I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3128: Chapter 1603: Sending a Thought to Abyss Island, Inquiring the Return Date of Level Three Bazhun’an_3
 

“Draw your sword, just you and me!”

When the time comes, let Bazhun’an draw his sword in the Divine Relics, strike down Cursed Yin Ran Ming with his sword, and under my leadership, break open the Divine Relics.

Then, leave him a Xing Realm Jade Scroll in advance…

At that point, upon returning to Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe and facing Ai Cangsheng, I can use the Great Summoning Technique to directly summon Bazhun’an!

Ai Cangsheng?

An inescapable net-like prearrangement?

I have Hallmaster Dao in my left hand, Bazhun’an in my right, and even the little tail of The Divine following behind me—what do you have to fight against me with?

“Hehehe…”

Xu Xiaoshou almost saw himself clearing the Shengshen Continent scenario, the final tally screen blazing before his eyes, but soon he ended his daydream and returned to reality.

Reality was hard.

The secondary plane door was easy to find.

Bazhun’an really carried this key, placing it right next to him.

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Xu Xiaoshou sensed a large stone hut that should have been a seclusion room.

Despite the spacious hut, the usable space was extremely limited due to the piles of dry food and water stored inside.

“Couldn’t you use a spatial ring to store it?”

His thoughts passed through the pile of dry food and arrived at a stone table illuminated by a single flickering candle.

Under the trembling light, Bazhun’an, thin as kindling and with a waxy pale complexion, appeared close to death.

Inside this seclusion room, he wasn’t cultivating in seclusion. His shaky hands held a brush between two fingers, scribbling something on rice paper…

Observing the scribbles that wriggled across the paper, uglier than even Elder Sang’s handwriting, Xu Xiaoshou sighed inwardly and abandoned the plan to guide this wretch into the Divine Relics:

“What a perfect portrayal of ‘Heaven rewards the diligent’!”

A voice emerged abruptly, startlingly eerie.

The brushstroke halted, Bazhun’an appeared frozen at the table, and then glanced toward the casually tossed secondary plane door at the table’s edge, furrowing his brow.

Strangely, he wasn’t alarmed or bothered; unfazed by the danger, he simply inquired in a soft voice,

“Who?”

Xu Xiaoshou, giggling inwardly, put on a grave voice and proclaimed with a divine resonance,

“There is no other in a hundred generations like this hero!”

Clatter.

The brush dropped to the ground.

Bazhun’an’s mouth twitched slightly, his face showing surprise as he looked around:

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Aren’t you in the ruins?”

He neither saw nor sensed anything.

Just as he initially stated, he was now an eight-fingered wretch, now without even spiritual senses.

Soon after, the ethereal divine voice descended once more:

“I, Xu Xiaoshou, have become an Ancestral God!”

“Purify and change clothes, face east and bow, prostrate thrice, burn one incense stick, chant ‘Blessed is the divine above,’ and you may see my true face.”

Having heard this, Bazhun’an’s eyelids twitched wildly and then, with a stern face, he grabbed the secondary plane door and moved towards the large door of the stone hut:

“Ning Honghong, throw this thing into the Valley of Floral Fragrance for sealing, and tell Haitang’er to ignore anything she hears, and not to respond.”

What?

Xu Xiaoshou panicked: “Hold on, hold on!”

“What?” A voice came from outside the hut, “Brother, I can’t hear you, speak up!”

“You have one sentence’s time left,” Bazhun’an asserted, his hand on the stone door’s button.

Dare not to mess around, Xu Xiaoshou got straight to the point,

“I got trapped in the Divine Relics! The Cursed Yin Evil God has revived, possessing Ran Ming Dao Infant, confronting the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit, The Divine is trapped, Hallmaster Dao spouts hollow words, and through the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit, I contacted Abyss Island and the secondary plane door to reach you…”

As he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue, feeling quite strange—as if he were engaging in some sort of deception?

