I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3744: Chapter 1813: Seizing the Sword

Compared to the 21 Famed Swords, the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos consist of only five!

Compared to the Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles known only to a few within the ancient swordsman circle, the previous sword-bearer of the Cang Godhood Sword, Rao Yaoyao, was renowned throughout the world!

Though this does not necessarily make the Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles inferior to the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, since both are famed swords of equal standing.

However, everyone has their own scale in their hearts.

The renown of the God Sword Xuan Cang far surpasses that of any of the lower-ranked swords among the 21 Famed Swords.

It’s just that...

"Wasn’t the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang lost after Sword Saint Rao fell in battle? I heard that Hallmaster Dao searched for half a year without finding any trace."

"Did Rao Yaoyao never gain the recognition of Xuan Cang in her entire life, if I remember correctly? She only held it briefly; it was borrowed, and now this young man..."

"Who is he? A Sword Deity? With the demeanor of a Sword Deity? He looks too young, doesn’t he? Is he even sixteen? Did he obtain Xuan Cang? Did he gain its recognition?"

Skeptical voices arose from all corners of the tavern.

All eyes fell on the young man being scrutinized by Cheng Xie, primarily focusing on the long sword behind him.

"Is that the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang?"

The sword was wrapped in a sealing belt, making it impossible to discern its full appearance, save for the hilt.

Very few have seen what the God Sword Xuan Cang looks like, and who can recognize just a hilt?

Cheng Xie could recognize it.

He had been watching this young man for a while.

After communicating with his higher void companions to confirm that this was neither a demi-saint incarnation nor a young master playing tricks, he stepped forward.

Cheng Xie’s gaze was fixed on the young man, his expression extremely complicated.

On one hand, his Cheng family had long suffered under the Saint Servant.

Simply guarding the Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles required a vast expenditure of resources each year, hiring three demi-saint combatants to cooperate with the Cheng family’s demi-saint patriarch to protect the family.

He was well aware of the saying, "an innocent person holding a treasure invites disaster," and he fully empathized with the fear of being targeted by wolves and tigers.

But on the other hand, it was intolerable for him to see Xuan Cang after having put himself in the shoes of the opposite youth and do nothing.

After all, this was the God Sword Xuan Cang!

Yet who was this young man?

Cheng Xie racked his brains but could not reach a conclusion, unable to figure out the youth’s name.

Many in the ancient swordsman circle were renowned worldwide, yet this youth, aged seventeen according to his bone age, was unknown. Why was he the one to obtain Xuan Cang?

Rao Yaoyao couldn’t protect Xuan Cang, and he couldn’t sleep soundly while taking the Dual Needles out, so why can this youth parade around with the Godhood Sword?

Cheng Xie even searched for a long time to see if there was any higher void or demi-saint guards backing this youth, but the answer was none.

Envy?

Jealousy?

Hatred?

Cheng Xie questioned himself and couldn’t directly express his mixed emotions. In the end, he only knew two words:

"Unworthy!"

In the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos, four swords belong to Lord Shou, while the Taicheng Sword belongs to Master Siren and the Supreme Emperor Sword to Sword Deity Bei. These are all Sword Deity level and naturally intimidating, not enough to incite envy.

Even the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, during its last appearance, was associated with notable figures like:

Bazhun’an, You Yuan Buddha, Hallmaster Dao.

All were prestigious and fearsome!

Yet now, this insignificant person, absent from the Sword Deity battles and lacking any notable past accomplishments—even blank!

How could he be worthy of bearing the God Sword Xuan Cang?

It’s like a toad managing to eat swan meat, a vagabond desecrating a fairy from the heavens. What’s the difference?

If there’s even a trace of chivalrous spirit in his chest, how could an ancient swordsman overlook such an event?

Cheng Xie, well-taught and of excellent bearing, managed to contain his internal discontent but still released a bit of Sword Will to suppress the surrounding unrest.

He didn’t allow anyone to take advantage of the chaos to attack the youth and seize the Xuan Cang. His eagle eyes scanned the area, driving away all restlessness before he calmly made a gesture of respect and asked:

"How should I address you?"

Xiao Wanfeng only felt pressure looming in from all directions like a massive tide—not exactly fear, but rather helplessness.

He was a person who liked peace and quiet.

Practicing swordsmanship was done silently, traveling the road was done alone.

The last time he garnered such attention was when Young Master Xu forced him onto the Heaven Geomantic Arena’s competition platform, where he was coerced into taking first place.

That was the most ostentatious moment of his life.

However, obtaining Xuan Cang’s recognition inevitably brings attention from across the five regions, a psychological preparedness that Xiao Wanfeng had long made.

After a long sigh, without showing any fear, he silently cursed Xuan Cang in his heart, clasped his fists in salute, and responded calmly:

"First Pavilion in the Sky, Xiao Wanfeng."

Following the end of the Divine Relics, encountering Hallmaster Dao in the Feng Family City in the Southern Region, rescued by Young Master Xu, and even being granted the Apricot Realm jade talisman.

Xiao Wanfeng came to understand that he couldn’t avoid his affiliation with First Pavilion in the Sky.

But it’s better this way, even continuing to serve as a mere server there was preferable to being secretly monitored by Hallmaster Dao at all times.

He didn’t mind his identity being revealed to outsiders, since he had gained recognition from Xuan Cang, and thus feared nothing in this world.

Little did he expect that upon these words, silence fell all around.

Who Xiao Wanfeng was, eight or nine out of ten present didn’t recognize, and the remaining few thought it was a made-up name.

But "First Pavilion in the Sky," that name truly resonated!

Even Cheng Xie’s aura slightly faltered, his eyebrows raised high: "First Pavilion in the Sky?"

He expressed skepticism.

It seemed too coincidental.

He had just approached this person intending to start trouble, and he turned out to be associated with a faction established by Lord Shou, the second-in-command saint servant.