I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1904

[Chapter 1780 Sword Princess]

The world was silent again.

The white-faced ghost, who had originally shifted his attention to Hongniang, couldn’t help but turn his head to look.

At this moment, the center of the world returned to the carriage.

In other words, back to the faint voice coming from the carriage:

“As long as you live, you will always be abused.”

What the sick young master said is full of philosophy.

Old man Li did not have such background and cultivation, and said bluntly: “But it is just a ghost, a mere little ghost, how dare it insult people, it is too presumptuous!”

The white-faced ghost was stunned. Am I a little ghost?

Hongniang opened her mouth slightly, and slashed the ghosts of Uncle Jin and Old Fu with her sword… Just a mere stunt?
The millions of viewers at Jinxing were in an uproar, but just as the comment section was about to get lively, the young master in the carriage said something that made the world quiet again:
“Old man Li, are you going to deprive a ghost of the right to speak?”

The young master is like standing on top of a cloud.

Even the tone of his voice was so condescending.

It was as if he was born with the power over life and death of all living and dead things in this place.

The white-faced ghost held the sword, his face twitching from the force, but he couldn’t help wanting to listen:
he wanted to hear how the master and servant of the carriage continued to make comments behind the scenes; he
also wanted to hear whether there were really such absurd things in the world that were beyond ghosts’ expectations!

Old Man Li was too far away to see the invisible anger of the white-faced ghost. He could only say indignantly:

“From the Holy Emperor to ordinary people, it has always been the case that when you scold others, they will obey your orders. How could a little devil be so presumptuous?”

“You can endure it, sir, because you have a heart as broad as the sea. You are a role model for our generation, and no one in the world can surpass you.”

“Old Man Li can’t stand it, because I am a mean person and I can’t stand hearing outsiders or ghosts say a bad word about you!”

This, this, this…

When these words were spoken, millions of people in Jinxing were shocked.

That’s too flattering!
Otherwise, how could I be so ugly as to be a coachman for the young master of Taixu’s successor?

Everyone has heard of flattery and everyone has also heard of farts.

But who in real life can really say such shameless nonsense in front of a real person with their eyes open?

Who else could have the fortitude to accept such compliments that sounded not like praise but ironic?
The carriage master and servant once again refreshed the perception of the world and ghosts – the sick young man in the carriage could accept such excessive flattery!

He was so calm that Old Man Li responded calmly, as if he was stating a fact:

“Although what you said, Old Li, does make sense, I just said I would not save you.”

“You said you wouldn’t save her, but now you’re going back to kill the ghost. Not only did you dirty your hands, but you also saved the girl’s life in a roundabout way. This is a breach of promise.”

“If a man does not have faith, I don’t know what he can do.”

What?
Hongniang staggered when she heard this.

How did this fallacy come about? Were any steps omitted? Do the cause and effect match?

She thought she was dreaming.

Yes!

Only in a dream could it happen that Uncle Jin and Old Fu were killed in an instant by the White-Faced Ghost’s swords.

Only the most outrageous dream could give birth to such a ridiculous pair of carriage masters and servants—whether they took action or not, and whether they even had to do with “letters”?
“Tsk tsk.”

The white-faced ghost’s nose also sneered out two frosty streaks.

His eyes had turned from dark green to red, the sword in his hand was trembling violently, and there was only one crazy thought in his mind:

“Kill, kill, kill!”

Ke Xin was filled with murderous intent, his body felt like it was trapped in a coffin, and he could hardly take a step.

Old man Li turned around in the carriage and clasped his fists respectfully:
“The master is worried and the minister is humiliated. The master is humiliated and the minister dies. This little devil speaks nonsense. He must die to wash away the shame.”

A chuckle came from inside the car: “Then go kill it.”

“Uh.” Old man Li was choked and embarrassed. “Sir, please don’t joke with me. You know that I, Old man Li, can only drive and don’t have much fighting ability. Please help me…”

The millions of spectators in Jinxing were completely stunned by the master and servant who turned against Tiangang.