He swallowed his instinctive “please, I beg you, save me” and added,

“I’m a real person, not selling tea leaves, ‘There is no other in a hundred generations like this hero,’ only you and I have heard this, can you trust me now?”

Bazhun’an fell into deep thought.

Xu Xiaoshou had an excellent memory and suddenly shouted, “Without me in a hundred generations, such a peerless figure, in ten thousand years, it’s hard to find another of such heights!”

Bazhun’an’s lips twitched again.

Seeing it was effective, Xu Xiaoshou continued to recall, “Three breaths’ time, if you still won’t speak, if I am to become a God, I’ll first strike you down!”

“Enough.”

Bazhun’an couldn’t hold back any longer.

Unless the Heavenly Ancestor had been possessed by an evil god or a Demon God, this could indeed only be Xu Xiaoshou—it was exactly what he himself had said when they had met the Heavenly Ancestor.

However, the amount of information provided in Xu Xiaoshou’s words just now was also too substantial.

The Ran Ming ruins had turned into such chaos, becoming an Ancestral God battlefield?

“I can’t get in.”

Bazhun’an didn’t need to ask; he already knew Xu Xiaoshou’s purpose for seeking him out.

But without providing any details, he said only, “I can’t leave.”

“What should I do then?” Xu Xiaoshou absolutely needed to cling to this big leg; he had no other methods left.

Bazhun’an furrowed his brows, thought for a while, and asked, “Did you just mention Hallmaster Dao?”

“Yes, he’s right by my side now—a waste of space. Apart from verbal evasion, apart from some past legends, he can’t do anything now. At critical moments, I still have to rely on myself!”

Bazhun’an selectively chose not to understand and, after briefly contemplating, confidently said,

“Ask him!”

“Before leaving the ruins, you can fully trust Hallmaster Dao. Just follow him.”

“If he dares to enter the ruins, he absolutely has a backup plan to survive. In his eyes, your life, The Divine’s life, even the Ancestral God’s life are all less precious than his own.”

“But remember!” Bazhun’an’s voice grew stern:

“After leaving the ruins, forget all the camaraderie with Hallmaster Dao, forget all the promises he made you.”

“From the moment you successfully break free, you must be cautious and treat him as a stranger.”

“He’s scarier than the Cursed Yin City you see now; if you get emotional, you won’t even know how you died.”

Hallmaster Dao?

Me, get emotional over him?

Am I some indiscriminately love-struck freak with a penchant for good steel or a Sleeveless fetish? I’m not at all moved by the Ancestral God Fate Chart!

Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.

He was extremely disappointed with Bazhun’an.

Indeed, a waste. Indeed, utterly useless at a critical time.

After taking a few more looks at this Eight-fingered Wastrel, Xu Xiaoshou felt that the legend of the “Eighth Sword Immortal” was probably just a result of the strong public opinion at the time, a story spun by popular sentiment.

Running out of time, he asked one last question:

“When you fought Elder Wuyue in the White Cave, weren’t you quite impressive?”

“In the battle on Abyss Island, even though you were left with nothing but idle talk, with me bearing the burden, you could at least show your face.”

“How come now you seem to regress the more you live, trapped in this broken stone cottage before reaching demi-saint… practicing calligraphy?”

“When will you be able to ‘toughen up’ again?”

Bazhun’an blinked in surprise and chuckled,

“Soon.”

Xu Xiaoshou persisted in asking:

“If I leave God’s Relics, should I return to Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, will you come by then?”

Afraid that this guy would shake his head and refuse outright, Xu Xiaoshou released his ace:

“I met Sleeveless. He said he misses you a lot, reminiscing about the good old days when you fought side by side.”

“He misses you so much he’s going bald.”

Bazhun’an once again selectively turned a deaf ear, and without a straightforward refusal, he merely tilted his head and thought, then sighed:

“We’ll see.”

Whew!

He blew out the candle on the stone table.