I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3323 - 1667: The Singing and Dancing Clown Sits Before the Mirror, Puppet Manipulation Thread Awakens the Masses_2
Chapter 3323 -1667: The Singing and Dancing Clown Sits Before the Mirror, Puppet Manipulation Thread Awakens the Masses_2
He wanted to argue back, but he didn’t know what was up with this girl’s temper, and thinking that her surname was North…
Sizzle! She really isn’t someone to provoke!
“This is a demi-saint?”
Yet Beibei didn’t let it go, her Supreme Emperor Sword pointed back at Qin Duan, who still dared not reply, and became silent as a cicada in winter.
“Stand up, one by one, do you also deserve to be called demi-saints?”
Beibei’s Supreme Emperor Sword swept across all the saints present, including Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi, and Ninth Divine Priest.
Except for Ai Cangsheng and Xi, none dared to raise their heads.
Everyone felt strange, wanting to ponder the details, but then felt there was no need, Beibei’s scolding was indeed justified.
She merely spoke her mind…
Ai Cangsheng held the bow tight, then let go, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, quickly returning to a rippleless expression.
In the eyes of the people of the five regions, even Lord Cang Sheng had nothing to say, not wanting to offend Beibei!
Thus, Beibei’s aura was enabled to become more reckless, she turned her head, aimed at the Dao Imparting Mirror, and huffed:
“Before, I didn’t understand what Xu Xiaoshou was arrogantly antagonizing about, their Saint Servants, their First Pavilion in the Sky were rebelling against what.”
“Today, standing behind him, I fully understand.”
She paused, her Supreme Emperor Sword pointed behind her, her little face turned red with rage, her bellow shook the heavens and earth:
“The backbone of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe was severed by You Tu with a single sword over thirty years ago!”
“The self-confidence of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe has been wasted away by Dao Qiongcang over thirty years!”
“Now, the only one who seems to stand, is Ai Cangsheng who sits, all other apparent standing Saints are but groveling servants!”
Oh my goodness…
Feng Zhongzui was so frightened that the Dao Imparting Mirror trembled, hairs on his arms stood on end.
All from the five regions also felt a chill in their hearts, unable to believe that Sword Deity Bei would suddenly erupt and say such words.
Was she possessed?
But it wasn’t over yet!
After berating the entire Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Beibei turned her gaze towards the five regions, aiming at all the Spiritual Cultivators who turned their eyes towards her, she scolded:
“The Spiritual Cultivators of the entire continent cultivate to death, just to become demi-saints, then the temperamental ones roll away to self-imprison in a corner, the meek come to be my Bei Family’s dogs!”
“The end goal for Spiritual Cultivation students is the Holy Palace, the end goal for cultivation students is the Dead Sea, the Holy Palace and the Dead Sea, what’s the difference?”
“There’s no difference! One produces shiny trash, the other loads failed trash, all trash, where’s the distinction?”
“And you!”
Pointing at the mirror, she sneered coldly:
“You start with ten levels of Spiritual Cultivation, Innate, Master, Sovereign, demi-saint…”
“You don’t even know about the bounded domain of a tenth level Holy Emperor, all efforts, all sweat, cracking your skulls open just to be shiny trash!”
“And if you fail, those who can enter the Dead Sea are failed trash, and if you can’t even enter the Dead Sea, you’re just trash that isn’t even trash!”
Beibei scoffed repeatedly, words as fragrant as flowers, spraying across the arena.
In the end, her little hand held the sword, gently lifted it, she looked into the distant sky and said:
“The highest is but the Ten High Nobles, stronger not more than Bazhun’an…even they with crippled legs and useless fingers, arms broken in self-pity, how could we transcend?”
“If we can’t transcend, for what were we born?”
“Cultivation, what for?”
With a frown, Beibei lowered her head, pondered deeply, and then said:
“Perhaps, it’s just to become ‘Saint Servants’.”
The people of the five regions felt nothing but heaviness in their hearts.
At that moment, Beibei suddenly looked up again, smiled brightly, revealing her little tiger teeth:
“Of course, I am not, only you bunch of trash are.”
“Because my surname is Bei, the North of Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao!”
Having said that, she raised both hands, forming a straight line, twisted them into waves together with the Supreme Emperor Sword, and hummed a cheerful tune, singing and dancing:
“Oh Beibei, Beibei~”
…
In front of the Five Domains Preaching Mirror, a gathering of Spiritual Cultivators had collectively stood up.
These not so small-fry folks, looking at the adorable white-clothed young girl dancing in front of the five regions in the mirror, utterly devoid of the image of a Sword Deity.
At this moment, they found themselves unable to cry or to laugh.
All stood stiff, their expressions unnaturally twitching, clearly at a loss for thought.
Before Beibei finished speaking, they could not perceive the ultimate goal of cultivation, the significance of cultivation.
Indeed, some had thought about it.
It should be said that 99% of people thought about it at the beginning of their cultivation.
But amidst various tribulations and experiences, the eventual result that evolved would never be “trash” or “Saint Servant” and the like.
“But, is it really not so?”
Now enlightened by a single remark from Sword Deity Bei, everyone seemed to see some sense in her words?
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A demi-saint is called extraordinary and detached from the world.
But as strong as Qin Duan and Qiu Gu are, in front of such a nonchalant little girl twisting her hands and dancing in front of a mirror, they didn’t dare to even breathe heavily.
Why?
Because her surname is “Bei”?
Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao, it seems familiar, what is it?
Oh, five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor!
So if at the end of the road, one is to serve those five families like a dog, then what is the point of cultivation?
Is it to become a dog?
Is the meaning of going through the process for the sake of the outcome that there is no significance?
“No!”
“It shouldn’t be like this!”
“It can’t be like this!”
Some people held their heads, murmuring in a daze.
Some people clutched their chests, feeling something inside becoming restive.
Helplessly looking up again at the Dao Imparting Mirror…
In the mirror, Beibei was dancing like a clown.
In front of the mirror, the Spiritual Cultivators took a long while to recognize it was a mirror.
Beibei is not the clown.
I am.
“Impossible!”
Some touched upon something; in their minds flashed “Holy Emperor,” “Position,” “Guidance,” “Forget…”