That’s not right. This old man Li is the bodyguard.

As the saying goes, “When the master is worried, the minister is humiliated; when the master is humiliated, the minister dies.” At this time, shouldn’t the guards take action and kill the insulting ghost?
Why did Old Man Li only have to say that the real work should be handed over to the young man in Xianggui’s carriage?

“They’re so messy and crazy, and they kind of attract me.”

“Uh, brother, the taste is unique. The last one who was as crazy as them… Only the Lord got the good fruit, right?”

“Hey, now that you mention it, he really seems to be a bit like me. Could it be that they are acting, trying to provoke him… to provoke ghosts?”

“So, this master and servant, or there is a third person in this carriage, at least one of them is a master?”

“Let’s not talk about whether he is tall or not, why doesn’t the white-faced ghost take action? How can this ghost be so patient? I can’t stand it anymore!”

The white-faced ghost is not tolerant.

It was just that when the carriage master and servant were talking, it couldn’t move at all, as if it was blinded by anger.

These two are so annoying!

Even though he has been dead for his entire life, the white-faced ghost has never seen such an outrageous thing. It’s simply too late to see anything like it!

At a certain moment, when the old man Li finished speaking, the white-faced ghost felt that the feeling of being pressed down on the bed disappeared.

It moves!

The water burst the dam and surged like a tide.

This was the anger that filled the white-faced ghost at the moment.

It could no longer suppress its primitive urge to “escape”, so it turned around and shouted at the carriage:

“You ants, what nonsense! If your souls were not really filthy and smelly, would you really think you could escape from my sword today?”

“There is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, there is no door to hell but you go there anyway…”

As the white-faced ghost spoke, he raised his sword and walked forward. His tall and thin body carried a strong sense of oppression, and he was about to reach the carriage in a few steps.

The white-faced ghost suddenly felt a chill in his body and mind and stopped.

It didn’t know what this feeling was, but the last time this “intuition” appeared, it decided to let the two go…

This master and servant are so arrogant, maybe because they are really powerful?
Thinking of this, the white-faced ghost decided to give himself another way out:

“Who are you?”

When these words came out, millions of people in Jinxing were shocked.

This ghost is scared!

What did it sense? After beheading Uncle Jin and Old Fu with its sword, it did not kill the weak old man and the sick young man but wanted to ask their names.

——If it was really such a polite ghost, it would have asked the right questions long ago!
The white-faced ghost thought he had given himself a way out, but the old man opposite him did not play by the rules and shouted even louder:
“How dare you!”

“My son has received the mandate of heaven to help the world. His good fortune is limitless and his merits are immeasurable. How could you, an evil ghost, not know this?”

Old Man Li was furious. His face flushed as he pointed at the ghost and said, “It’s not too much to punish you by cutting off your tongue and ears!”

The last vestige of the white-faced ghost’s consciousness was completely shattered.

The thing it hates most is being pointed at by someone, let alone such a sick old man.

“In that case…”

The long sword turned over, shining coldly.

The white-faced ghost grinned and laughed grimly: “Then go to hell!”

Clang——

The sword intention is drawn into the air.

Hongniang came to her senses and without caring about anything else, she quickly aimed the golden bead at the front battlefield.

The white-faced ghost swung the sword in his hand, and the dark green sword light pierced through the space and tore towards the fragrant osmanthus carriage from afar.

“laugh……”

Something unexpected happened.

No one even took action, and the sword light automatically dissipated like smoke halfway through its journey.

“What?”

Hongniang spent half her life in shock and half in joy.

What surprised her was that she didn’t understand who made the move. She glanced at Jin Xing’s comments and saw that no one knew.

You know, among the spectators in front of Jin Xing’s screen, there seems to be a half-saint?

Joy is even simpler.

There really is a master on this carriage, or a master that even a semi-saint cannot understand!

The people outside the battlefield were confused, and the white-faced ghost in the middle of the battle was even more shocked.

It also didn’t understand what had just happened.

