I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1940

Chapter 1816 Fusang

“Hurry, hurry, the ghost and Buddha realm is ahead.”

“The battlefield should be near the Zhongyuan Realm Stele. Hongniang’s Jin Xing preached there before. Let’s go and occupy a safe place to watch the battle!”

“After all, it’s a battle between the former Sword Immortal, or a battle between the Ghost Sword Immortal and the current top Sword Immortal in the Five Realms. This is the ‘highest’, right?”

“Of course! Half a year ago, Feng Zhongzui didn’t squat there, but now he’s dead after watching this battle live. This should go down in history! But I feel that the aftermath of the Sword Immortal’s battle can shatter us…”

“What battle between sword immortals? I’m afraid it’s a battle between the Saint Emperor and the Ancestral God. It’s OK for the Ghost Sword Immortal to beat me, but if he fights the Eighth Sword Immortal, someone between the two must be able to open the Mysterious Gate!”

“Oh my god! That’s the Xuanmiao Sect, Elder Gu’s Xuanmiao Sect…”

Rays of light swept across the sky like a swarm of locusts, rushing towards the fire of the ghost and Buddha world.

Xiao Wanfeng stepped on the Xuancang Divine Sword and followed the large group of spirit refiners. He naturally merged into the crowd in the sky, and his ears were filled with heated discussions.

It was only after he walked out of the inter-domain teleportation array that he learned about the turmoil caused in the five domains by the news of Matchmaker Jin Xing’s preaching and Shou Ye’s comeback.

There is never a shortage of tough guys in the spirit refining world.

There is no shortage of seekers who are willing to die in the evening if they hear the truth in the morning.

There are people who give up halfway like Feng Zhongzui, but generally speaking, they are still a minority.

After all, not everyone can ride the wind into the sky, and after turning into a dragon and returning to the sea, enjoy endless wealth and glory.

Most people seek truth while struggling for a living.

The same was true for Xiao Wanfeng. He didn’t have many spirit crystals on him. When he was watching the battle between sword immortals in Fengjia City, he only had meat buns or flattened meat patties for three meals a day.

“I heard that ancient sword cultivators from all over the place are here.”

When entering the Zhongyuan Realm, the discussion about the “Sword Immortal Showdown” became even more heated.

The occasional vibrations from Xuan Cang also made Xiao Wanfeng realize that most of the sword masters from all over the Five Regions had really come, wanting to witness the decisive battle.

There is still an old city in the Zhongyuan Realm, named Fusang City, which is within the realm of ghosts and Buddhas. Most of the original residents have moved away now, after all, they want to avoid sneak attacks by ghosts.

At this moment, the taverns at the gate of Fusang City are bustling with activity. They are bustling with the passing spirit refiners and have become a temporary resting place for those who want to watch the duel between sword immortals.

“Leave Fusang City, enter the Fusang Mountains, and go west about 2,300 miles to see the Zhongyuan Realm Stele. Go northwest about 700 miles to see the place where the sword spirit is most condensed and flourishing, called Lingyu Mountain.”

“The Eighth Sword Immortal is probably in Lingyu Mountain!”

In the past few days, the land of Fusang City in Zhongyuan Realm has been thoroughly studied by spirit refiners from all over the five regions.

Everyone showed their unique abilities and calculated the approximate location of the Eighth Sword Immortal based on the coordinates and information revealed by Matchmaker Jin Xing.

“Lingyu Mountain…”

Xiao Wanfeng knew this place and he had been there often in the past six months.

Lingyu Mountain is most famous for its Fusang trees and Lingyu trees, both of which are ninth-grade spiritual trees.

When the City Lord’s Mansion of Fusang City and the branch hall of the Holy Spirit Temple were still in existence, it was forbidden to cut down these two kinds of spiritual trees inside and outside the city, and violators would be punished.

After all, this is the root of Fusang City’s spiritual energy and the foundation of the city’s defense formation.

It doesn’t matter now.

But no one touched this sacred mulberry tree.

After all, after being immersed in the ghost and Buddha world for half a year, even the spirit refiners could not stand it, and the ninth-grade spiritual wood and the like had long been contaminated.

At the west gate of Fusang City, the tavern is a tavern, the inn is a tavern, and even some former shops and houses have been developed into taverns.

There are many bars and people everywhere.

The spirit refiners drank heartily, gave advice on various issues, and argued loudly, but no one dared to cause trouble.

When people gather together, they are not afraid of ghosts.

Among the crowd watching the battle, the majority were at the Throne Dao Realm, but there were also some Taixu masters.

