I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3942: Chapter 1885: Snow White_2

It’s all kept for self-defense, for unforeseen needs.

And at this moment, if Bazhun’an didn’t summon a sword, relying on her connection with Yue Gongnu and the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal...

At most, all that’s left is the "sword diagram" gifted by Bazhun’an, allowing temporary association with any famed sword in the world.

How could the Angry Immortal understand her intent and take the initiative to attack?

At the foot of the mountain, Yue Gongnu raised her eyes, looking far towards the peak of Lingyu.

On the sea of swords, Bazhun’an pointed and mystical, the glow of path energy in the gate burst forth in brilliant rays, stirring emotions in the five regions, but he slightly turned his head, glancing towards the unfrequented place at the foot of the mountain away from the fervor.

"Dong."

Their gaze met, like fingers gently touching, causing their hearts to momentarily stop.

Yue Gongnu’s thoughts reeled, her vision went blank, apart from that pure white figure, everything else like the sword tower’s guards, the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal, the glow of path energy... faded away.

"Little brat..."

A soft murmur from her heart, Yue Gongnu’s lips parted, yet she found she couldn’t speak, no matter what, all she could do was lock her gaze, unable to turn away.

Of course she could see...

He dressed up, not for Hua Changdeng, but in the same attire as when they first met.

Over thirty years have passed, he seemed to have grown a bit taller? Slimmer? She couldn’t see clearly...

But his beard was clean-shaven, as if to freeze time, though his eyes were visibly aged and there were lines at the corners...

Yet he didn’t look like the unkempt chief of the saint servants with a scraggly beard and dry hair in the picture from Hallmaster Dao.

Dao Qiongcang was indeed deceiving her!

He remains as he was.

No, not entirely as he was...

On his shoulders are the entire saint servants, the ghost beast of Abyss Island, paths and inheritance, his eyes can no longer hold just her.

Vision slightly blurred, little brat turned into little sixteen, little thirty-two, another him appeared on his left and right, overlapped and occasionally separated, she couldn’t see clearly, nor truly.

The slight rise of holy power evaporated the mist before her eyes, and Yue Gongnu could see little brat clearly again, perhaps he wasn’t "more," he’s still the same.

"But I’m not the same..."

Suddenly filled with panic, Yue Gongnu’s eyes dodged, realizing she wasn’t dressed properly.

Yet as she tilted her head, her eyes still locked on the person high above, she wanted to bow her head, but couldn’t, unwilling to shift her gaze because of this.

Since she left the cold prison, for half a year, Yue Gongnu has imagined countless times the scene of their meeting.

She imagined reuniting in a sea of flowers, embracing under the moonlight, encountering on a street when lights first come on...

Imagined good, and not so good.

Perhaps because of her appearance, Bazhun’an, in battle, would get distracted and was once again injured by Hua Changdeng...

She miscalculated.

None of these developments occurred!

The original plan for reality was to sneak a peek after climbing Lingyu Mountain, then meet after the battle.

Unexpectedly, she was caught at the foot of the mountain.

"In this attire..."

Yue Gongnu’s heart was in disarray, without needing to look, she could visualize her current appearance.

Rushing overnight from the Southern Underworld, dusty and fatigued.

Her clothes hadn’t been changed, the hem of her skirt was stained with blood from who knows when during the night cutting down that damned Dao Qiongcang.

"Face unwashed..."

"Hair not let down..."

"Necklace still in the jade box..."

"Jade hairpin gifted, not worn..."

"And on Da Fu Street, those rustic big jewel bracelets..."

In a moment of urgency, little brat became little sixteen, little thirty-two, with a blink, he became clear again.

In the distance, Bazhun’an laughed, with a slight upturn of the lips, subtly nodding towards her.

Suddenly, it all seemed unimportant.

The world regained its color, the howling winds, sword chants, clanging of weapons, all returned!

But what returned...

Was only these!

So, after all these years, people still become strangers.

Upon reunion, even your and my way of greeting has reduced to just a nod, hasn’t it, Bazhun’an?

Responding with a smile, her eye corner slightly bent, quickly a touch of bitterness crept into her gaze, and the lifted corner of her mouth sagged, her vision returned to blur.

The icy wind blew, lifting the disheveled hair by her forehead.

In her heart, there was still a young girl of eighteen years, tiptoeing, joyously jumping, raising her right hand in a jubilant response.

But that was in the past.

In front of Yu Zhiwen, even Li Fuyu, she couldn’t claim youth, she couldn’t do those actions again.

Yue Gongnu couldn’t tiptoe, when lifting her slender wrist, it could only reach her waist—didn’t even reach the waist, it stopped at the hip.

