I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1997

Chapter 1873: Discussion

The Eight Lords knew exactly how many eyes were watching them in this world.

Hua Changdeng also knew what kind of existence was behind him, watching and urging him.

Both of them were looking forward, not paying attention to what was behind them.

Lingyu Mountain has disappeared.

The cup of wine on the Linghu stone table that divides the world into black and white was presented by Ba Zun An, and was also asked about Hua Chang Deng Xin.

“handle……”

Everyone murmured and began to wonder what kind of leverage Hua Changdeng had in the hands of the Third Ancestor, which was why he was willing to be a pawn.

After all, the Eighth Sword Immortal would not speak without a purpose. He must have his own considerations behind what he said.

Hua Changdeng remained silent, his expression changed slightly, and then he calmed down.

There was a golden cup in front of him filled with wine, and everyone gave Ba Zun’an this face, but he remained indifferent.

“Why, Brother Hua, are you afraid that I will poison you?”

After Ba Zun’an finished speaking, he laughed.

He is not a virtuous person and would not resort to such despicable means.

All the ancient sword practitioners around Linghu Lake, such as Gou Wu Yue, Feng Ting Chen, Lei Shuang Xing, Gu Qingduo and others, all finished his wine and gave him enough face.

Even Xiao Kongtong and Xiao Wanfeng, who had fallen unconscious, woke up with a twitch in their noses and forced themselves to take a sip before fainting again.

Mr. Siren didn’t care about his seriously injured body. He took a sip and the wine went through his intestines and flowed out of the hole. He coughed so hard that blood gushed out. However, he waved his fan high and shouted silently:

“How wonderful!”

Are you, Hua Changdeng, the only one who doesn’t dare to drink?

Are you, Hua Changdeng, the only coward?

Everyone stared at Emperor Hua Sheng. The will condensed by his fame throughout the world turned into a mighty force that pressed down upon them.

Hua Changdeng was almost shaken and reached out to touch the wine glass.

Only then did he realize that the cup of wine given to the people of the world was not given in vain – the strange scene in Linghu Lake was an illusion, and the names of the eight statues were real.

His Ten Thousand Swords Technique is completely different from that of other people in terms of the power of his swordsmanship and can be said to be unique.

However……

Borrowing a name, so what?
“I also have doubts.”

Since his fingertips had touched the golden cup, Hua Changdeng would not lose face by letting go. He picked up the glass but hesitated to drink it.

You can drink alcohol, but you can’t drink it in vain.

The Eight Masters wanted to talk, and had some questions that not only the Third Patriarch was curious about, but Hua Changdeng was also curious.

“Brother Hua, if you have any doubts, you can speak up. But before I drink this cup and raise my doubts, it seems that you have not given me the answers I want?” Ba Zun’an took a look.

“You, Ba Zunnan, still need others to give you answers?”

Hua Changdeng smiled while holding the golden cup. He didn’t believe that the person in front of him came with questions. It was obvious that he was asking questions even though he knew the answer.

“Then I’ll make a bold guess…” Ba Zun’an grabbed the jade pot and poured wine into the golden cup in front of him again.

The ancient sword cultivators from the Five Realms became restless again.

The Five Realms Spirit Refiners were jealous again.

Because as the golden wine glasses in front of the Eight Masters gradually filled up, the golden cups in front of the ancient sword practitioners from all over the place began to emit the aroma of wine again.

“besides?”

“The Eighth Sword Immortal gave me a second glass of wine?”

“Mr. Mito knows what I am thinking. How happy I am!”

This time, the wine pouring process was extremely slow. It was obvious that the wine in the jade pots in the hands of the eight masters kept pouring, but the wine in the cups of the ancient sword practitioners from all sides was not full for a long time.

He stared at the jug and poured wine while guessing in a leisurely tone:

“After crossing the river, there is no turning back. I sharpen my sword with gold and stone, and sharpen it for thirty years until it becomes mottled. I only want success, not failure.”

“Brother Hua was the first to learn the way of swordsmanship, and his ghost swordsmanship reached the pinnacle. I am ashamed of myself that I am not as good as him. However, Fengdu is both my success and my failure.”

“Since I obtained the Ghost Ancestor’s Divine Court, my path to becoming a Sword God has been futile. Unfortunately, I strayed into the path of reincarnation. However, in front of the Ghost Ancestor, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to be deified.”

“Brother Hua wants to pick this ‘present god and Buddha’ but is powerless. If he doesn’t pick it, he will be unable to move forward.”