After the sword light approached the carriage, it was like a small river flowing into the sea… tearing it apart? It just merged into the sea.

“Not to the extent that…”

The white-faced ghost felt something was wrong and wanted to use the sword again, but found that he could not move again.

Because the old man Li in front of the carriage spoke again:
“Sir, old man Li understands!”

The old man’s face flushed, as if he realized his huge mistake, and slapped himself hard, “How can a mere kid like you be worthy of the young master’s help? This is too dirty.”

“Heh.” A sneer came from inside the carriage.

Old man Li wiped the sweat off his face with a flattering expression.

Millions of people were waiting for the arrival of Jinxing, and then they saw the old man bowing respectfully and saying:

“If you don’t want to take action, you can send Sword Princess to take action.”

…

Sword Princess?

Even Hongniang’s appetite was whetted.

How strong was this so-called “Sword Lady” to be able to neutralize the White-Faced Ghost’s fatal attack without making any sound?
And how much confidence did she have in the “Sword Lady” to make this weak old man and sick young man laugh and chat in front of the White-Faced Ghost without paying any attention to him?
Hongniang enlarged the picture of Jin Xing and brought in the entire Xianggui carriage, fearing that she would miss even a single detail.

The Jin Xing comments section was even more excited:

“Sword Princess?”

“Sounds like a female?”

“Could it be a Ancient Sword cultivator? And a mature female Ancient Sword cultivator? God, I like this kind the most…”

The white-faced ghost’s Adam’s apple rolled and its face turned very pale, and it was able to move.

At this time, it realized that something was wrong.

“Not only did we fall into a trap, but we also had an expert!”

But my back is trembling. Who would dare to choose to fight with his back to the enemy when facing a powerful enemy? Isn’t that a clear way to give up?

“Sword Princess…”

Hold the sword tightly and wait solemnly.

But after Xianggui’s carriage shook for a while, the curtain of the carriage seemed to be pushed open by something from the bottom.

Hongniang hurriedly held Jin Xing and focused on the details.

“It’s a sword!”

“What kind of sword is this? A spiritual sword?”

“No, it seems to be just an ordinary stone sword… God! She is going to use the stone sword to fight the white-faced ghost. How strong must this sword princess be?”

Jin Xing has once again sparked heated discussions.

Only the tip of the stone sword stretched out, slightly lifting the curtain of the carriage.

Everyone seemed to have seen the stunning scene of the cold and beautiful cheongsam beauty behind the curtain, stroking her chest, stepping out gracefully, and slashing the white-faced ghost with a sword.

This is Sword Princess!

Hongniang was dumbfounded. At this time, the number of spectators had exceeded one million to one million and was still increasing.

She has been preaching for so long, but she has never been this popular.

If it goes up further, I’m afraid it will be able to reach the level of the drunk emperor?
“Please Sword Princess–“

But after hearing the old man Li’s sharp scream, the curtain of the carriage was completely lifted, revealing a black shadow.

The white-faced ghost’s pupils trembled.

Hongniang’s eyes widened.

It was as if the pause button was pressed on Jin Xing’s comment section, and for a moment, no one was able to post a comment.

Sword Princess Sword Princess…

But I could see Ji’s body and hear Ji’s voice:
“Kukukuku——”

…

“Grass!”

“Sword Princess? Sword Chicken!”

“So, is this the ‘chicken’ that Old Man Li has been talking about?”

“No, this is some kind of death drama. The carriage master and servant are too crazy. Are they really putting their lives at risk and planning to use this chicken to deal with the white-faced ghost?”

“I’m numb!”

Half a screen of comments flashed before the matchmaker’s eyes.

It even affected her vision.

But there is one thing that cannot be affected, and that is “mood”—a mood that is shattered into ashes!

The one who lifted the curtain of Xianggui’s carriage was never the cold-eyed beauty in fantasy, nor was she a master or an expert.

Not even a person or a hand.

It was just a chicken, a big black hen, with a simple stone-breaking sword in its beak.

