Deities... no, the battle of the Sword Emperor, is about to erupt!"

...

Lingyu Mountain.

The Ghost Buddha Realm was in complete darkness, already fallen into the night.

Only Lingyu Mountain, where the An Sword cognition of Lord Bazhun’an had dispersed, still retained a sliver of orange dusk, as if protecting the dawn’s vitality.

Yet, the afterglow cast upon the Fusang Wood and Lingyu Wood of this mountain showed no warmth, only the chill of winter.

Who said the setting sun was late, for the sky to be ablaze with clouds?

Clearly, sorrow welled up from within, filling the eyes with a ruined landscape!

Li Fugui stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the white-clothed swordsman before him, his head buzzing, vaguely guessing the person’s identity.

"Where is Lord Bazhun’an?"

Hua Changdeng held a lantern and gripped a sword, his voice like a cold wind, showing no joy or sorrow, making one’s hands and feet icy.

Li Fugui’s knees were already trembling; the fact he didn’t collapse wasn’t due to his hardiness, but because the person opposite him showed mercy, leaving him some breathing room.

"He..."

"The Eighth... Sword Deity..."

Li Fugui’s throat and lips were dry, his teeth chattered for a long time, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Hua Changdeng did not look at him but gazed at Lingyu Mountain, speaking softly:

"This mountain is the source of sword cognition; Lord Bazhun’an has been here, and his aura still lingers. He left not long ago... Where has he gone?"

Li Fugui wanted to conceal it, yet felt there was no need to hide.

This was a battle between immortals; he had no need to get involved. Even smoothing things over depended on the situation. Lord Shou wouldn’t let him, Li Fugui, step in at this moment.

But when Li Fugui actually tried to recall, he couldn’t remember where the Eighth Sword Deity and Lord Shou had truly gone.

"Right, where did Lord Bazhun’an go? It seems like he was just with me not long ago..."

This curious self-mutter was heard, and when the white-clothed Sword Immortal’s gaze came upon him, Li Fugui trembled fiercely, realizing his words sounded like equivocation, and he immediately spoke up:

"No! Sword Deity Hua... uh, Sword Emperor, I am not withholding information. What I mean is, even I can’t remember..."

Hua Changdeng interrupted: "Where is Lord Bazhun’an?"

This was no question.

How could Li Fugui, being so shrewd, not hear the implication, "You have one last chance."

He harbored the intention of survival, knowing his ignorance was the original sin, making self-destruction impossible. Instantly, he turned and pointed south, giving an incredibly clear answer:

"The Southern Region, Xu Yue Grey Palace, Deer Pattern Sealed Arena."

"Sword Deity Hua, that’s all I know. The Eighth Sword Deity left half a day ago. As for subsequent actions, I know nothing."

Hua Changdeng nodded.

Hua Changdeng disappeared.

"Phew..."

Li Fugui held his breath for three beats before exhaling a long sigh.

He collapsed softly to the ground, discovering his back soaked with cold sweat, even his armpit garments and shoes were chilled.

"This place is not suitable for long stays."

He pinched an Apricot Realm jade talisman, attempting to leave this troublesome place.

Suddenly, at the same moment, his eyes blurred, and that white-clothed figure seemed to have returned.

No...

Not seemed...

Li Fugui’s eyes were spiritless, looking completely unaware, as he snapped the Apricot Realm jade talisman in his hand, minding his own business.

"Sizzle."

The cold wind blew from afar, snow fell on the tip of his nose.

The familiar Crystal Palace did not appear; what Li Fugui saw was still the scene of Lingyu Mountain.

Only then did he blink abruptly, focusing his eyes, and he fixed his gaze on Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng’s face, slightly surprised:

"Sword Emperor, you’ve returned?"

Immediately, he turned his eyes southward, hesitantly asking, "But, did you find the Eighth Sword Deity?"

He knew Hua Changdeng and Lord Bazhun’an were not mortal enemies, perhaps chess opponents meeting their match, admiring each other.

In front of him, disrespecting Lord Bazhun’an was impossible, nor was addressing him as "Eighth Sword Deity" in these respectful terms.

Small figures have the thoughts of small figures.

But truly great figures, evidently, didn’t care what small figures were named or what they were thinking.

Hua Changdeng gazed calmly at the person before him, and after a while, gave a silent smile.

Sizzle.

The copper lantern in his hand shook, the candle flame sizzled and flickered a few times.

"Bang!"

Li Fugui’s waist jewels exploded, his whole person was thrown out.

"Bang bang bang!"

His seven apertures burst, spraying blood, his head spewed out a cauldron, treasure furnace, black bell, and other soul weapons, all without exception, exploded.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Divine path dragon horns shattered, heart-protecting dragon scales ruptured.

Dragon Apricot branches, Di Ying branches, Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus branches, God Worship Willow branches appeared simultaneously, the phantoms of the Four Great Ancestor Trees lit up simultaneously.

Yet at the same time, they exploded with a roar, unable to utter even half a word.

"Hm?"