“You have come to the five realms this time just to see me. I am like metal and stone, and I can sharpen swords or hunt ghosts…”

After a pause, Ba Zun An raised his eyelids, glanced at Hua Changdeng, and said in a slightly heavy voice:

“We failed to seize the Dao, and Brother Hua died. Let’s not discuss this for now.”

“If you seize the Daocheng, Brother Hua will be crowned as the ancestor. Beside the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Medicine Ancestor. After the Ghost Ancestor, there are the Demon Ancestor and the Suyin. May I ask Brother Hua, what are your thoughts and how will you respond?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the spectators from the five regions all felt a chill in their hearts.

Ghost Ancestor?!
Everyone was just watching the show, and didn’t think too deeply about it at the time.

Even so, at this moment, after the bigwigs from all sides interpreted the current situation, everyone knew that the three monsters outside the time and space rift were the three ancestors.

Hua Changdeng is in front and the Third Ancestor is behind, and they both have big plans.

But among the three ancestors, there is no Ghost Ancestor, so where did this come from?
And from what the Eighth Sword Immortal said, Hua Changdeng came to find him this time, not because he wanted to continue the unfinished battle between Hua and Eighth Sword Immortal thirty years ago after so many years.

On the contrary, he had to come or die.

If you are defeated in the battle, you will die. If you win and seize the Dao, you will be deified and called the ancestor of gods, but you will still have to face the Three Ancestors, and the ending will most likely be death.

Is it all a dead end?

The comments on the pictures of each company were instantly boiling:

“No wonder the Eight Lords said that the Ancestor God had something on him. No wonder Hua Changdeng was willing to be a pawn. So that’s it?”

“Is the life of a Saint Emperor so difficult? I earn 3,000 Spirit Crystals a month, and can occasionally have some unprotected s*x. In comparison, I am doing well.”

“Either side will die, why can’t Huaba join forces and defeat the three ancestors?”

“Brother, what a brilliant idea! You don’t even think about the fact that Hua Ba and the other two can’t help each other and sharpen each other to the level of being deified and called the ancestor – join forces? To the ancestor god, isn’t that just two pieces of trash combined?”

“Well……”

This battle is inevitable!
Everyone understood this, but what was different from before was that they thought it was just a sequel to the battle with the Sword Immortal.

Unexpectedly, it seems that if the two of them cannot be deified together in this battle, then their fight will be in vain and they will inevitably end up in a dead end.

“Battle of the Ancestral Gods!”

Around Linghu Lake and in the five regions, everyone’s heart was burning with excitement.

Apart from anything else, today we will definitely see a real sword open the mysterious door, and perhaps even seal out two sword gods.

As for whether these two sword gods died individually or something else, their final fate is another matter.

“consider……”

Hua Changdeng repeated silently, drank the wine in the cup, and looked at the eight masters:

“Ancient sword cultivators move forward without hesitation, what do they need to think about?”

Suddenly, the spiritual lake shook.

Everyone could see it, vaguely condensed in the lingering force above the eight statues’ heads, and then it exploded into nothingness as Hua Changdeng and a cup of wine were placed on the stone table.

No denial…

Everyone understood what the Eighth Sword Immortal had just said. He must have guessed the dilemma that Emperor Hua was in!

The Eight Lords turned a blind eye to any abnormalities that occurred, and did not care that the borrowed momentum was easily dispersed.

He continued to pour the wine from the jade pot slowly.

The wine glass in Hua Changdeng’s hand had just been emptied when it was filled again with a gurgling sound – he was the last one to arrive but was the first to fill his glass, faster than any of the cultivators from the Five Regions.

“Brother Hua, this is wrong…”

This time, before he finished speaking, Hua Changdeng interrupted him with a flick of his sleeves: “It’s my turn.”

Good!
The spectators from the five regions are eagerly waiting.

Everyone was excited to see that Hua Changdeng was not discouraged after his predicament was revealed, but instead faced the challenge head-on and overwhelmed the Eighth Sword Immortal.

How boring is a one-sided situation?
Tit-for-tat is the most pleasing thing!
“If the two of them are not fighting for the Dao, but because this princess is jealous and competing, then what a wonderful thing it would be…” Someone began to take the initiative to enter the second world of the fantasy swordsmanship.

“please.”

In front of the stone table, Ba Zun An smiled and signaled to stop talking.

Hua Changdeng had a calm expression as he gently rotated the golden cup on his fingertips, feeling the sword power filled in it, and said calmly:
“I have heard for a long time that Saint Slave is good at planning, planning the Five Realms, first with Fenqin, then with Yemao, first removing Gou Wuyue, then removing Rao Yaoyao, stopping those who dare to advance in the sword path for thirty years, and the time has been extended to this day, just to protect the name of ‘Eighth Sword Immortal’.”

