I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3887: Chapter 1866: A Gift of Wine

"Eighth Sword Deity!"

Hongniang shrieked, as if shocked by electricity from behind, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Hua Changdeng suddenly shot out a finger, striking Xiao Wanfeng’s forehead, nearly killing him on the spot.

This was utterly shocking.

Who would have thought that Xiao Wanfeng had not yet fallen to the ground.

The tall man, who seemed to step out of the wind and snow from nowhere, reached out and embraced him, relieving Xiao Wanfeng of the powerful force and saving his life.

He gently placed the young man on the ground, then stood up and turned to look forward.

"Wow!"

Mount Lingyu was completely shaken.

Everyone looked on in awe, faces filled with excitement, all eyes fixed on the man who descended from the sky with surprise.

Unlike the messy depictions circulated intermittently in the five regions over the past decade, Bazhun’an was now washed clean and renewed.

Naturally tall and striking, over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a wide chest, and long legs, at this moment he appeared, wearing a silver cloud-patterned shirt underneath, with a feathered long robe draped over it, a dragon-patterned jade belt around his waist, and snow-white boots underfoot, in shades of blue and white.

This light-colored sword robe outfit is common in the five regions, often adorned with jade ornaments and golden beads, like adding the finishing touch.

Bazhun’an had none of that.

He was too simple.

Yet in such an ordinary sword robe, when worn by him, why did it impart an aura of transcendence and sophistication others could not match?

"Bazhun’an..."

"Brothers, it’s really Bazhun’an! I’m heating up!"

Hongniang was completely out of control, her eyes seemed magnetically drawn to the tall man in the white robe far away.

She hadn’t even had the chance to see the face clearly, but just this feeling had captivated her.

The only regret was that Bazhun’an came empty-handed.

Neither around his waist nor on his back did he carry a sword; he stood alone, only slightly tilting his head, a single hand resting lightly behind his waist, silently gazing forward...

The wind rushed on Mount Lingyu, the snow fiercely swirling.

Amidst the dancing wind and snow, Bazhun’an’s black hair and white robe were billowing.

He didn’t make any unnecessary movements, nor did he utter a single word, standing after rising, seeming to naturally blend with the snowy mountain scene into one picture.

"Eyebrows pressing bones, eyes like crazy stars, clothes outshine the snow, sword follows..."

Though Hongniang had never seen him, she researched into the legend of the Eighth Sword Deity to minute detail, naturally could recite the anecdotes of Bazhun’an who was renowned in the five regions after the War of the Ten High Nobles.

She excitedly pointed at the man in the distance, then fearfully lowered her hand tremblingly, hastily focusing Bazhun’an with the Golden Apricot, full of excitement:

"It’s him!"

"Definitely him!"

"Though somewhat different from the image, already ninety percent similar, it’s definitely not a fake this time..."

Hongniang knew well that many in the five regions impersonated Bazhun’an, confidently shook her head and said:

"Even Xiao the Eldest Senior Brother pretended to be Bazhun’an before. Hongniang saw him, but he didn’t have this kind of demeanor!"

"The real Bazhun’an, doesn’t even need to speak, Hongniang doesn’t need to recognize him... standing there, he is already Bazhun’an!"

In the Golden Apricot’s transmitted picture, the number of viewers was rapidly increasing at a terrifying speed; Hongniang’s tone was too fierce, such a resolute statement naturally drew some doubt.

And indeed, though the person indeed possessed an extraordinary demeanor, there were many points open to question.

"Hongniang, you’re burning with desire, could this be Bazhun’an?"

"I don’t know what Bazhun’an looks like, but Bazhun’an has eight fingers, a scarred neck, yellow murky eyes, and is scruffy, all of which have been verified."

"Right, don’t mention anything else, just count his fingers, how many are there?"

Similar comments floated among dozens and hundreds of transmitted images at Mount Lingyu, the audience’s eyes were certainly sharp.

At this point, everyone recovered from the initial amazement, noticing the details.

The alleged Bazhun’an had ten fingers!

His neck didn’t have an ugly scar, on the contrary, it was incredibly clean and tidy.

"I heard ancient swordsmen are all silently flamboyant, could it be Bazhun’an knew he had to meet people, so he spruced himself up?"

Being silently flamboyant is definitely confirmed, and sprucing up is certainly done as Hua Changdeng could tell.

But simple sprucing can’t erase the old scar or regrow the severed fingers, much less appear so fresh and natural.

"Old scars have healed, severed fingers regrown, seems like you’ve recovered well."

Satisfaction filled Hua Changdeng’s eyes; if Bazhun’an came to see him still sporting the eight fingers, unable to hold a sword, could hardly hold a battle?

"You’ve done well too."

Amidst the howling wind, Bazhun’an walked slowly.

He passed by the fallen Xiao Wanfeng, approaching the many ancient swordsmen, his gaze crossed the unconscious Xiao Kongtong, over the blood-holed Master Siren.

He finally looked directly at Hua Changdeng, from head to foot, person to sword, scanned thoroughly, lip corners slightly lifted:

"Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, all creatures regarded as straw dogs, thirty years not seen, Brother Hua, have you also cultivated to such a realm, treating old, young, weak, and disabled equally, any could be cut down with a sword."

The cold wind suddenly grew more piercing.

All the cultivators on Lingyu Mountain shivered; has it begun?

From Xiao Kongtong, to Mei Siren, to Xiao Wanfeng... as Bazhun’an appeared, is the reckoning to begin?

Hua Changdeng naturally heard the mocking undertone in Bazhun’an’s words but remained unfazed.

"Buzz!"

The Ghost Hunter at his waist lightly vibrated as Bazhun’an approached, seemingly recognized his aura.

Ever since the landing, the usually silent Ghost Hunter now appeared eager and ready.