I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3258 - 1646: Beautiful Spirit Path Mad Master, Corpse Descending Daughter’s Skin Trickery Frequently Arises_2
Chapter 3258: Chapter 1646: Beautiful Spirit Path Mad Master, Corpse Descending Daughter’s Skin Trickery Frequently Arises_2
Xiao Wanfeng opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word.
He indeed had some experience in the martial arts world and harbored the intention to “deliberately” lay a trap; because when dealing with fools, one often lets their guard down.
Unfortunately, the one before him didn’t fall for it…
“Of course, I don’t think this demonstrates your cunning,” Hallmaster Dao said with a chuckle, “You must be an ancient swordsman with an agile mind, unbound by rigidness, likely to live a long and relatively unobstructed life, very different from the truly decrepit wood I have encountered.”
Whoosh!
The paper unfolded, and a gust of wind swept it away.
Xiao Wanfeng shuddered and came back to his senses, bending down to grab the paper before it hit the ground.
He indeed was prepared for the possibility that if his little trick was seen through, the other party would look down on someone resorting to such tricks, and yet… still it didn’t take…
Clenching the paper, Xiao Wanfeng shrank back sheepishly: “I’m sorry… Uh, senior, your praise is undeserved…”
Hallmaster Dao’s gaze followed the paper’s departure and return:
“Your subconscious reaction isn’t bad either. If you practice, your battle consciousness will be quite impressive.”
Xiao Wanfeng’s eyelids twitched fiercely.
From the beginning till now, from the folding of the paper to its unfolding, he hadn’t been able to glimpse its contents at all.
He felt as though he had been stripped bare on the spot, his every in and out intensely scrutinized despite his full resistance.
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Who exactly was he?
Xiao Wanfeng even felt that the other person could clearly see right through him, to the Cang Godhood Sword, one of the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos, embedded within his body!
“Go on, look, what’s the hurry?”
Hallmaster Dao motioned towards the paper in his hand, “If you play a trick, you have to be prepared to be exposed. With more practice, you won’t panic, and in this aspect, you’ve lost again to a certain good wood I’ve seen.”
Xiao Wanfeng wanted to speak but held back, ultimately taking a deep breath.
He concluded one thing: The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make; if you don’t say anything, you make no mistakes.
He lowered his head to look.
The paper depicted a monochrome Diagram, seemingly of many people, but it was upside down.
Xiao Wanfeng flipped it over…
“Damn!”
Just one glance, and he leapt back in shock, almost tossing the paper in his hand away.
He swore he wasn’t a dirty person, but since meeting this Divine Sorcerer, he had let loose swear words twice now.
——The paper had a drawing of “Lord Shou”!
No, strictly speaking, it was a “Xu Deye,” depicting the scene of the heaven geomantic battle in Dongtianwang City.
What was the heaven geomantic battle?
It was a minor competition to obtain qualifications for the Imperial City Trial, which others might forget, but Xiao Wanfeng couldn’t. Because in that battle, he had suppressed Master Sword Intent and even won his first championship in life, although Young Master Xu had given it up to him.
“What’s the situation?”
Xiao Wanfeng’s mind was a bit messy.
No one would deliberately remember these minor competitions.
Moreover, on this Diagram, Young Master Xu took up the most space, baring his big teeth, grinning cheekily over the entire picture. Xiao Wanfeng was in the background, and even as the champion, he was merely part of the scene.
He was as small as a mung bean; the figure was rather blurred, and the features needed to be closely examined to barely make out.
“This person…”
Xiao Wanfeng hesitantly looked at the middle-aged man before him, his mind filled with trickery.
Clutching the paper, he even dared not glance again at his own likeness on it, for fear that this detail-obsessed man would discern something more.
“You know him?”
Hallmaster Dao had just asked when.
Xiao Wanfeng hadn’t even answered yet when he heard a series of questions thrown at him:
“Who is he?”
“Who are you?”
“What is your relationship with him?”
“Who am I, and why do I have this Diagram?”
“If you dawdle, will I force my hand; if I force my hand, will you burst forth?”
“Blah blah blah, so trivial… And all these are meaningless questions. Asked and answered, it’s all idle talk.”
“Xiao Wanfeng, let’s skip the pleasantries, your wishful thinking, and the process of us confiding in each other and become good friends directly!”
Hallmaster Dao opened his arms wide as if embracing the accelerated beauty of life and cut straight to the point:
“I have only two questions: Is Xuan Cang choosing you related to Xu Xiaoshou in any way?”
…
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This entire day had been more shocking to Xiao Wanfeng than the last sixteen years.
He couldn’t help swallowing saliva, his eyes wide open, never before had he seen such a person—he had walked a path similar yet opposite to that of Lord Shou, an extremity!
“No.”
He dared not rebel at all.
Say what you must, only hoping that after the man asked, he would let him off as he said he would.
Uh, he seemed not to have mentioned letting him off, but that was the impression he gave…
“You can’t lie, you know.”
Hallmaster Dao pointed at himself, clearly having said nothing, yet Xiao Wanfeng understood his meaning:
I haven’t tortured you for answers, but you still must be honest and kind.
“Absolutely no lies!” Xiao Wanfeng was terrified, raising his hand as if to swear.
“Then there’s no trust…”
Hallmaster Dao laughed and pressed down his hand, embracing the sky, and said with a hopeful look, “The truly beautiful world is one where people trust each other in harmony.”
He’s crazy…
Xiao Wanfeng grew even more nervous.
He wasn’t afraid of bad people, he wasn’t afraid of abominators, but those with serious issues who could become terrifying once they snapped!
“The second question.”
Hallmaster Dao regained composure, his face expressionless, as he extended two fingers: “Do you know Bazhun’an?”
Xiao Wanfeng was about to shake his head.
“Think carefully, then answer.”
Xiao Wanfeng shook his head resolutely:
“I know of him, but he doesn’t know me. I have never met the Eighth Sword Deity; I’ve only heard his story and never had any direct interactions…”
…
Blah blah blah, he didn’t even know what he was talking about.
Hallmaster Dao’s face bore a smile, his eyes following the young man’s lips moving up and down.
