I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3651: Chapter 1778: Return (Part 2)

"Naturally, thought and name are not the same path."

"Then, when disregarding thoughts and restoring the name, what the ancient swordsman needs to do may not be to contemplate the integration of thought and name, but to attempt to return to its origins."

The only one keeping up with the rhythm on-site seemed to be the woman who posed the question. She asked again, "What is meant by returning to its origins?"

Elder Yang smiled and said, "Seeing the mountain as a mountain, seeing the mountain as not a mountain, seeing the mountain still as a mountain."

At that time, Matchmaker Hong was utterly confused.

After all, she was the only non-ancient swordsman present at the master class, yet the power of the Spirit Crystal was invincible.

After class, she couldn’t persuade Elder Yang to give her a private session, so she engaged the woman who asked deeply insightful questions.

The woman said, "If thought and name are not of the same path, then the concept of ’above the sword cognition’ may inherently be wrong; it should be said to be ’above the name’. "

Above the name... Matchmaker Hong’s heart trembled, feeling as if she were listening to a heavenly book, and the woman who seemed younger than herself chuckled softly and continued:

"Acquired Spiritual Cultivation is for spiritual energy; from Innate to higher void is for the spiritual source; above the demi-saint, one can form Holy Power."

"If you still do not understand, you may compare it to the three states of matter: gas, liquid, and solid."

"Similarly, if the name has three stages, name one is the sword cognition issued in the form of sword energy, then name two might be ’water’."

"This ’water’ is not that ’water’; it’s merely a deeper description of the level of power. Oh, it seems even harder for you to understand now..."

Matchmaker Hong only caught the gist and couldn’t comprehend the principles at all. She took out a Golden Apricot just wanting to pay a friendship fee and bumped it with the woman’s:

"Could you leave your name, sister?"

The woman’s brows and eyes were like ripples with dark shadows, her voice as pleasing as wind chimes, and she smiled charmingly and said:

"August."

...

Bang!

The cassia carriage landed heavily from its tilted state, returning to stability, and the horses at the front neighed long and loud, seemingly much startled.

Matchmaker Hong was even more so!

Name·Ten Stages Sword Point retracted.

The "water" that penetrated the Sword of Death God and the white-faced evil ghost did not disappear but lingered in the void.

At a rough glance, the clear and entangled "water" seemed to have sword light and divine path patterns within it.

Upon closer inspection, "water" is just water; it is neither a sword cognition nor anything else, just the manifestation of "essence."

But what essence of the ancient swordsman’s power can break through the power of the ancestral source—only "thought," only "name" perhaps!

"The essence of sword cognition... name..."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Sword cognition, sword energy... liquefying into water..."

At that time, Elder Yang’s words were without demonstration.

After all, it was armchair theorizing; no matter how well articulated, even the lecturer hadn’t cultivated the most basic sword cognition.

Now before their eyes, if supplemented with the words of the past... Matchmaker Hong’s beautiful eyes widened!

She couldn’t remember the principles of name.

All she could recall now in her mind was Elder Yang’s initial words: "There are three in the world who cultivate name, Baz, Xiao, Xu."

Could the person in the carriage be Bazhun’an?

Impossible, the Eighth Sword Deity is slashing ghosts with sword cognition in the Central Yuan world; her journey was precisely to meet him, yet she hasn’t!

Then, could he be Xiao Kongtong?

This is the Central Region; Senior Brother Xiao wouldn’t come, and he’s not such a sickly young master, reportedly big-mouthed?

"Could he be Lord Shou?"

At this thought, Matchmaker Hong’s delicate body shivered.

Only now did she vaguely recall.

Lord Shou’s initial appearance in the Central Region seemed also under the name "Xu Gusheng," also a sickly young master?

Even if she remembered wrong...

One Person Produces Thousands of Children!

The one in the carriage could be anyone, but he definitely has the probability of being transformed by Lord Shou, just to toy with the world!

"Swish."

At this thought, Matchmaker Hong’s eyes instantly turned red, glancing at the top right corner of the Golden Apricot’s screen at the number of viewers: one million eight hundred thousand.

This is impressive.

This is already the highest in her life.

Feng Zhongzui’s Dao imparting, even as the Emperor Zhongzui, was just seventy-eight million people.

But now, if this is truly Lord Shou appearing on her Golden Apricot screen... Matchmaker Hong’s chest heaved, breathing accelerated, she only felt that happiness was overwhelming her.

Seven or eight million?

Parroting, she could reach seven or eight million!

