I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Not this?”

What happened?

Who won in the end, and what is Yue Gongli talking about?

“This sword…”

“Withering Snow of the West Wind.”

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From afar, beyond the battlefield, a light sound suddenly emerged.

Zhou Tianshen didn’t hear it clearly, his head twitched, and he looked bewilderedly toward the source of the sound.

He saw a dashing figure in black clothes on the other side, standing sideways with his face turned; the black Fourth Sword in his hand rotated twice in front of him and cooly returned to its sheath.

“Click.”

As the sword was fully sheathed, Zhou Tianshen’s vision blurred for a moment.

Fourth Sword?

Xu Xiaoshou?

Hadn’t he grown huge, become a Raging Giant, and been impaled here… right?

In the blink of an eye, snowflakes fell on the tip of his nose.

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He turned back to see the Golden Giant in the center of the battlefield explode into fragments of mirrors that turned into Red Plum and Withering Snow, halfway between illusion and reality, elegantly wilting away.

“Sizzle!”

Lying on the Yin Coffin, barely managing to sit up, Nian’s neck suddenly opened up with a band of black Fourth Sword energy.

The sword energy didn’t cut too deep nor too shallowly, devoid of sword cognition, just enough to open the blood vessels without causing an instantaneous beheading.

Clearly, the swordsman’s grasp of the extreme pain a life form could withstand was exquisitely precise.

Nian’s expression furrowed, his eyes flashing with pain, he reached to cover his neck.

“Chi Chi Chi!”

The moment his hand moved, identical bands of black sword energy shot out at his upper arm, forearm, and wrist.

He failed to cover his neck, and his hands, their tendons severed by the sword energy, lost control like a puppet’s, dropping powerlessly and hitting his thigh.

“Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!”

With a violent shudder, his chest, back, thighs, knees, ankles…

From head to toe!

Crossing and overlapping!

He emitted countless streaks of black sword energy, radiating outward in all directions into the vast sky, beautiful as black ethereal orchids!

“I!”

Zhou Tianshen, being a straightforward man, was shocked by the artistic beauty of this sword and watched in wide-eyed amazement.

He watched as layers of sword energy peeled away the flesh of the one called Nian, and he couldn’t help but look back to where the Raging Giant had been…

“Fantasy Sword Technique?”

And could not help but glance at the flamboyant swordsman Xu Xiaoshou standing with a tilted sword beyond the battlefield…

“Withering Snow of the West Wind?”

Wasn’t this the minor sword technique from his time at Tiansang Spirit Palace?

And what did this black blossom that fell upon Nian have anything to do with Withering Snow of the West Wind, even a Half Spirit Crystal of a relation? You’re just spouting nonsense!

“Oh, there is…”

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou who was still, from a distance, savoring the aftertaste of that sword, his nostrils gently flaring and his expression rapt, Zhou Tianshen clenched his fist, holding back his comment.

Blade Will Pishou Sect, a must!

Pass down to my descendants for generations, I must beat him once; he’s too much!

“Boom—”

The sword energy blossom ground into dust, gone in a moment.

When the fierce devil power of Fourth Sword built up to an extreme, and even Xu Xiaoshou himself could no longer suppress it, Nian exploded into a bloody mess from cultivation deviation, barely recognizable as human.

Like Elder Sang after being shot with an arrow.

“Hmm…”

Even so.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head, looking at the newly appointed Dark Division Chief who was still enduring, emitting only a muffled groan.

“Cursed, Passive Points +1.”

Cursed?

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyebrows raised.

Aside from the little junior sister, was there really anyone else who consoled themselves with a curse after a grand battle had ended?

He was taken aback again.

It wasn’t a curse like the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, was it?

Yet his Body, Spirit, and Will were all unharmed, and the Spirit Awakening didn’t report any anomalies.

And Nian, the non-ancient swordsman pierced by Fourth Sword, clearly had no ability to strike again—was this the loser’s final pride?

“Xu Xiaoshou…”

Amidst the swirling tendrils of thousand demonic auras, Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the “true face” of the woman disguised as a man.

Her revealed face was plain.

Her torn clothes exposed her skin, which wasn’t particularly fair, just bloodied and ordinary.

The Memory Returning Dagger she clutched revealed itself, and after swiping it across her own neck, she transmitted her calm thoughts telepathically:

“We will meet again.”

Nian’s body gradually turned into stardust.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t be bothered to take another glance, turning his head with a smile:

“Pray that Ran Ming shows great compassion and cleanses you of your filth while sending off your ruins.”

“Otherwise, when you return home, what awaits you is still chaos.”

“Oh, by the way!”

With a grasp, Xu Xiaoshou pulled over Zhou Tianshen’s Big Cloth Bag and included the God Fated Star that no one dared to pick up from the ground.

With this, the number of God Fated Stars in his possession reached seven.

“Tell Ai Cangsheng when you go back,”

“Seven represents departure… with no seventh month festival to unite, humans part with tearful farewells. Tell him, considering the ‘tear’ in this, there’s time to abandon darkness for light.”

Turning back to face the Dark Division Chief, Xu Xiaoshou finally looked her in the eye.

Her body had already completely dissipated into stardust, leaving only a pair of eyes that no longer held calm, but a hint of vulnerability and pain.

“Cursed, Passive Points +1.”

Xu Xiaoshou barely parted his lips, casually saying:

“You too.”

“I know who you are.”

“Cursed with awe, Passive Points +1.”

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