Hua Changdeng showed surprise.

This person was rather valuable...

Li Fugui, clad in precisely three hundred sixty-two soul weapons and protected by the trump cards of the dragon horns, dragon scales, and the Ancestral Trees given by Lord Shou, managed to gain a chance to catch his breath, a moment to leave final words.

He wailed mournfully: "Ghost Sword Immortal spare my life! I’ve truly forgotten where the Eighth Sword Deity went, I wasn’t toying with you earlier, I want to live!!!"

The last remnants of the sunset over Lingyu Mountain were finally swallowed by the vast darkness.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were indifferent, the copper lamp in his hand gently swayed for the second time.

"No problem, what you don’t remember, your soul will tell me."

Sizzle!

This time, Li Fugui was utterly defenseless, his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

His soul was directly extracted into the air, transformed into a wisp of green smoke, flowing to the flame within the copper lamp, not even a half-wail could escape.

"Stop!"

A loud shout came from afar.

The person hadn’t arrived, but the voice did first, and the Taoist technique even surpassed a step, clearly competing with the ghost and god for him:

"Sky Stealing!"

Clang——

The green smoke disappeared, and the sonorous voice reverberated over Lingyu Mountain.

What collided with the pillar of the copper lamp was a black coin.

Among all the soul weapons in the world, Hua Changdeng could recognize at a glance that it was a third-grade soul weapon, the Black Fiend Coin.

"Interesting..."

He chuckled lightly, his interest was naturally not in the Black Fiend Coin, but in the unconventional approach within the Cursed Yin Evil Technique inheritance—the Golden Gate Stealing Technique’s Sky Stealing.

He glanced sideways at the source of the voice, where no human figure was visible anymore.

A smart person, instead of choosing to crush the jade talisman to the other dimensions, used Blood Escape.

Only...

All five regions are within my sight, how could you transcend?

Over the Southern Region of the Land of Sin, in Feng Family City, at the Sword Pavilion, the aura of the person who spoke earlier appeared in an instant.

"Who?"

Two elders stood before the Sword Pavilion.

Under the vast sea of sword weapons, these were among the rare experts who could stand without bowing.

When they opened their drowsy eyes, they saw that the newcomer looked disheveled, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks; one look was enough to tell he wasn’t of the Feng family’s lineage, just about to make a move.

"Transplant!"

Zhu Yike grabbed Li Fugui’s remnant soul with one hand and pressed towards the approaching elder’s right arm with the other.

The starlight flickered.

Before the elder’s long sword at his waist was drawn, his right arm was seamlessly attached to Zhu Yike’s left elbow.

No blood splattered.

No oddities occurred.

Everything seemed so natural, as if he was born this way—left arm severed, right arm with two arms.

"What?!"

The elder guarding the left side of the pavilion saw this, his pupils dilated dramatically, just about to raise his voice to speak.

"Rejoin!"

Zhu Yike ran his hand from the right elder’s right hand to the left hand, then from the left hand to the left elder’s mouth.

The starlight flickered again.

The left elder’s tongue had also grown onto the right elder’s fingernail.

He was about to draw his sword.

"Continue joining!"

Zhu Yike’s hand reached for the sword hilt, and the sword extended onto the right elder’s knee.

What the heck!

The two elders guarding the Sword Pavilion were going mad.

The Southern Region of the Land of Sin was strange, but not to this extent?

What path did this person cultivate, what method did he use, what technique did he deploy that was so terrifying it left both elders, who could rival a demi-saint, under his control without even drawing a sword!

"Offended you."

Zhu Yike performed another Sleight of Hand, moving the left door of the Sword Pavilion, attaching it to the right elder’s right shoulder, then attaching the two elders to the right door.

He held onto Li Fugui as he stormed into the now unconfined Sword Pavilion.

"Don’t worry, the Sword Pavilion is the core of the Feng family, if nowhere else can protect us, here definitely can!"

Zhu Yike’s face was deathly pale, drained of all color, large beads of sweat rolled down his temples, clearly scared to death, yet he had no thought of leaving Li Fugui’s soul.

Once inside the Sword Pavilion, he finally dared to pull out the Apricot Realm jade talisman, crushing it fiercely.

"..."

Within the Sword Pavilion, it was pitch black and silent all around.

Nothing happened.

Zhu Yike looked at the darkness before him, his heart sank to rock bottom, and Li Fugui’s sigh echoed beside his ear:

"Old Zhu, what I owe you, I’ll repay in the next life."

Swish swish swish!

The scene before them shifted.

Everything reverted to the start.

From the Sword Pavilion, to outside the Sword Pavilion, to the misaligned guardians, to the two elders with normal limbs, to high above the Feng family, to the moment Blood Escape appeared, to the spacetime turbulence, to Lingyu Mountain...

Time, reversed?

The Black Fiend Coin was just thrown from Zhu Yike’s hand, not yet shouted the phrase "Sky Stealing", when he saw Hua Changdeng turn around, with a look of appreciation, softly said:

"You’re quite something, report your name."