Hiss!
Can you still understand it this way?

Everyone looked towards the Moonless Swordsman who was present at the scene, and the heads of each family also focused their cameras on the only person still alive mentioned by Hua Changdeng.

Gou Wu Yue was calm and composed, standing still, as if the person being mentioned was not him.

Hua Changdeng did not pause and continued:

“In the game of Void Island, Yu Mo inherited the father’s image and turned the social order upside down, just to turn the tide when the final reveal was made.”

“The black and white veins have been lurking until now. The Holy Emperor has come out together just to melt the ladder to the sky and continue the fortune of the Holy Divine Continent for another half a year.”

“At this point, you have all succeeded.”

“Dao Qiongcang’s chess skills are already very high, but if Dao is one foot higher, the Saint Slave will be ten feet higher. The layout of the Saint Slave Chief is indeed exquisite.”

After all this praise, everyone seems to have heard the “but”.

As expected, when he said this, Hua Changdeng paused for a moment, then changed his tone and added a hint of joking:

“Thirty years have passed, and the world has changed. The Eight Lords, the First Seat of the Holy Slave, have never been involved.”

“Now, Hua is a little confused about the situation. I know there is a tiger in the mountain. The Eighth Sword Immortal is so high in chess that he must know to lead the way. Anyone who dares to enter this game will die.”

“You, finally came.”

“Why is this happening? What’s the point?”

He stared at the silent Ba Zun An in front of him, and asked softly, “Have you found a better chess player and are willing to be the pawn?”

With a sudden noise, the five regions were in an uproar.

It is impolite not to reciprocate, Hua Changdeng kicked the words back without changing them.

From what he heard, Ba Zun An was also cannon fodder. When this game was over, he would also die?
“Who?”

All five regions guessed who the new chess player was.

Hua Changdeng was not a man who would hesitate, so he calmly said a name:
“Xu Xiaoshou?”

Suffer the master?

Shou Ye became a chess player, and the Eighth Sword Immortal became his chess piece?
The spectators from the five regions all felt it was absurd. One was the head of the Holy Slaves, and the other was the newly promoted second-in-command of the Holy Slaves. Although Shou Ye had become famous recently, compared to the Eighth Sword Immortal…

Isn’t this putting the priorities wrong?

“By the way, where’s Shou Ye? It seems like Shou Ye really didn’t come!”

Everyone looked around and realized that they had actually forgotten about the existence of Shou Ye if Hua Changdeng hadn’t mentioned it.

Ba Zun’an did not avoid the question, but asked in return: “Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, you still go there…Brother Hua, do you think you are the tiger and I am the bait?”

The spiritual lake ripples slightly, and the hearts of the people are also slightly disturbed.

The smell of gunpowder was faintly in the air, and everyone seemed to have seen the scene of the two ancient sword masters fighting each other over a disagreement.

Hua Changdeng was not easily angered, he shook his head and laughed:

“There is never more than one tiger on Tiger Mountain.”

“It’s too difficult to reach the top in one step. The Eighth Sword Immortal hasn’t given me a direct answer yet, but you’re already thinking about the next question?”

Ba Zun’an had no choice but to smile and nod.

He raised the golden cup in his hand high, calmly and fearlessly, and answered directly:

“There is more than one tiger on Tiger Mountain, and I am not alone.”

“The Demon Ancestor has ordered us to come to the cross street corner, and I have gods to help me.”

“When the world cracks, I have Cao Yihan to help me.”

“The Medicine Ghost has not yet been united, Bei Huai is a big threat, and Brother Hua is about to seize the Dao. The four of them are hindering each other and are inseparable.”

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, with great generosity and ease, and said with a smile:

“It is imperative. We, the Eighth Master, can only take this inevitable step forward. Why bother?”

This is……

The cards are out?
After hearing this, Wu Yu was indeed horrified.

“There is a demon ancestor at the crossroads, and there is a demon in the cracks of time and space. Oh my God, they are going to conquer our Holy Land!”

“Shen Yi? Kui Lei Han? They are all just ten thrones, how can they defeat the ten ancestors? Where does the Eighth Sword Immortal get such confidence? Oh, he believes it?”

“Are they that strong?”

“Brothers, listen to my profound opinion: if the Ten Ancestors were in their prime, they would be as powerful as a flood and a beast, and the Ten Thrones would definitely not be able to resist. But like the Suyin, who awakened in the remains of the gods, the Ten Ancestors are actually weak. In my opinion, the Ten Thrones may have the power to seize the Dao in one battle!”

