I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3710: Chapter 1800: Losing Composure (Part 3)

"Why are you so sure it’s Qianshi?" he asked.

Yue Gongli stood up, dusting the dirt off his body, and sneered coldly: "Use your broken brain to think for yourself, even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You, a so-called Ancient Sword Cultivator, needn’t understand. If you want to go after him, then go! Go! Stuff yellow mud into your pants and crap your pants, go!"

Hua Changdeng was silent.

The current Yue Gongli only spoke to provoke people.

"You can’t kill him. He won’t let you have your way, even if he committed suicide, he wouldn’t die by your Ghost-hunting Sword. You’re worthless!" Yue Gongli pointed at him, laughing heartily.

"..."

Hua Changdeng was at a loss for words.

Yue Gongli laughed until tears came out.

He bent over, hands on his knees, and tears the size of beans fell to the ground, as if something had completely drained his energy.

After a long time, he finally lifted his head, returning a calm smile: "Yunshan Saint Emperor, junior was out of line, my apologies."

"You were quite out of line."

"But his words were really hurtful! Ever since I was young, I’ve never been scolded like that. You know, my big sister only hit me, her scolding was never that harsh..." Yue Gongli couldn’t hold his composure, the more he thought about it, the less calm he became, and his lips pursed.

Hua Changdeng said nothing.

He really didn’t want to continue with this matter.

Yue Gongli waved his hands, fiddling with the air, with his eyes, dried from tears, opened wide, exhaling continuously: "It’s past, all in the past..."

He suddenly fixed his gaze on Hua Changdeng and shifted the topic, not awkwardly: "Brother Hua, you’re going down the Stairway to Heaven to kill him, right?"

"Yes."

Yue Gongli’s expression relaxed; his wide, round eyes softened, and even his gaze turned profound. He furrowed his brows, pondering:

"You won’t be able to kill him. Below the Stairway to Heaven, there’s still a Bazhun’an in front of him."

"First kill Xu Xiaoshou, then cut down Bazhun’an," Hua Changdeng said lightly.

"You’re wrong, the sequence is wrong. Bazhun’an will tell you, he’s just a child, and he’ll stand in front."

Hua Changdeng laughed: "Maybe."

Yue Gongli’s expression turned extremely complex, and he carefully and seriously scrutinized Hua Changdeng.

From his brows to his nose, to his mouth, not even sparing the ears behind the temples; he wanted to pinch them but was avoided.

Finally, he examined Hua Changdeng’s torso, arms, legs, fingernails...

and the Ghost Hunter, and copper lantern.

Hua Changdeng was unnerved by his stare: "What are you doing?"

Yue Gongli shook his head vigorously, not saying a word, but he took out three copper coins from his sleeve and tossed them into the air.

He caught the coins, glanced at them, then tossed them again.

Catching, glancing, tossing again.

This back and forth six times.

Hua Changdeng thought he was having a fit, treating himself like Dao Qiongcang, because only Dao Qiongcang would divine this way. He chuckled and said:

"So, what divination did you come up with for me?"

Yue Gongli didn’t understand the intricacies of it. The coin throwing was just a formality; the words he wanted to say he’d already formulated in his heart:

"Brother Hua, take my advice, don’t go."

Hua Changdeng smiled without responding, knowing that even Yue Gongli must have known the answer to this inquiry was impossible.

"You’ll die."

Yue Gongli opened his hand to show the coin divination, two heads and one tail.

Hua Changdeng glanced and said: "Minor Yin."

Dao Qiongcang loved researching these things the most. When a few people gathered to play in their youth, he’d explain his "Divine Secret". Later, everyone lost interest, and he talked less about it.

Hua Changdeng only understood the basics, missing the adult layers, returning to childhood, and then speaking lively: "Does Minor Yin represent my death? Then, your Divine Secret practice isn’t too shabby, Moon Fox."

Yue Gongli put away the copper coins.

His basis for calculating the Death Divination was never the coins, nor the nonsensical Divine Secret, but rather insight, the profound understanding of the big picture by a smart person, true insight:

"Don’t go, listen to my words."

"I insist on going."

"You’re a waste! A worthless dog! Woof woof woof..."

"Between him and me, a battle is destined." Hua Changdeng ignored his barking, looked at the sky, murmuring: "Three days from now?"

With a bang, Yue Gongli slammed the three copper coins heavily onto the ground, creating a big pit, and turned away.

Hua Changdeng watched him leave.

Yue Gongli abruptly turned around again, rushed to him, pointed at his nose, and shouted: "Worthless dog! You pathetic Yunshan dog!"

Hua Changdeng laughed.

Yue Gongli paused, then laughed too, hands on his hips, laughing heartily.

As he laughed, his vision blurred a bit, and he felt weak again, finally collapsing on the ground, gasping for air as if he were sick.

He lifted his head, looking up at the towering Hua Changdeng, pointed at the blurry and crystalline sky above his head, and shouted:

"Brother Hua, there’s someone above your head too!"

"No," Hua Changdeng looked down at him, slowly shaking his head, his voice gentle.

"There is Godhood!"

"That I know."

"You know nothing, Cao Yihan doesn’t even dare move forward, what kind of hero are you trying to be? Ancient swordsman, pressing forward with indomitable will? Ha... ha snort." Yue Gongli laughed like a pig.

Hua Changdeng held the copper lantern without tightening his grip, his hand on the Ghost Hunter without applying force, he looked up at the sky of Wurao, his expression calm, gaze consistently serene and focused, he softly said:

"The Path, is to be seized."