I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4130: Chapter 1951: Possession

"Meow~"

At Cross Corner Street, amidst the sound of pouring rain, echoed the cry of a cat from the far end of the long street.

Before long, a graceful little cat emerged from the hazy rain, eyes bright and sharp.

The fluffy little white cat was completely unfazed by the torrential downpour, as if someone was crying on its behalf.

"Moo, remember, don’t grow big, keep your presence low. If a fight breaks out later, help me keep an eye on his eyes. You’re out here just for this purpose, so don’t forget."

"Meow!"

"Moo, he’s quite like you: one Three Loathsome Eyes, one Three Tribulation Eyes, a Body of Devour, and of course, other miscellaneous features like a Body of Decay, an Immortal Body, Cursed Yin secret technique, and Blood World Pearl. He also possesses the Life Path and Reincarnation Path... Well, I don’t know exactly what type he is, but anyway, I can’t transcend the tribulation now and will avoid his Three Tribulation Eyes. If I’m accidentally controlled by the transfer hole, help me out; I can handle the rest myself."

"Meow meow!"

"Moo, don’t worry. If he dares to attack you, I’ll seize the opportunity to attack him. If he controls me, you help break the control. Our Greedy Xu combination forms a pincer attack, unstoppable... Ghost beast host bodies that can be separated, Bei Huai has never seen such a thing—just a frog in a well, nothing to be feared."

"Meow?"

"Moo, don’t worry, I’m just crying now. If things don’t go well later, either it’ll be your turn to cry, or Jin Ren’s turn. In any case, his abilities are odd but not unsolvable... Trust me, it’s not a big deal, I’m quite strong right now."

Following the little cat out of the rain veil stepped a figure of a young man in black.

At this moment, under the great array’s cover, all traces vanished from Cross Corner Street.

The person traveled light, with only a cat in front and a sword in hand, nothing else remained.

The spiritually vibrant black sword twisted its body while the person and the cat communicated, as if there were lice on its body, or perhaps it was just sobbing.

Sadly, the sword had no hands to catch lice or wipe away tears; it could only grieve with the heavens.

"We’ve arrived."

A soft call.

The white cat, Greedy the Cat Spirit, halted its steps, its neck and back slightly arched, appearing very tense.

Hidden Bitter also ceased twisting because it had been instructed beforehand. What exactly that thing could amalgamate into at the end, even the well-informed sword-bearer wasn’t sure.

"Pitter-patter..."

The heavy rain fell, hitting the orange figure lying not far on the ground.

Xu Xiaoshou extended his hand, ripples of water blasting open in his palm, resembling the ceaseless, undulating stormy seas.

Yes, he had entered the game.

He had certainly undergone numerous meaningless ideological struggles, weighed the pros and cons, and feared that advancing too soon might waste all previous efforts.

But after much deliberation, he convinced himself with only one answer:

"Is winning without gaining anything still a win?"

Ye Xiaotian escaped from four-hill mountain, the Medicine Ancestor was returning to zero, Cursed Yin was turning into a seed, the whole world oblivious.

Xu Xiaoshou, with his Will Dao Disc at the Extreme Realm, saw through it.

He chose not to delve into it, not wanting to alert the enemy.

What happened in four-hill mountain, one didn’t need to look inside. Clever people could deduce with just a bit of thought.

It was likely that the Ghost Buddha fell, and when the sword tower arrived, the Demon Ancestor’s Spirit attacked four-hill mountain.

For what?

The Holy Palace only had two Holy Emperors left; there was nothing lucrative to offer.

However, rumors said the source of the first-generation Holy Ancestor was split into two, one in the Holy Divine Palace, one in the Holy Palace.

The sacred mountain was shattered, Xu Xiaoshou hadn’t found that half of Holy Ancestor’s source, thinking it was just a rumor.

Now, if the Demon Ancestor had set its eyes on the Holy Palace, the rumors were likely true.

Because only the source of the first-generation Holy Ancestor was enough to catch its attention, worthy of the trouble, using the Holy Palace Array as a base to stealthily carry out some despicable deeds before the Medicine Ancestor returned to zero.

Xu Xiaoshou had no interest in the source of the Holy Ancestor.

To disrupt the Demon Ancestor’s scheme now, its wrath could only be shouldered by him alone.

It would be akin to breaking to the surface from underwater, exposing his weakness to the Medicine Ancestor, too reckless.

Moreover, Cursed Yin wasn’t completely dead yet, and Dao Qiongcang seemed to be plotting. The initiative should never fall into the hands of these two treacherous individuals.

Since a direct battle was unlikely, the concealed nature of the Holy Palace Array presented Xu Xiaoshou with an opportunity.

If the Demon Ancestor engaged in petty schemes, why couldn’t he do the same?

Copy the array and arrange it at Cross Corner Street, what about that?

"Bei Huai..."

Through the rain, staring at the orange figure in the distance, Xu Xiaoshou felt mixed emotions.

As for the Night Guardian, he had searched for a while but found no trace.

As for the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, someone he barely knew, why had they repeatedly helped him on Abyss Island? Xu Xiaoshou had pondered but found no answer.

He had speculated but could never be certain.

Now, the mask of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man cracked, revealing the upright spirit of the Red Coat Night Guardian, but the face was no longer purely that of the Night Guardian...

It was expected.

But not entirely reasonable.

Yet if all impossibilities combined with Bei Huai, the madman, it all seemed understandable.

"How much is left?"

Rain slapped against his face, cold and chilling.

This calamity of the Night Guardian could be assisted little by outsiders.

From start to finish, it seemed he was within Bei Huai’s calculations, including the current possession phase.

If Night Guardian couldn’t resist, then his journey might merely end in a farewell.

If he could resist just a little...