With Lord Shou himself present, as long as she seizes this opportunity, the descendants of Uncle Jin and Elder Fu could be arranged up to a hundred generations!

"Sizzle..."

On the cassia carriage, the Aura of the God of Death finally crumbled and faded into smoke and clouds.

Yet the hundred-foot-tall evil ghost, penetrated by the force of just a fingertip moments ago, remained bound in the void, trembling silently.

In its eyes, as large as moon discs, there was only fear, helplessness, and terror.

"Young master, the Sword Princess has returned."

In front of the carriage, Old Man Li, familiar with the task, caught the sword-holding chicken falling from the sky and handed it into the carriage.

The leisurely laughter of the young master inside the carriage was heard:

"I thought the Aura of the God of Death, stored for so long, would be so much more impressive."

"Not to mention comparing to Ai Cangsheng’s, at least it should be stronger than those comrades who died before you, right?"

"Tsk, it wasn’t."

Upon hearing this, Hong felt a heavy throb in her heart.

Ai Cangsheng...

He mentioned Ai Cangsheng again...

Still in such a casual tone, as if it was just an insignificant name...𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Hong firmly grasped the Golden Apricot, just grateful that she hadn’t been hit by that white-faced ghost’s sword earlier, the Golden Apricot hadn’t triggered the defense mechanism and exploded, shattered.

"Who on earth is this young man?"

"Indeed, how dare he profane the Emperor Cang Sheng repeatedly?"

"Don’t let this old man find him, or I’ll annihilate his entire Higher Void Family, even the elders of his clan won’t be able to protect him!"

Although cursing was still heard in the front, the spectators couldn’t contain their anger, while Hong remained focused on the front.

Ahead, as the voice paused, the carriage curtain moved, and a hand emerged, lifting the curtain - was that young master coming out?

In the scene on the Golden Apricot, among the voices of anger and rebuke, there was a slight pause as they all watched, and then the young master’s voice was heard:

"I have cultivated a name for half a year, finally obtaining something."

"However, even after searching throughout the Ghost Buddha Realm, I could only find a beast of your near-Saint Stage level to receive a fraction of my Ming Sword Skill."

"But your Aura of the God of Death is too shallow, you need your master to come..."

Finally, the curtain was lifted.

Old Man Li had already jumped off the carriage, setting up the gilded osmanthus wood ladder in front.

A figure soon emerged from the carriage, dressed in white with a black robe, adorned with pearls and jade at the waist, standing tall and graceful.

As he exited the carriage, he bent his body, holding up the robe with one hand and smoothing his hair with the other, showing only one profile.

Yet this distinct profile, this side face that had appeared countless times in the Dao Imparting Mirror at that time...

In the scene on the Golden Apricot, nearly two million people completely stopped their clamor.

When he stepped out of the carriage and turned to face the Golden Apricot, calmly stepping down the gilded osmanthus wood ladder.

The scene on the Golden Apricot completely erupted!

"Lord Shou?"

"What’s happening, am I seeing things, Lord Shou?"

"No, this guy’s got something to him, how come he looks so much like Lord Shou..."

Swish, right in front of Hong, the comments exploded, flooding her view with a dense flurry, leaving her without even a speck of sight.

This had never happened before during sermon broadcasting, but it’s terrifying, if this happened during battle...

Without a second thought, Hong chose to close the comments visualization.

And with trepidation, when her gaze refocused on the youth stepping down from the carriage and identified his identity.

"Ah——"

Hong let out a sharp, booming sound, "He, he, he..."

She "he-ed" for a long time, her tongue seemingly tied, unable to even utter the next half of the sentence.

But as a preacher, can she not even say a single word?

Hong pinched the soft flesh at the root of her thigh, twisting it hard, freeing her emotions to reckless release:

"Lord Shou?!"

The moment the words slipped out, Hong’s heart raced.

With nearly two million people watching, while meals could be eaten carelessly, words couldn’t be spoken recklessly!

This was "Lord Shou", with his popularity, one wrong word from her and she’d be overwhelmed by the Shou scholars of the five regions, plunging into an abyss of damnation.

Hong was anxious, too preoccupied to take another look at the young man, urgently reactivating the comments visualization.

In an instant, her vision was completely eclipsed, replaced entirely by an orderly queue of comments, unlike the previous doubts and curses.

In the current comment section, thousands of comments per breath managed to line up neatly without anyone’s management!

No one spoke out of turn.

No one stayed silent underwater.

Only one identical, tremendously shocking sentence passed neatly before her eyes:

"Welcome, Lord Shou!"