I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3257 - 1646: Beautiful Spirit Path Mad Master, Corpse Descending Daughter’s Skin Trickery Frequently Arises.
Chapter 3257: Chapter 1646: Beautiful Spirit Path Mad Master, Corpse Descending Daughter’s Skin Trickery Frequently Arises.
Dao Qiongcang, emerging from a pool of blood like a lotus arising from water, combed off the sticky substance from his body, then greedily inhaled the long-missed air of the Shengshen Continent, his face showing intoxication.
“Ah~”
“Delicious aura~”
With a flick of his hand, he condensed the used and rotting Divine Puppet behind him into a clot of fabric resembling a blood sphere, and tossed it forward.
“Little ghost, halt!”
Xiao Wanfeng was so scared he felt his liver might split.
He swore he was not a coward.
But when that fleshy blood clot thrown by the evil god came at him, his step still faltered, nearly collapsing to the ground.
“Spare me!”
Xiao Wanfeng almost cried, he really had nothing valuable on him.
At the same time, he cried out in his heart: “Xuan Cang, save me!”
Bang!
The “meat bun” hit Xiao Wanfeng’s buttocks, and the touch actually didn’t feel fleshy at all.
Yet Xiao Wanfeng bounced up as if he had been bitten by a leopard chasing him after clutching his buttocks.
“Don’t mess around!”
His chest felt tight, and his neck a bit strangled.
The high-jumping Xiao Wanfeng failed to leap out of the alley and blend into the bustling street.
His feet hadn’t touched the ground before he was suspended mid-air.
He gazed at the sunlight that was within reach, yet he could only remain in the shadows of the alley entrance.
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This close yet half step away from success brought a great feeling of loss that intensely assaulted Xiao Wanfeng’s soul.
“Senior…”
He turned his head, trembling with shoulders hanging low.
Surprisingly, this “evil god” behind him, after combing away the slime, exuded a sense of affinity.
He wasn’t ferocious; instead, his eyes were bright, his skin clean, looking quite distinguished.
“I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere…”
Xiao Wanfeng paused briefly, then quickly remembered — the simplified portrait on Young Master Xu’s Spirit Crystal Card!
Hallmaster Dao!
“This ‘Hallmaster Dao’, you and I have no grudges of the past or recent days, why are you going after me, a mere mortal?” Xiao Wanfeng sighed deeply.
In the Southern Region, everything is bad, but the worst is that people love to impersonate others.
But Hallmaster Dao is outdated; even his style isn’t trendy now, what’s hot is “Lord Cang Sheng”.
Lord Ai, now that’s the new trend in the Southern Region!
…
Southern Region, how wonderful!
Dao Qiongcang loves this place to death.
In the Southern Region, everything is great, especially this: here, if he shows his true face, no one will think of him as Dao Qiongcang.
This is something he could never achieve in the other Four Domains; Southern Region, indeed, has its unique magic power.
At this moment, facing this unexpected “surprise” upon just returning to the continent, Dao Qiongcang started pondering.
If it were in the past, he might have just taken another look at this youngster, then immediately questioned Xuan Cang about why he didn’t return home.
Eventually, there’s no way to make Xuan Cang return home to the Holy Divine Palace; he’d be tricked into joining the Divine Sect.
Now it’s different.
The situation has utterly changed.
With Xu Xiaoshou and Cao Erzhu as striking examples, Dao Qiongcang observed this young man from top to bottom, very carefully and seriously.
“He looks fairly handsome, his clothes a bit too thin, and he is somewhat underweight…”
“Bone age sixteen, no spiritual source, and yet favored by Xuan Cang…”
Looking behind, the crowds were bustling with activity, no one paying attention here, only the First Viewing Platform remained hot as ever.
Understood.
Dao Qiongcang set the young man down, straightened his clothes, patted him, and with a slight bow and a gentle smile said:
“What’s your name?”
“Zhou Yong.”
“Are you an ancient swordsman?”
“Mortal.”
“I also have a Mortal Certificate,” Dao Qiongcang effortlessly pulled out a red leather-covered certificate, “do I look like a mortal to you?”
I see you more like a criminal… Xiao Wanfeng silently shook his head.
“What’s your name?”
“Xiao Wanfeng.”
“You are an ancient swordsman.”
“Yes.”
“You must not lie in the future, children shouldn’t learn these things.” Dao Qiongcang, seemingly from nowhere, fetched a folded piece of paper, stuffed it into Xiao Wanfeng’s hand, then gestured behind him.
Xiao Wanfeng, clutching the paper, hesitated, then obediently handed over the sword case.
A bit terrifying…
It’s not that this person used any magic power or spiritual technique.
Rather, it’s that he did nothing but repeat two sentences, yet that intangible oppression was so strong that it was suffocating.
Xiao Wanfeng even thought that this person might truly be the real Hallmaster Dao!
“Click.”
The wooden case was opened; indeed, there was no sword inside.
There was also no mechanism, such as pressing a button to hide the sword, equipped with an array to avoid being peered by a Spiritual Cultivator’s spiritual senses or anything similar.
Dao Qiongcang, accustomed to such tricks, wouldn’t be fooled by a mere child.
“Look, you see too.”
“No need to be nervous; I’m a good person.”
Gesturing for Xiao Wanfeng to also unfold and look at the paper.
Dao Qiongcang, after checking the sword case six more times and marking it, did not return it but instead kept it in his spatial ring—seeing things for himself and being seen by others, this sword case that once contained Xuan Cang should no longer appear in public.
He then magically produced a brand-new, identically worn wooden case, exactly alike to the previous one, and placed it beside Xiao Wanfeng.
“What a method…”
Xiao Wanfeng felt horrified.
He has never seen such a person.
It couldn’t possibly be that this person carried a large number of similar sword cases, and just happened to have one that was an exact match, right?
Since that’s impossible, then it means he took a glance and then magically crafted an identical one…
This is even stranger!
What ordinary person carries so much plain wood around with them?
As the paper was halfway unfolded, his mind was not really on it, Xiao Wanfeng couldn’t help but speak out:
“Are you a carpenter?”
“Divine Sorcerer, knowing a bit of craftsmanship, isn’t that quite normal?” Dao Qiongcang chuckled, “your such deliberate question doesn’t make me think you are a fool.”
