I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3654: Chapter 1780: The Flickering Lamp

Xiao Shi Tan Ji?

What an ancient alias!

Must be from when in the Eighth Palace, he casually reported it while fighting Gou Wuyue?

"Uh..."

Xu Xiaoshou’s mouth twitched, nearly unable to hold back laughter.

At first, he was slightly moved by the Fengdu Phenomenon like Huang Quan Road and Other Shore Bridge.

After all, no matter who performed the Phantom Swords Technique before, there was never such a commotion.

What’s more, the figure walking down from the bridge was just an insignificant will, not even having drawn a sword.

He calmed his mind, unaffected by the pressure of the Holy Emperor, and spoke indifferently:

"Hua Changdeng?"

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples!

The hundreds of thousands of spectators on Golden Apricot, after a moment of dead silence, comments swirled up like a storm:

"Ghost Sword Immortal, Hua Changdeng?!"

"The only one among the previous generation’s Seven Sword Deity to have ever defeated Bazhun’an?"

"No, brother, you can’t say it like that... That fight between the Eighth Sword Deity and Hua Changdeng, everyone says there was something fishy, how can you be so blunt to say the Eighth Sword Deity lost?"

"Everyone says? Who says?"

"Exactly! Regardless of the process, only the result matters; a loss is a loss, the dogs of the Eastern Region should shut it!"

"Damn, where are you? Do you dare reveal your location? I’ll come find you for a duel right now!"

"Stop arguing, matchmaker, get closer, we can’t see this person’s face clearly, is Lord Shou trying to fool us?"

"..."𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

In the scene on Golden Apricot, the figure walking from the Other Shore Bridge was indeed a bit more solid, yet all that could be seen was one hand holding a lamp, a sword tucked behind his waist.

Upon closer inspection of his face, vision was still blurry.

"I..."

Matchmaker didn’t dare get closer, utterly unable to express her troubles.

She was crawling on the ground; had the Golden Apricot screen been turned around, the five regions might see how miserable she was.

But miserable as she was, with Lord Shou saying "Hua Changdeng", the spectator count on her Golden Apricot screen skyrocketed.

Within just a few moments, the count surpassed three million!

"What to do?"

"What should I do!"

Matchmaker found herself in a dilemma.

On one hand, she wanted to live; who doesn’t want to live?

The best choice at present would be to crush the jade talisman and escape unnoticed, abandoning all thoughts of preaching!

On the other hand, if she didn’t seize this heaven-sent opportunity...

For the rest of her life, wouldn’t she be haunted by regret, repeatedly pounding her chest in frustration?

Endure!

She had to endure!

Imagine herself as a corpse, lying on the ground, not uttering a word, and letting everyone see for themselves... Matchmaker gritted her teeth and chose to play dead.

"What Lord Shou? What Hua Changdeng?"

"Came upon hearing your great name, is it true Lord Shou can be seen here?"

"Drunk in the Wind has arrived, all irrelevant persons must clear the way, is it Matchmaker? Emperor Zhongzui is here to grant you fortune!"

"Drunk in the Wind has arrived!"

"...has arrived!"

Soon, a series of highly recognizable comments brushed across the screen, making Matchmaker aware that people from the Feng Zhongzui side had come over.

She couldn’t leave now.

This was a colossal fortune.

With just one wave, if she survived, she could definitely elevate herself to the highest preacher position!

Matchmaker trembled, choosing to seek fortune amidst danger, and locked the Golden Apricot screen firmly ahead, not letting go.

In the scene, Hua Changdeng remained blurry, yet it was clear he was closely examining Lord Shou’s face, sighing deeply after some time:

"Changed..."

"When I saw you in the Eighth Palace, you were still green, with a square face and sideburns, beginning to show prowess, yet not with such poise."

"Today, as I see you, you’ve become influential, watching turbulent waves without a change in expression, yet in a desolate lake, still retaining grace... I’ve heard you’ve earned the title ’Number One Sword Deity’?"

Had Hua Changdeng met Lord Shou before?

The Golden Apricot spectators sense there was great potential ahead.

Could it be, that after Feng Zhongzui waited so long without catching the highest swordsmanship battle half a year ago, by chance, Matchmaker could now witness Lord Shou fight Hua Changdeng?

"Hiss..."

Xu Xiaoshou hadn’t thought that Hua Changdeng spoke so gracefully, which immediately stifled his dirty words.

Responding to kindness?

That wouldn’t be possible; not spitting back was already good enough, Xu Xiaoshou rarely played the part of a civilized person, mildly saying:

"Today is not what it used to be."

Hua Changdeng seemed to be smiling, his laughter was very light.

After laughing, he glanced around the land realm, finally lifting the lamp slightly.

"Sizzle..."

In the area covered by the Phantom Beast, thousands of ghostly creatures howled in unison, transforming into green smoke floating in the air.

Finally, all gathered into the flame of the old copper lamp in Hua Changdeng’s hand.

All returned to silence.

After the ghost hunt was over, Hua Changdeng remained silent, leaving one to wonder his purpose for appearing this time — was it truly just to slay the surrounding evil ghosts?

"Old Lamp!"

Xu Xiaoshou was not one to negotiate with him, preemptively saying: "Bazhun’an says you’re upright, I’ll believe it for now. Since you’ve come at the right time, there’s something I want to ask you."

Old Lamp... It was the first time anyone had called Hua Changdeng like that. He chuckled but didn’t mind:

"Here, just the two of us, it’s quite peaceful, say whatever you want."

Matchmaker’s face turned pale.

What do you mean, I’m not a person?

Or am I about to not be a person?

Driving a horse carriage away from danger early, Old Man Li, or Li Fugui, didn’t have such internal struggles.

Firstly, he wasn’t within the "here" range.

Secondly, if there’s danger, Lord Shou would surely protect him.

"Haha..."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed heartily, his sidelong glance accidentally or intentionally swept over Matchmaker, or perhaps the Golden Apricot in her hand.

This is what happens when you spend thirty years studying only Phantom Swords Technique!

Now look, you can’t keep up with the development of the human world.

What does "just the two of us" mean, this is my first public appearance in half a year, isn’t one million spectators at least?

He’s never been indirect; especially facing a straightforward ancient swordsman, even more so.