I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4389: Chapter 2035: Suicide

"Alright, Cursed Yin... Master."

Xu Xiaoshou quickly composed himself, realizing it was a crucial time to use manpower, and he’d tease later.

He pointed at the tail connecting the two of them, assuming a serious expression for business: "Cursed Yin Treasure should have seen by now, this robbing path is not essentially for saving people."

"Hmph!" Little Cursed Yin scowled but didn’t bother to haggle over these trivial titles with this guy, "Robbing path."

"Indeed, it is precisely robbing path."

Entering the Venerable Extreme Slash Space, respect was for the fame laid down by the Ancestral God before his life, but should Xu Xiaoshou desire, he could force his way.

He didn’t do so, showing Cursed Yin a bit of face:

"Time is of the essence, Cursed Yin Treasure, you still have some Phantom Swords Technique left, I must first plunder a bit to know, in order to formulate the next plan of action."

"But rest assured, my ’robbing path’ differs from the usual meaning, only borrowing your insights, won’t lead to your demise, rather it’s more fitting to say ’borrowing path.’

Cursed Yin remained silent, pondering why Xu Xiaoshou’s progress was so swift, could it be due to this robbing path mustache.

Xu Xiaoshou pointed towards the War Ancestor in the first Kan Position still laughing thunderously, and then opened the scene of the external Hua Medicine battle to share with Cursed Yin, saying:

"I’ve ’borrowed’ from War Ancestor’s War Dao, aiding me to cultivate the Body Dao long river, and then borrowed Sword Deity Hua’s Spirit Path, aiding me to cultivate the Spirit Dao long river."

"Both of them are still alive, which is the best proof, Cursed Yin Treasure should hear, I bear no ill will."

Through the Resuscitator’s perspective, Cursed Yin once again witnessed the world’s changes after his demise, never expecting Medicine Ancestor to also be on the verge of following in his footsteps.

The power of the robbing path mustache, he had long since discerned roughly, naturally knowing Xu Xiaoshou was not lying.

If desired, he could even replicate seventy percent of this spiritual technique of the robbing path mustache, but the only thing he couldn’t accomplish was forming the Ancestral God’s Dharma Form through the Origin True Stele.

"Come on!"

One knows one’s own status.

Cursed Yin was too aware, this time Xu Xiaoshou would truly be disappointed, given that the remaining spiritual techniques in him were scant.

The only thing still useful was his own Infinite Transformation.

"My apologies."

Xu Xiaoshou apologized but was unrelenting with his hands.

Through the robbing path mustache, he directly plundered Cursed Yin’s past memories, and Phantom Swords Technique insights.

Compared to what he obtained from the War Ancestor, this was truly small potatoes, hardly anything that could be used in the Divine Battle.

"Disappointed?"

The plundering process was so swift it took but a blink, Xu Xiaoshou immediately digested it all.

Looking at the guy’s slightly ashen face, Cursed Yin sneered with pride:

"You’ve already molded a wisp of my Infinite Transformation, yet you still chase after Phantom Swords Technique insights, Cursed Yin secret technique."

"Xu Xiaoshou, I can only say, you are too lost in trivial pursuits."

Xu Xiaoshou bowed his head, looking at the small baby before him.

The little fellow took small, waddling steps, chuckling lightly, filled with confidence, utterly disregarding Saint Xin:

"What Saint Xin acquired was merely Cursed Yin’s past insights and spiritual techniques."

"And your robbing path mustache, as Cursed Yin predicted, should be able to, through ’connection,’ promptly gain the insights of my current self, right?"

Xu Xiaoshou’s brow twitched, vaguely understanding Cursed Yin’s meaning: "Exactly."

"Isn’t that perfect then?" Cursed Yin clapped six hands, all spread open, "What is this moment’s Cursed Yin thinking?"

He pinched no spell.

Nor was there the slightest trace of the Phantom Swords Technique coursing through him.

Just like an ordinary little baby, standing amidst a surging crowd, a plain thought flitted through his mind.

No more, no less!

Through the robbing path mustache, Xu Xiaoshou could catch Cursed Yin’s thought at that moment:

"Art as conveyance, incantation as heart’s key, connected Dao forms array’s momentum, pillar steady and opens Ruins’ gate, heart’s gate with one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred Forbidden spells, stored at rest, unleashed in motion, strikes like a flood, flows like a waterfall, defeats ten thousand paths, swallows the Great Thousand."

"This is, a Magic Dog Meal."

That turned out to be the origin of Cursed Yin’s secret technique, a Magic Dog Meal!

Not just the incantation, but even how to lay the groundwork, how to gather force, how to deploy, all was crystal clear.

On the basis of his own spiritual techniques’ Super Taoization, with a simple thought from Cursed Yin there, Xu Xiaoshou could instantly execute it, with zero delay.

"This..."

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes lit up, completely grasping Cursed Yin’s intent.

Phantom Swords Technique, strong?

Certainly strong!

Therefore, after stealing seventy percent of the Phantom Swords Technique, Saint Xin too could be very strong!

However, even if Saint Xin stole a full hundred percent of the Phantom Swords Technique, could she surpass Cursed Yin, the creator of spiritual techniques, in usage?

The answer is obviously no!

And I need only connect through the robbing path mustache with Cursed Yin, bringing Cursed Yin along in battle, unravel what’s elusive, solutions conjured upon impasse by Cursed Yin’s vision, me casting to resolve.

This is equivalent to an external brain, a Cursed Yin brain specialized in spiritual techniques·full power edition!

If Saint Xin dared to perform her arts before me, caught off guard...

Full-status Xu Xiaoshou, coupled with Cursed Yin’s Infinite Transformation brain, equals a full-strength return to zero Cursed Yin birth, able to cast any technique.

The Sui Sect dabbling in techniques, wouldn’t Saint Xin be nothing more than a destined clown?

"Comprehended?"

Little Cursed Yin lifted three chins, arrogance written in his eyes.

"Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but clap repeatedly.

This little Cursed Yin is more adorable the more one looks at it, irresistibly lovable.

He wanted to pick it up and smooch it, yet recalling that this little one is actually an adult, thought better of it.

"If Saint Xin dares to show face, she’ll surely have no return." Cursed Yin flaunted dominantly, with an extremely nasal voice.