I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3711: Chapter 1801: Ghost Ancestor

Didn’t follow?

After running all the way, Xu Xiaoshou finally discovered that Hua Changdeng and Moon Fox had both given up the chase.

This was somewhat unexpected indeed.

"Have they thought it through?"

He thought at least those two would split up and intercept him!𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Yue Gongli really guessed wrong. Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t heading to Qianshi.

He split Jin Ren’s will into two halves, and on this final journey, he decided to take a risk.

Anyway, with death inevitable, he chose both Qianshi and Mournful.

If Hua and Yue split, one half of Jin Ren’s will would inevitably encounter Hua Changdeng, that part would naturally be abandoned directly.

But the other half would meet Moon Fox, and that allowed for some maneuvering space.

Yue Gongli, of course, was not comparable to Dao Qiongcang. How many Dao Qiongcangs are there in this world?

His talent and wisdom, Xu Xiaoshou actually acknowledged, knowing this guy never had the intention of complete opposition with him.

Should they meet again, he would give himself another chance, and Yue Gongli as well:

He would bring up the friendship fee once more.

Whether to pay the fee or board Mournful, it didn’t really matter.

Most importantly, Xu Xiaoshou planned to ally with Cold Palace Emperor Realm, except for Cold Palace Holy Emperor, to pave a way out for both himself and Yue Gongli.

Hua Changdeng would eventually descend the Stairway to Heaven.

Judging from the various attitudes of his residual intent in the Ghost Buddha realm before, once the passage opened, Hua Changdeng would not come alone.

After he descended the Stairway to Heaven, the Holy Emperor, Ancestral God, presumably would also follow.

The chaotic times were approaching.

There were Ancestral Gods, and those who desired to seal Gods and become Ancestors.

Even Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know how the subsequent chaos would unfold, Yue Gongli was certainly worried as well.

In Tingyu Pavilion, under deliberate guidance.

Xu Xiaoshou asked not only about Qianshi, Mournful, but also casually learned about the major events concerning the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor in recent years.

He heard about the matter of Yue Gongnu.

Escape from prison, loss of contact, and Yue Gongli’s attitude was to suppress the issue, preventing much discussion.

"What is he thinking?"

The answer was obvious; if Yue Gongnu escaped, one step would definitely involve meeting Bazhun’an.

By suppressing this matter, Yue Gongli showed there was still a chance in his heart for Saint Servant’s victory.

At that time, even if he couldn’t protect everything, he would use the connection through his big sister to secure part of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm.

Truly a good Young Family Master.

People have weaknesses, which are good to leverage.

In such a situation, there was no need to actively mention the friendship fee.

Just talking a bit about "cooperation" would likely align with Yue Gongli’s wishes, making him willing to proactively offer Spirit Crystals for a chance to cooperate!

"What a pity..."

It’s a pity that Yue Gongli wasn’t foolish enough to rush over and clarify things.

There was tacit understanding in their minds.

If this subject weren’t brought up, Yue Gongli would always retain half of the initiative, not entirely under control.

It’s also unfortunate how close Hua and Yue were, seemingly capable of having "heart-to-heart" discussions beyond what meets the eye.

Through the Branding left in Wu Rao Emperor Realm, seeing the scene where Yue Gongli shed tears, even Xu Xiaoshou felt touched.

This family of the Holy Emperor, fighting continuously.

Yet when it came to sentiment, they could truly talk about it, and there was indeed genuine emotion!

"Then allying with Yue Gongli to secretly undermine Hua Changdeng after descending the Stairway to Heaven seems hopeless, the two seem pretty friendly..."

"Since there’s friendship involved, perhaps allying with Dao Qiongcang would end similarly... But Elder Dao the Flamboyant is heartless, with only the Great Path in mind; the result might not be certain?"

With such thoughts and lamentations, the two halves of Jin Ren’s consciousness did not stop their steps, each heading to the next journey.

Life often doesn’t go according to plan eight or nine times out of ten.

It’s perfectly normal for events not to unfold in the most ideal way; just maintain a broad perspective.

"I’ve made a killing already."

...

Mournful Emperor Realm.

The ancient japonicum thrived lushly, growing atop the mountains, displaying a healthy dark green.

The tree branches and twigs intertwined densely, branch upon branch, leaf upon leaf, some sinking into the soil, giving rise once more to another japonicum.

A single tree, thus became a whole forest.

Bei Huai in white, stood barefoot on the earth, with no dirt or mud between his toes, clean as an Immortal, unlike the Red Dust Guest, an ethereal presence.

The entire Mournful Emperor Realm was his experimental area.

Within the encompassed range of saint’s will, he knew intimately what changes every grass, tree, flower, and stone underwent, whether withered or flourishing.

Naturally, when foreign objects or forces intervened in Mournful, it was like tossing a pebble into the sea, stirring ripples and also noticing them.

"Here he comes."

Bei Huai closed his journal, looking into the distance, a faint smile appearing on his face.

No guests came to Mournful, only enemies and Dao Qiongcang.

Last time someone came, it was Hua Changdeng with a lantern hunting ghosts, battling him for three days and nights here.

Thus, Bei Huai waived his desire to venture outside.

He wanted Greedy the Cat Spirit and couldn’t obtain it, wanted Xu Xiaoshou, but had grown too lazy to search for Xu Xiaoshou himself.

Now, the long-awaited soul fluctuation approached by itself.

Bei Huai didn’t move, smiling as he spoke to the empty space beside him:

"He’s coming, haven’t you wanted to meet him?"

Behind him, the black mist billowed, soon forming a vague black shadow, cloaked in a black robe, its entire head hidden by a large hood, a skeletal hand holding a long-handled black scythe.

"That was never my intention."

Hearing this, Bei Huai smiled still: "When skill approaches the Path, you’ll desire to meet, go and see him, don’t worry about me, this is just a fragment of conscious division, not something I fancy."

The shadow remained silent for a long while, repeating the same line:

"That was never my intention."

Bei Huai smiled without a word.

He leaned against the ancient japonicum, slowly spreading his right hand before him, his fingers crystalline like jade, his palm broad and warm, catching a dark green japonicum leaf falling from midair.