“Wow! That’s a really great idea!” Some people praised it.

“A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Why don’t you think that if it can be stopped, why would the Saint Slave need to melt the ladder to delay time?” Some people did not believe it.

As soon as the Eight Lords finished speaking, the five realms exploded like boiling water.

Each of them was giving their opinions on the situation, writing passionate articles, and arguing with each other fiercely.

Hua Changdeng was not fooled.

Others would forget about Xu Xiaoshou under such excuses, but he had not forgotten the troubles that kid had stirred up in the five Holy Emperor families.

“Where’s Xu Xiaoshou?”

“That’s another question.” Ba Zun’an looked at the glass of wine in front of Hua Changdeng, indicating that it was his turn.

“No.” Hua Changdeng shook his head, picked up the golden cup, and did not drink it all. “This is the same question.”

Ba Zun’an shook his head helplessly and didn’t care about it.

His expression became serious, he looked into the void, and said with a slight sigh:

“Shou Ye is never in my chess game.”

“Since we became friends in Baiku, I have been a holy slave to you, enjoying freedom and the right to act as I see fit, and I am your equal.”

“The position of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave is just to inherit the master’s orders and take charge on his behalf. The First Floor in Heaven is the real family of the Lord.”

He called him “Shou Ye” all the time and was full of praise in his words.

At this point, Ba Zun’an’s voice became heavier, his face showed appreciation, and he praised:

“It has always been the case that only the Eighth Master of the Eighth has relied on the Lord, and there has never been a time when he has devoted himself to being a holy slave.”

“The dragon is hard to find. I can’t control Lord Shou. Maybe while you and I are talking, he has already entered the starry sky and beaten the Third Ancestor to a pulp.”

After Ba Zun’an finished speaking, he filled a glass of wine for himself and said to the void:
“Please accept my drink!”

The five realms were all silent.

There was a question mark over everyone’s head.

“Let’s do it!”

“Eighth Sword Immortal, are you trying to flatter me to death?”

“Or is it that in his mind, the importance of the Lord is really that important?”

“No matter what, if I were the one who was the servant, the corners of my mouth would be so raised that I could hang two pieces of pork on them…”

Everyone looked at the screen, and Hua Changdeng had a slightly stunned expression, indicating that he couldn’t understand it either.

But in front of the ancient sword cultivators from all over the Five Regions, the eight busts of An reappeared, holding up a golden cup in their mouths, and said:
“Please accept a drink from me!”

The wine was already filled. Who dared not give the Eighth Sword Immortal this face?
Regardless of whether it was true or false, everyone drank the second glass of wine in one gulp. While drinking it, their blood was boiling, and it was a cloud of fog.

“how?”

The eight statues looked forward.

Hua Changdeng remained silent, and finally drank the wine in the glass, which was regarded as an acknowledgement of this half-direct, half-circumvented answer.

…

“Let’s talk about the boss!”

“Look! Quick! These two ancient sword cultivators, who didn’t even offer us half a glass of wine, actually talked about Boss Shen Yi. They even said that Boss Shen Yi could stop the Demon Ancestor. Ahahaha…”

“What are you laughing at? I think this guy named Ba has good taste!”

“I also think Ba Zun’an can win, just because of what he said… But can you please stop drinking and start fighting? I haven’t seen ‘One Poem, One Sword, One Sword, One Song’ with my own eyes!”

“Yeah, you two are just dithering like women, be real men! Fight!”

At the cross street corner, many dead apostles gathered together, and gathered around the spirit refiner with palms, watching the battle at Lingyu Mountain together.

Despite their grumbling, the two’s bickering was quite entertaining and everyone enjoyed watching it.

And before the battle even started, they even mentioned the cross street corner.

The dead disciples didn’t care at all about what happened to the Demon Ancestor mentioned by the Eight Masters, or what the fate of the crossroads would be. They simply disregarded their lives and just wanted to join in the fun.

On this busy street, a dark shadow was sneaking through, from north to east, and soon walked into the arena on East Street.

“Aunt Xiang!”

There was a loud shout from outside the door.

Xiang Yaoyao was holding a burly hand in her hand, stroking it while talking to a woman and a man, one black and one orange, in front of her.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked outside the door:
“Come in!”

The door creaked open, and a feminine man walked in with his head bowed and fists clasped. He said respectfully,
“The Lord of North Street, Emperor Guifen, has sent someone to deliver a gift and ask to see Aunt Xiang!”