I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3237: Chapter 1640: With empty sleeves and a fulfilled intent, the hexagram of Decrease is now fully resolved

The Arena fell silent.

Suddenly, Yue Gongli reacted, his face turning the color of a liver.

"Dao Nitian, who are you making veiled insinuations at?"

"Why not speak plainly? Is there a blade that could quickly stab me and be done with it, instead of beating around the bush?"

"Brother-in-law, I..."

Yue Gongli hurriedly turned around, anxiously looking at Xu Xiaoshou's belly.

The force of this thrust was too great.

Anyone born from a demi-saint family should know what it means to pass the "Truth-seeking" test.

It means absolute loyalty!

It means being willing to sacrifice everything for the inheritance of the aristocratic family—whether kinship, friendship, or love!

What does this represent?

Yue Gongli knew all too well what this represented in the eyes of outsiders—it was completely contrary to the philosophy of this generation's Ten High Nobles!

At this moment, Yue Gongli almost saw the god of death reaching out to him, while the God of Life was trying to sow the seeds of wisdom into his brain...

But his quick thinking was really no match for Hallmaster Dao.

At a loss and deeply worried, he finally decided to explain while thinking about what to explain.

But he saw Xu Xiaoshou casually wave his hand and say indifferently:

"Your brother-in-law has left."

Yue Gongli felt like he had punched cotton, staggering on the spot like a fool.

The explanation, whose content even he himself did not know once it slipped out, reached his throat only to be swallowed back down.

He bowed his head, swaying a few times, tugging at the corners of his mouth, unable to make a sound.

After a while, he scoffed at himself.

"Heh..."

"What am I thinking about?"

He is Bazhun'an!

Not everyone is a scoundrel like Hallmaster Dao.

If Bazhun'an decided not to harm himself from the beginning, how could it be possible that he would waver because of a few words from Hallmaster Dao?

There's nothing in this world that could shake his resolve but only one person, and all these years, there has been only that one time.

What am I?

In his eyes, do I even deserve to be given the time to retract and backpedal?

"After more than thirty years, he still hasn't learned to look someone straight in the eye..."

Yue Gongli clenched his fist tightly and then released it quickly.

The relief of surviving the calamity, mixed with the indignation of being ignored and neglected, came flooding in—it was clear that the position he stood in was unbearably cold, but compared to these people...

For a brief moment, Yue Gongli was overwhelmed with emotions, unsure of what expression to make.

But this successor of the Holy Emperor was highly cultivated and quickly managed his complex emotions, bowing to Xu Xiaoshou's belly:

"Thank you, brother-in-law, for sparing my life."

He then looked up at Xu Xiaoshou's cold gaze:

"Thank you, Lord Shou, for showing leniency."

He turned around, glancing back at Dao Nitian, whom he wished could be slashed a thousand times, mouth opening with tears brimming in his eyes:

"Thank you, Brother Dao, for letting me off the hook!"

...

Hallmaster Dao showed no expression.

At this moment, he had completely separated from Cao Erzhu's body.

With a flick of a card, he released his physique and returned to it, and the puppet came to life, full of spiritual quality.

Even so, his facial expression, now as lifelike as any other person, was stiffer than stone at this moment.

His eyes were downcast, and it was unclear what he might be contemplating.

Yue Gongli bowed to him, extremely respectful.

His gaze followed from the chest to the neck to the ribs and back over the head and then to the chest again.

Yue Gongli's soul body felt a cold shiver down his spine, as if walking on thin ice.

After they rose, their eyes met again, tears streaming down his face like rain, while he remained in deep contemplation.

They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity...

Finally, Hallmaster Dao's mouth twitched into a smile, and he reached out to pinch the cheek of the soul body in front of him, then patted his face, laughing heartily:

"Just a joke, Brother Yue, why take it so seriously?"

"We are like brothers, intimate friends to each other; would I really want to kill you?"

Yue Gongli stepped back half a step, his face twitching as he wiped it, forcing out a stiff smile: "Haha, Brother Dao..."

"Dirty, aren't I?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Yue Gongli quickly caught on and put down his wiping hand, laughter sounding almost tearful: "Ahaha, no, not at all..."

"It's dirty, use a handkerchief to wipe it."

Hallmaster Dao shook his head and chuckled, elegantly pulling a handkerchief from his chest pocket and handing it over, then suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Look at me, I almost forgot to help you reshape your body."

Yue Gongli's pupils shook, and he repeatedly gestured that there was no need, his soul body expressing strong opposition.

Without further ado, Hallmaster Dao cast the Great Protection Spell, and after a while, a simple physique was reshaped for Yue Gongli.

"Th-thank you, Brother Dao..."

"The handkerchief."

"No need, really..."

"It's dirty."

"Not at all! It's really not dirty!"

"Take it."

"No need, really no need..."

Hallmaster Dao's smile faded.

Yue Gongli shuddered with fear, snatched the handkerchief with a smack, folded it solemnly, and without daring to wipe, clenched it in his palm behind him.

"Thank you, Brother Dao."

...

Zzzt!

Cao Erzhu felt as if something zapped him, suddenly shuddering.

He looked at Hallmaster Dao, who was just smiling without a word.

Then back at his own body, which still held a subtle smile after offering to give Bazhun'an a piece of advice and then froze in place.

For the first time, Cao Erzhu felt that he looked so repellent, even scarier than his father!

"This guy with the surname Dao, every word he says, every action he takes seems normal, but why does it make people feel so uncomfortable?"

Cao Erzhu felt that Uncle Yi's approach was right; he shouldn't have popped his head out just because of Sister August.

Those who caught the eye of "Uncle Dao" never ended well!

"Erzhu, come here."

He had just flashed the thought in his mind when Cao Erzhu shivered, as Hallmaster Dao was beckoning to him.