Some of them have extraordinary bearing and seem to have returned to nature, while others are suspected to be semi-saints themselves.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to cause trouble?
Fusang City is full of mixed people. What if he gets upset and hits a young man? It turns out that the young man is actually an old semi-saint who likes to turn into a young man…

The outcome is self-evident.

They all came to watch the fun, and even though there were dead apostles and evil people, this place was more peaceful than a cross street corner ruled by the Lord of Four Streets.

There is no such thing as trouble within the family, and the ghosts of half-saints certainly don’t dare to get close and do anything rash – it is the instinct of living beings to seek benefits and avoid harm, and the undead are no exception.

“It’s safer…”

Xiao Wanfeng slammed the sword he carried with him on the table.

Under the cover of the famous sword and his sword-hiding skills, not many people could recognize that this was the divine sword Xuan Cang that Rao Yaoyao would never recognize in his life.

At this time, he was sitting in an inn with a sign that said “Fusheng Tavern”, listening to the discussions of people around him.

The ceiling of the inn had been chopped off by someone’s sword a long time ago, leaving only two walls. Even the guest rooms on the second floor were torn to pieces, leaving the ceiling completely open, just to connect it with the tavern outside for the convenience of discussion.

The drinkers come from all corners of the world, ranging from the head of a hidden family to an unknown knight in the wilderness.

Anyone who dares to come to the world of ghosts and Buddhas and even go deep into Fusang City, a city close to the center of the battlefield, is certainly not short-sighted or narrow-minded.

The information they brought was far more credible and more important than what was discussed at the cross-domain teleportation array:

“Hey, did you hear that Gu Qingyi, 234, etc. were directly chased by Wen Jianxian to watch the battle on the spot? This battle must be very beneficial. I don’t know where they are now.”

“Brother, what you said is true. I am the mountain worshipper outside the sword burial tomb. The Wen Jianxian showed up the other day, and we were all very excited.”

“Gu Qing, one, two, three, four, came here in front of tens of thousands of people, following orders, and also took the teleportation array. But the ancient sword cultivator’s speed seems to be not as fast as us spirit refiners, haha.”

Someone outside the Sword Burial Tomb?

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised and looked at the man. He saw that he was dressed as a swordsman and had a magic sword on his waist, but he was not an ancient swordsman.

With just a glance, Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person was essentially still a spirit refiner who had not even cultivated the innate sword intent.

Good swordsman…

Xiao Wanfeng took a sip of tea.

Maybe it was because he had worked as a tea server on the first floor of heaven, he liked tea better than wine.

After following Xu Shao and seeing the world, and after being completely recognized by the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, he was no longer stage-frightened. He had a question in his mind, so he asked bluntly:
“Isn’t Wen Jianxian here?”

If Wen Ting, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, comes to Lingyu Mountain to watch the battle, that would be explosive information, and it would empty the streets of the Sword Burial Tomb – and all follow him to Fusang City.

“Haha, little brother, you are not from the East Region, right? Immortal Wen Jian will not leave the tomb easily. There are so many swords in the sword tomb, and someone needs to look after it.”

The spirit refiner dressed as a swordsman was watched by everyone, and he was in high spirits: “Wen Jianxian showed up that day and ordered his four disciples to enter the ghost and Buddha world. It was the only time in decades that he showed up in a high-profile manner. Normally, we have never seen his true face.”

Xiao Wanfeng nodded without saying anything, but he had his own thoughts in his mind.

After following Shou Ye for a while, he also knows how to read people’s minds. Wen Ting is showing off his high profile, intending to guard the mountain, but it is possible that he himself wants to come and watch the battle.

Even if the real person does not come, there should be some means for him to watch the battle from a distance, and perhaps he will enter the scene at the critical moment.

Is it the fight between Shou Ye and Hua Changdeng, or is it the fight between Ba Zunan and Hua Changdeng? Is this the “Sword Immortal Showdown”?

Yes!
But Xiao Wanfeng knew that this was just the beginning, not the end.

The five-domain structure is like an arrow on a string. A single move can affect the entire body. No matter who wins or loses, there will be a follow-up.

If the ancestral god descends, people like the keeper of the sword tomb will not be able to stay out of it.

If the sky falls, the tall people will hold it up.

Except for Shengnu and the First Building in Heaven, these famous mountains, major clans, and prominent families will still produce people and explode as needed.

“Perhaps the ten thrones can no longer be hidden.” Xiao Wanfeng thought to himself.

At this moment, Xuan Cang was slightly shocked, and Xiao Wanfeng also felt that someone was watching him, so he turned around and saw a man sitting alone in a tavern across the street.