She subtly waved her hand, this was in imagination.

In reality, she merely let her slender fingers wave lightly twice under her sleeve, and no one would notice this was her response to his nod and smile.

Indeed!

Bazhun’an! Didn’t even see!

Yue Gongnu’s expression dimmed, she struggled to raise her hand, but it was heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to lift above her head, the highest was only her waist.

Seems at reunion, the utmost she could manage was a faint smile and a nod.

Yue Gongnu let out a breath, as if releasing all her strength, and with a slight hunch, her whole being diminished.

Her eyes lost their luster, and her delicate hands retracted, with half of her palm hidden in her sleeve.

"Cold..."

Knowing well that the sword unveils mysteries, in front of the five regions, Bazhun’an could not do much, yet still felt uneasy.

A fine Chief Saint Servant above all!

A fine, unparalleled Eighth Sword Deity!

The past, all forgotten?

Finally, as if remembering something, Yue Gongnu bit her teeth in resentment, lightly tapped her index finger, secretly flicking...but without any force, hidden in her sleeve, likely unnoticed by anyone.

In the distance, atop Lingyu Mountain.

Standing above the Sword Sea, revered by the five regions, the Eighth Sword Deity at that moment slightly tilted his head backward, as if flicked on the forehead.

Yue Gongnu was taken aback.

Bazhun’an still had movements.

As before, wrinkling his nose, with an extremely subtle motion...winking and making faces.

This is in front of the five regions!

You are the Eighth Sword Deity, you are still the Chief Saint Servant, you are unveiling mysteries—what are you doing now?

Yue Gongnu bit her lower lip.

When she saw that eyebrow twitch lightly twice more, she could no longer hold back a laugh, bursting out, turning her head away.

Not looking at you anymore.

...

"I’m angry now."

"Why are you angry?"

"To flick your forehead."

"I’ll dodge."

"You dodge me!"

"Oh dear, couldn’t dodge, got flicked..."

...

"Cluck cluck cluck—"

An untimely chicken crow interrupted the past.

Yue Gongnu almost couldn’t react; in such a solemn Lingyu battle scenario, how could there be...a chicken crowing?

She looked up.

Only to see, unbeknownst to her, Hu had circled around Buddha Sword Furious Immortal’s blockade, not confronting the sharpness.

Borrowing the guiding of the Mystical Gate Sword Ancestor’s path energy, it flashed into it, swiftly passing through.

But caught at this moment!

Suddenly, a Black Chicken leapt from the horizon with lightning speed, opened its sharp beak, and grabbed Hu!

Hu trembled wildly.

But the Black Chicken’s cross-eyed gaze sharpened, and its battle intent raged.

"Buzz!"

Silver light flashed on Hu’s sword body, calming from frenzy, leaving only a soothing moan.

Sword cognition?

Little brat!

In Yue Gongnu’s world, sword cognition meant Little brat, sword cognition represented Little brat.

Then again...

The chicken was somewhat unexpected.

But not unacceptable?

Before she could go forward to meet that Little brat Black Chicken, a clearer call rang out by her side:

"Here!"

Yue Gongnu immediately stopped in her tracks, turning her head to look.

It was a black-dressed girl in her blossoming years, black bands wrapped around her eyes, yet no longer clouded, a smile blooming.

Amidst the wind and snow, the girl slightly rose on tiptoe, lightly bouncing twice, her left hand awkwardly clutching her dress hem while her right hand raised high above her head, showing half her snow-white lotus arm, waving back and forth to greet:

"I’m here! Chicken!"

Cluck cluck cluck—

The Black Chicken’s cross-eyed gaze flicked left and right as it pecked at the sword, looking for something.

Identifying the source of the sound, it clucked twice as if laying an egg, flapped its wings, shedding three shiny black feathers.

Then, with its beak clutching the White Sword, its chicken feet tapping the void, it wobbled towards the black-dressed girl, running all the way.

Snowflakes swept across her eyes.

Yue Gongnu’s lips curled faintly.

In the snow-reflected moment, she saw two overlapping eras, as beautiful and pure as snow.

When she came to her senses, Li Fuyu had retrieved the sword, Yu Zhiwen embraced that plump big Black Chicken in front of her.

The Black Chicken was still cross-eyed, staring fixedly at her, seemingly trying to discern something, with an unusually thoughtful glint in its eyes.

"It is..." Yue Gongnu pointed at the Black Chicken.

"You mean him?"

Yu Zhiwen smiled brightly, stroking the big fat chicken’s glossy black feathers, with undeniable excitement in her voice, "Xu Xiaoshou."