I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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Quiet.

It was the complete opposite of the hustle and bustle in the Apricot Realm.

The Saint Hall could now only be described with the word “quiet”… No, the Saint Hall was no more!

Amidst the ruins, young people like Beibei and Ao Sheng looked on in shock at the person in the wheelchair, with the Evil Sin Bow still drawn but not yet released.

Even the mountain guardians of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe had snapped out of their belief that “the situation was well in hand”, and one thought dominated their minds:

“Impossible!”

That was followed by countless questions:

“Was Elder Yu nailed to the great array?”

And more seriously…

“Was Hallmaster Xuanji shot to death on the spot with several arrows in quick succession?!”

Everyone had thought that when Lord Cang Sheng returned, the Holy Divine Palace would experience a major reversal of fortunes.

But the scene before them was just too shocking to believe!

All the questions in their minds led back to one: “Is Lord Cang Sheng also a Saint Servant?”

A figure in a gold robe flashed down from the Stairway to Heaven, not yet having touched the ground, and bellowed as soon as he appeared:

“Ai Cangsheng!”

Upon hearing this, Ai Cangsheng casually lowered the Evil Sin Bow in the wheelchair, without even casting a sideways glance, as if what he’d done was an exceedingly common affair.

The surrounding youths, however, snapped back to reality, only then noticing the flash of gold that stabbed at their eyes.

A judge!

The golden-robed judge from the Stairway to Heaven only realized the state of the Saint Hall when he met those gazes—the place was nothing but a field of wreckage.

He knew he was late.

But…

Why did no one stop Ai Cangsheng?

The judge’s probing eyes first turned towards the Nine Sacrificial Gui.

The Nine Sacrificial Gui had manifested its spiritual physique, wearing a bitter smile on its pale face.

Who could stop Ai Cangsheng?

The Ancestor Tree Nine Sacrificial Gui was a protector and embodied luck—it wasn’t meant for waging war; that was the role of the blood tree and Sword Hemp!

The judge only paused for a moment before turning towards Elder Yu…

“Pff!”

Elder Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body cracked all over, oozing devilish energy, his eyes rolling back as if he was faring worse than the Nine Sacrificial Gui’s spiritual physique.

The judge’s piercing gaze immediately softened significantly.

Seeing this, Elder Yu slid helplessly down the barrier’s wall, out of the public eye.

“Safe now…”

No one understood the art of slacking better than Elder Yu.

Low-level slacking means seizing various fragments of time when the bosses are away, busying oneself with personal tasks while trembling in fear of being discovered.

High-level slacking means delivering a big show in plain sight, sinking to the bottom smoothly, doing it just once a year but living off it for the entire year.

This time…

Elder Yu was the first to block arrows for Dao Xuanji!

The first to shout for Dao Xuanji to run!

The first to point out the direction!

He even thought of the quirky idea of shouting “Ran Ming” as a means of escaping danger.

Whether Dao Xuanji could run away or not was his business, but as for Elder Yu… Oh no, Elder Yu had already tried his best.

The Holy Emperor Dao Clan would surely appreciate his efforts!

“Ai Cangsheng!”

The judge’s eyes, now only slightly narrowed, refocused on Ai Cangsheng, who hadn’t even deigned to look at him directly. Raising his voice, he said, “Someone has lodged a complaint against you, saying…”

“Who approaches?”

The judge was interrupted and became flustered.

He looked incredulously at Ai Cangsheng, who had spoken, and then lowered his gaze to point at his own golden robe.

“I am a golden-robed judge from the judicial department atop the Stairway to Heaven, representing the Five Great Holy Emperor…”

“Are you a Holy Emperor?”

“Eh, no, I merely represent…”

“Are you the Supreme Judge?”

“Eh, not exactly, I am…”

“Then why do you not kneel upon seeing me, the Emperor?”

Ai Cangsheng turned the wheelchair around, but his gaze drifted past the judge and far off into the distance, as if ignoring air itself.

His shocking words rendered everyone speechless.

Beibei and the others were fearful, unsure why Lord Cang Sheng would dare to speak such words.

This was a golden-robed judge, someone who could admonish Hallmaster Dao and to whom even Hallmaster Xuanji had to speak politely.

Lord Cang Sheng’s surname was not Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao, it was just Ai. How could he be so bold?

The judge himself was also stunned, seldom having seen anyone who disregarded the authority represented by his golden robe. He stood in shock for a long while before erupting with rage:

“Ai Cangsheng, how dare you utter…”

Buzz!

The Evil Sin Bow was raised and pulled to a full crescent, with Holy Power gathering.

The judge abruptly fell silent, his pupils trembling.

“What are you doing?!”

His voice almost shattered as he spoke, the knees hidden beneath his golden robe starting to shake uncontrollably as he yelled with feigned bravado, “Ai Cangsheng, to execute a judge is a capital offense!”

Boom!!!

The bowstring of the Evil Sin Bow resonated with an alarming twang.

This familiar sound jolted Elder Yu, who had almost slipped down completely from the great array, back to the surface.

What kind of joke was this?

Was Ai Cangsheng killing again?

Merely visiting the Ran Ming ruins had made him this murderous?

Leaping atop the peak of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Elder Yu came across Elder Fang and Elder Zhong, who were arriving in haste.

Their exchanged glances confirmed for each other that both the Saint Hall and the old site of Jade Capital City were largely secure, and their nerves slightly relaxed.

“It’s good no one’s gone…”

…

Central Region, City of the Dead Bodhisattva.

One after another, death apostles went to the Ran Ming ruins, and from there they were killed and sent back, causing the words “god slayer” to stir up a frenzy.

This was one of the few games in recent years where people could “travel” out of the city without dying.

Those manning the Divine Palace on this side were struggling to contain the chaos being wreaked by these mad apostles.

Rumors such as “Lord Cang Sheng has been slain by The Divine, and when The Divine returns, he will take command of the City of the Dead Bodhisattva at Cross Corner Street and launch a campaign against the Holy Divine Palace” were utterly outrageous.

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