He was a middle-aged man with a crown, a beard, a long robe with black cloud patterns, and a sword on his waist. He was not an ancient swordsman.

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised, but recognized his identity.

Xiao Qixiu!
Others may not know this person, but he paid special attention to the battle between the Seven Sword Immortals. He is a spiritual sword cultivator who is trying to open up a new path.

The final battle, between Xiao Qixiu and Yang Xizhi, was a closed battle, and no one knew the process and outcome.

After the battle, Old Yang took the initiative to withdraw from the competition for the Seven Sword Immortals list. Not long after, the Seven Sword Immortals were removed from the list. Xiao Wanfeng guessed that Xiao Qixiu had won.

pity……

Two generations of sword immortals Qiu Wuqi, Xu Xiaoliu came to Gu Beixi.

In the final evaluation results of the sword tower, a pure spiritual sword cultivator did not seem to be able to rank high, but Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person should have the qualities of a sword immortal.

There was a bloody evil spirit on Xiao Qixiu’s back, which was much more ferocious than the one seen half a year ago. He must have killed quite a few people.

At this moment, his gaze only lingered on the Xuan Cang Sword for a moment. Seeing that it attracted attention, he no longer paid attention to it and nodded slightly to Xiao Wanfeng.

It’s not a challenge… Xiao Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of challenges, but he didn’t want to cause trouble before the decisive battle with the Sword Immortal, so he nodded in return.

“There are still capable people out there.”

Xuan Cang is still eye-catching. Ordinary people cannot see through him, while those who can see through his essence are all great masters.

Xiao Wanfeng cursed Xuan Cang inwardly, and quickly took the sword from the table. Regardless of the sword’s resistance, he was determined to wrap it with the sealing belt again.

“People from the Northern Territory have all arrived. During the Tianmeng meeting, Semi-Saint Pei Zai said that he would come to watch the battle in person. Alliance Leader Yan Sheng also showed up, but it’s a pity that he can’t leave. But maybe an incarnation of a Semi-Saint will come.” An old man Taixu spoke from a distance. The Holy Spirit Temple was doomed, and the restrictions on the Northern Territory were loosened a lot. Some people from the Northern Territory ran out.

“The people from Cangyue Immortal City have come. My friend said that the senior brother is traveling light and is on his way non-stop. He said that we will see his style soon. There was a battle between Cangyue Immortal City and the Holy Spirit Temple, and a lot of blood was shed. He directly turned into a ‘killing god’.”

“You know, Cheng Xie, the young master of the Central Region, seems to have come as well. It’s a pity that the young master of the Seven Swordsman Cheng didn’t go to compete, otherwise he should have a place on the list.”

“Who is Cheng Xie?”

“Cheng Xie, you don’t know? The Fourteenth Famous Sword, the contemporary sword holder of the Hidden Blade and Double Needle Sword… Over the years, the Saint Slave Sword Collection and the Sword Burial Tomb are able to protect the famous swords, but the Cheng family in the Central Region is one of the few that can withstand the pressure and not have their swords taken away!”

Cheng Xie?

Xiao Wanfeng stopped what he was doing.

He knew this name. He was the heir of an old family of ancient sword cultivators. He was only twenty-eight years old and was well-known in the ancient sword cultivator world.

The holy slaves’ collection of famous swords was also a commonplace matter in the past, and there was movement on it from time to time.

It is rumored that the Eight Lords, the chief of the Holy Slaves, have been elusive for decades. He has led people to destroy dozens of ancient sword-cultivating families and collected famous swords such as the Tomb of the Mingcheng Snow, the Taiyi Shengshui Sword, and the Crazy Diao Sword.

Places like the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Territory are able to protect the Evil Sword Yue Lian, the Blood Sword Peerless Enchantress, the Crane Sword Ting Chen, etc., which shows that they have very powerful backgrounds.

It is rare to find a family like the Cheng family that can withstand the pressure even though it is unable to support itself alone.

“What is the Cheng family? They are just the Fourteenth Famous Sword.”

“In the Yin Ghost Realm of the Southern Region, I heard that the leader of the Yin Ghost Sect also invited the Double Sword Ghost Lunchou to come out, saying that he could find an opportunity to be crowned as the Saint Emperor in the Ghost Buddha Realm. He is a spirit refiner, not an ancient sword cultivator!”

“Double-Shaped Sword Guilunchou, the ninth famous sword?”

“Yes! It is Guilunchou. Fifty years ago, the Yin Gui Sect was just a small sect that exorcises evil spirits. Later, it relied on this sword to become a semi-saint force. Unfortunately, there is no ancient sword cultivator in the sect, but it can still benefit from it. Tsk, the power of the famous sword can be seen from this.”

“Awesome, awesome, keep talking, big guys.”

“Hey! If you say so, I still remember that some days ago, there was something strange in the Dan Tower of Shengfutu City. The tenth on the famous sword list, Shengjian, Daluo Jiusheng Xuanjian, moved. Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu personally invited him out, and I heard that he also rushed to Lingyu Mountain with his sword.”

“Ah? People from Danta, why are you here to join in the fun?”

“I don’t know. Shengjian is very powerful. All kinds of difficult and complicated diseases can be cured with a single stab from the Chijian. Maybe the Dan Saint is merciful and is afraid that the Eight Zun’an and Hua Changdeng will fight too hard and one of them will be seriously injured and dying, so he wants to come over and stab them with a sword, right?”

“Hahaha……”

This statement caused the drinkers in all the taverns to laugh wildly. It was truly a unique and imaginative idea.

Some people also say that since the Eight Lords have only eight fingers on their hands and a scar on their neck, they should run out happily and get stabbed in the butt by Daluo Jiu Tiansheng Xuan Sword. Maybe the severed fingers can grow back and the scar can be erased, and they can live young and reckless for another thirty years.

“These people are really outrageous.”

Xiao Wanfeng frowned when he heard this. Having been around in the Southern Region, he had heard a lot of outrageous remarks and was used to them.

What I felt strange at this moment was not what the drinkers said, but the unclear “vagueness” in their words.

Gu Qingyi, Master Cheng, Cheng Xie, the leader of the Yin Gui Sect, and Dan Saint Lu Shiyu, it seems that they can’t get along at all.

In essence, these are all the famous swords gathered in Lingyu Mountain.

Are you really here to watch the game?

Could it be that there is something special that I can’t see at my level?

“Well, it’s none of my business. Maybe Mr. Xu… Master Shou knows. I can tell him later.” Xiao Wanfeng tensed up and didn’t think much about it. He tied up Xuan Cang and carried him on his back, intending to let the matter go.

He was able to enter the Xingjie because Shouye had given him the jade talisman a long time ago.

But he seldom went to the Xingjie to play. After all, only when one is in the underworld can one get more first-hand information and hone himself better.

Although it’s a bit dangerous…

“Bang!”

Just as he was thinking about this, a young and middle-aged man with two Taixu guards sat down opposite the wooden table where he was alone.

Xiao Wanfeng looked up and saw his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his elegant and suave appearance. He exuded the aura of a sword king, and his talent was fully revealed.

The person who came here is not friendly!
“Child, serve the wine.”

As soon as the man sat down, he spoke to the tavern owner, his eyes fixed on Xuan Cang on his back, and it was clear that he had noticed something.

It’s bad, I was really tainted by Xu Shao, deceived by Xuan Cang, and acted too recklessly…

Xiao Wanfeng is not the type of person who likes to be in a lively atmosphere.

He let Xuan Cang out simply because Xuan Cang wanted to get some fresh air.

Now it seems that Xuan Cang is not just trying to take a breath, but is looking for opponents and enemies for himself – he is happy to do so, cheap sword!
“Boy, settle the bill.”

Xiao Wanfeng threw a few spirit crystals on the table, then stood up without even trying to understand the other person’s thoughts and was about to leave.

“sit down!”

The man did not move. An old man behind him opened his tiger eyes, and the mighty pressure from the void almost broke Xiao Wanfeng’s body, so he had to sit down again.

Swish!
The tavern suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked over at the same time, all with expressions showing that they were eager to watch the fun.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

There were some noisy sounds coming from afar, as if someone was banging iron to celebrate.

Xiao Wanfeng looked troubled, holding his breath, but he was not afraid. He looked at the handsome man who was about thirty years old and said,
“I don’t seem to know him…”

“My last name is Cheng.” The man smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Xiao Wanfeng, “Cheng family, Cheng Xie.”

With a sudden noise, everyone in the tavern stood up in surprise.

Hidden sword and double needles, Cheng Xie of the Cheng family!
Finally, a big shot with a good reputation came to Fusang City, and he has the appearance of a sword immortal!

Xiao Wanfeng probably knew his intention, and said helplessly: “It seems that there is no hatred between us?”

Cheng Xie laughed, stared at the sword on his back and said, “The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing the treasure. Hand over the Xuancang Sword, and you can leave Fusang safely.”

Suddenly, the people in the major taverns were no longer just there to watch the fun, their eyes all turned to Xiao Wanfeng, with shock on their faces.

“Excalibur, Xuancang?” (End of this chapter)