“To throw an egg against a rock…”

In the past, Hongniang didn’t know what this was, and she thought that no one in the world would do such a thing.

Now she felt that she had seen something even more absurd than “hitting a rock with an egg”, using a chicken to fight a ghost.

Hongniang was filled with suicidal thoughts and looked desperate: “What on earth am I expecting…”

That chicken is not the case!

The black chicken held a sword in its pointed beak, its eyes slightly retracted, half revealing a cold light, half showing its sharp edge. It clearly had a feeling of “all the people under the sky are ants, and only the black chicken is the king.”

Its chicken eyes stared at the white-faced ghost. At one moment, the spectators’ eyes blurred and seemed to see the black chicken’s beak tilted slightly upwards?
Instantly, Jin Xing’s comments exploded:
“Oh my God! It’s just a chicken, why can it be so despicable?”

“Please give me some confidence.”

“Sick young man, weak old man, chicken with sword in mouth, I give in… What the hell are these things? White-faced ghost, I beg you, I have never begged anyone in my life, just chop these things up, Hongniang is a bonus.”

“…”

The moment the sword-bearing chicken appeared on the stage, the number of people watching the battle on the Golden Apricot screen completely exceeded 1.5 million.

Soon one hundred and six, one hundred and seven…

I think it won’t be long before we can break the two million mark.

Hongniang couldn’t be happy at all because she was going to die.

The white-faced ghost couldn’t actually be happy, because he was different from the nearly two million spectators who were laughing at this scene through the screen.

It actually felt pressure from a chicken?
“Something’s wrong with me?”

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the white-faced ghost’s forehead.

It was almost frightened from a dead ghost to a living person, and just when it was about to raise its hand to wipe the sweat…

“Chuckle, chuckle—”

On top of the Xianggui carriage, the rooster holding a sword crowed, and its afterimage faded away and disappeared.

“What?!”

The white-faced ghost drew his sword and retreated, screaming in fear.

The chicken holding the sword really rushed over!
Its claws stepped on the void, and a sword “Time and Space Leap” suddenly approached its face, and then it held the sword horizontally, slashing, stabbing, blocking, and shaking…

“Three thousand sword arts?”

The white-faced ghost kept blocking, blocking, blocking, and could only block, block, and block.

After being bullied, the chicken was no longer a human being. Its fighting style was extremely fierce and perfect.

Every move and every posture is derived from the rules and is natural and seamless.

It changes with every step, just like an antelope hanging on a branch, leaving no trace.

The sword of the chicken holding the sword, apart from   the carrier of “chicken”, is so perfect that it seems like the sword god is evolving the sword art!

Seventy-one swords were struck in an instant, and the sound of hammering iron was endless.

The more the white-faced ghost took the sword, the more frightened he became; the more frightened he was, the softer the sword became.

Originally, it could still withstand this strength, and it would not be a problem to take hundreds of its attacks, as long as it did not lose focus…

It’s impossible not to be distracted!

The chicken holding the sword held the sword in its mouth, and while it was slashing, it naturally shook its head, twisting its head back and forth, and its butt was occasionally eye-catching…

Who can withstand it?

Even ghosts can’t stand it!
At one point, the white-faced ghost thought he was being manipulated by a magic sword. There couldn’t be such an outrageous art in the world…

It hesitated.

The speed of catching the sword slowed down.

At the 72nd strike, half of the head was cut off in a flash, and even one eye disappeared.

The sword-holding chicken stopped its attack, held the sword in its mouth, slightly closed its eyes, closed its wings, slowly crossed its claws, and walked sideways leisurely in the garden.

The white-faced ghost covered half of his face, tears of blood flowed, his vision was blurred, his mind was confused, and he felt that everything was like a dream.

“No……”

It had blood on its hands.

It felt like a piece of its spirit had been cut off.

After realizing this, it could no longer control itself and shouted out the words it liked to hear the most from humans during the days it had been wreaking havoc in the Ghost Buddha Realm: