I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4179: Chapter 1967: Betting Correctly_2

He didn’t say a word, with eyes round and wide, without any defense, he stared as the Fourth Sword came piercing down overhead.

"Sizzle!"

The vicious sword, Fourth Sword, penetrated through the skull.

A stream of blood, like jade marrow, splattered out onto the street.

Dao Qiongcang’s body straightened, shuddered twice, and then fell backward like a stiff corpse.

"Meow!"

Greedy the Cat Spirit shrunk under the broken wall with its fur bristling, claws clenched tightly, watching this bloody scene with great tension.

But after three breaths, the space cracked with a loud noise.

At Cross Corner Street, the sound of shattered mirrors exploded, and all the images fragmented, revealing the true reality.

Dao Qiongcang’s knees slammed to the ground, looking up with wide eyes, resigning himself to fate.

Xu Xiaoshou’s sword hovered over his forehead, the edge of the Fourth Sword had already pierced Dao Qiongcang’s skin, yet the ultimate strike never descended.

"Ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

On the long street under the night, only the sound of heavy breathing remained, along with an abruptly released burst of laughter.

Like a gambling dog.

...

"You won."

Xu Xiaoshou’s face was serene as he gracefully sheathed the sword.

He even shut down the Absolute Refusal ability, walked past the paper figure before him towards the deep pit.

Sizzle...

Vitality exploded within Dao Qiongcang’s body.

His physique began to rapidly heal, though this wasn’t important.

He scrambled to get up, turned his head, rolling and crawling, laughing wildly while trying to grab Xu Xiaoshou’s clothes, but failed.

"Why not kill me?"

"Ah ha, my Xu, why not kill me?"

"Could it be that when it comes to me, you just can’t bring yourself to do it?"

But in three to five breaths, Elder Dao the Flamboyant regained mobility.

He hurriedly chased after Xu Xiaoshou, circling around him several times from front to back, eyebrows dancing with delight: "Seems like I do hold some weight in your heart?"

"Teased, Passive Points, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly halted, an eyelid twitched, staring at the fellow, half-smiling:

"You’re quite capable."

"Right!" Dao Qiongcang actually nodded heavily.

While changing his torn clothes, he fastened his belt again, then took out a comb and started to tidy his disheveled long hair in front of a bronze mirror.

"But I can’t beat you; you know it too, then why not kill me?" he chased after the answer, like a child bursting with curiosity.

Xu Xiaoshou squinted his eyes slightly, watched as he finished grooming, then pulling the bronze mirror closer, wiping the remaining blood off his face.

He shook his head silently, continuing to walk towards the deep pit.

"Why, why, why?"

Dao Qiongcang persisted, chasing from behind as though he wouldn’t relent without an answer today.

Xu Xiaoshou stopped once more, looked at the flamboyant fellow who had tidied himself up as if nothing had happened in just ten breaths, and said:

"Dao Qiongcang, let’s cooperate."

"Oh?" Dao Qiongcang’s eyebrows shot up high, "You clearly don’t trust me, why suddenly willing to cooperate with me?"

"If false benevolence can be maintained for a lifetime, then it is true benevolence." Xu Xiaoshou resumed walking.

Dao Qiongcang’s eyes brightened at the words and hurriedly followed: "My Xu, how could I betray you? Since we share the intention to cooperate for a lifetime, you and I are kindred spirits!"

"You and I are both selfish people."

"Yes! But among cultivators, who isn’t selfish? Distrust between us doesn’t affect the cooperation relationship, does it?"

"Hopefully not."

"If we unite against external forces, twist into a single rope..." Dao Qiongcang flipped his hand, somehow producing a bundle of rope, stretched it, showing its lingering strength, "see, it doesn’t break!"

Xu Xiaoshou took the rope, gently pulled with both hands, and with a sizzle, the bundle split into two.

He stopped, turned his head, holding the broken rope in both hands, silently raising it.

"You’re being ridiculous!" Dao Qiongcang snorted with disdain, "I have no such thoughts anyway, don’t judge a gentleman by a petty mind."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, resumed walking, speaking as he went: "I’ve heard you’re not a vindictive person."

"Mm hm, I always repay grudges and forget them overnight; former matters will never be brought up again."

"Then today, I almost killed you. This grudge, how do you plan to repay it?"

"Is this a grudge?" Dao Qiongcang’s expression exaggerated, gesturing with both hands, "A grudge is a grudge, hate is hate, probing is probing, vying is vying, exactly what is what, debating endlessly, young man, I’ve cultivated longer than you, I grasp these things clearer than you!"

"So are you planning to let me go?"

"Ah, ha ha..."

Dao Qiongcang dryly laughed twice, seeming to stop and go as he spoke, truly to the extreme and deliberately.

Xu Xiaoshou continued his pace, discarding the two bundles of rope, and from the Apricot Realm, retrieved the Cursed Yin Puppet, tossing it to Elder Dao the Flamboyant.

"Wow!"

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly supported it with both hands, carefully examined it.

No traces of Great Path of Will, no hidden branding of various backhand tactics, nor any transfer of power; this Cursed Yin Puppet was genuinely real.

"My Xu, you’re too good to me, boo hoo..."

Dao Qiongcang sobbed and wiped tears, pinching spells and imprinting marks into the Cursed Yin Puppet, closely following Xu Xiaoshou’s steps:

"Actually, it was just misspeaking before; I know where I was wrong, yet had no chance to confess to you."

"I wanted the Cursed Yin Puppet, not to really seize a thing that could balance you, but simply to imprint more marks on the Cursed Yin."

"Let me put it this way, the Body of Devour, the Cursed Yin wants to seize, but I will stop him, he can’t succeed."