I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3658: Chapter 1781: Youth_3

One beneath the earth, one at the pinnacle of the sky.

Feng Zhongzui did not believe he was the one beneath the earth; he was a master among masters and held himself high as he spoke:

"Go, go now!"

Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly, disappointedly saying, "Flower Moon Tower is far from the Ghost Buddha Realm, not just the eighty hundred thousand miles Lord Shou mentioned, perhaps the eighty hundred thousand realms’ roads are remote. Can you run?"

Feng Zhongzui waved his hand: "Lift the sedan chair!"

"Ghost Buddha Realm already has Saint Stage ghosts appearing; if Lord Shou lifts your sedan chair, you might remain safe."

"Brother Xiao, are you joking? That is Lord Shou! I would want, hahaha..."

"Feng Zhongzui, you’re the one who started the joke, aren’t you?" Xiao Wanfeng’s gaze was cold, "Lift the sedan chair to Ghost Buddha Realm, do you think Ghost Buddha Realm is also run by Flower Moon Tower?"

Feng Zhongzui fell silent.

He turned his head, gazing northward.

Once in the Central Region, alongside Lord Shou, they encountered demi-saints, faced the Holy Emperor, opposed the Ancestral God, their spirits high, they rampaged recklessly!

"District Saint-level ghosts..."

"Hong’s subordinates, higher void, Uncle Jin, Elder Fu, did not even see him before the white-faced ghost slew them with a single sword."

"Isn’t there still Lord Shou..."

"Have you seen Lord Shou in the past half year?"

Feng Zhongzui was momentarily speechless.

Lord Shou is very busy; who am I?

He’s cultivating; how could he possibly meet me?

"Brother Xiao, you speak as if Lord Shou met with you..."

"I have seen him."

"What?"

"I often go to the Apricot Realm, to see Elder Yang, to see Master Siren, I often visit the Central Yuan world, to meet Lord Shou, to meet Bazhun’an..."

Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish, Feng Zhongzui burst out laughing, this time tears of laughter interrupt him, saying:

"Haha, Xiao Wanfeng, are you joking, even now, speaking of the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is not impossible to meet; rather, it is whether you wish to meet, practice sword, they are all good to speak with."

"Bullshit, Elder Yang I couldn’t even invite to the Sword Testing Platform..."

"If you can’t invite, can’t you go yourself?"

Feng Zhongzui’s thoughts shivered, sensing something.

He looked around, pointing at the floor, at this Flower Moon Tower, at the two apricot beads held by subordinates with expressionless faces like puppets:

"Why should I go?"

"If I leave, what happens here? I have seven million apricots, waiting for me on time every day..."

Buzz!

Xiao Wanfeng extended both fingers, attaching some silver to them.

With 10 Sections of the Finger Sword, he sliced the air toward the Sword Testing Platform of Flower Moon Tower, with a "crack" sound, the Sword Testing Platform split in two.

Feng Zhongzui was stunned, whispering wordlessly:

"Sword cognition..."

This sword pierced through half-year of indulgence, shattered the mirrored veil of reality, and Feng Zhongzui came to sudden realization...

No!

He didn’t want to wake.

He felt he was going mad.

Half a year of decay, separated from the world — even Xiao Wanfeng could cultivate sword cognition?

"Impossible, just six months, how could one’s transformation be so vast? Merely six months!"

Fantasy Sword Technique!

This is definitely a Fantasy Sword Technique!

Great Illusion, Big Thought as Normal... Lord Shou was right, Xiao Wanfeng would be jealous of my popularity, wouldn’t he use Fantasy Sword Technique on himself?

"Brother Xiao!"

Feng Zhongzui suddenly regained clarity, not daring to distance from this last straw, sobbing, "Save me..."

Xiao Wanfeng remained steadfast.

In times of difficulty, it was Feng Zhongzui who extended a helping hand, a meal’s gratitude should be repaid with one’s utmost effort.

But he waited half a year, unable to wait anymore, merely said gravely: "Feng Zhongzui, come with me to Ghost Buddha Realm now, I will save you."

Even higher void was slashed instantly, would I go to die?

Feng Zhongzui, supporting his knee, his energy reserve void of spiritual source, exhausted limb strength, could barely lift his step.

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng.

Xiao Wanfeng stared straight at him.

His gaze quickly dodged, moved to the side, lowered his head...

Just like the broken Sword Testing Platform.

Merely half a year, Feng Zhongzui only felt a deep and insurmountable gap emerging between himself and Xiao Wanfeng.

"Wind Junior!"

"..."

"Feng Zhongzui!"

"..."

Xiao Wanfeng called out twice in succession, Feng Zhongzui did not lift his head.

He understood, nodded, turned away, stepped down the stairway, leaving only a lingering sound:

"Feng Zhongzui, I’m heading to Ghost Buddha Realm."

"The ninety-sixth invitation, also the last."

"Keep up, and you should come; can’t follow, Flower Moon Tower supports your latter half of life, also not bad."

Ninety-six times...

Feng Zhongzui lifted his gaze dazedly, isn’t it just the second time?

He stood at a height, watching the youth descending the floor, the figure gradually receding, only feeling that he lost something yet again.

He rushed ahead, grabbed the railing of the stairs, looked downwards, wishing to call out.

"Clang——"

Sound of sword resonating.

The sword case behind Xiao Wanfeng cracked open, the shining sword light flickered.

Feng Zhongzui nearly got blinded, tears flowing from the flashes; wiping away the tears, the stairway lacked human silhouette.

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

He rushed to the high platform beside Flower Moon Tower...

Suddenly seeing the character he inscribed himself half a year ago, stylish and informal, phoenix dancing dragon flying:

"A drink before Flower Moon Tower, test your three-foot golden-pink sword in your chest."

Feng Zhongzui stood dumbfounded.

Coming to his senses, leaning against the railing, looking below.

The figure of the youth downstairs had already gone far, his steps steady, never once paused, behind him the greatsword trembling, sword power soaring.

"Wait, this sword?"

Feng Zhongzui rubbed his eyes again, seeing clearly this time.

The sword Xiao Wanfeng had been carrying all along, that sword never again concealed, in fact was...

The Cang Godhood Sword?!