I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 2752: Saint God and Sacred Slaves Gathered in One Hal (2)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Not just the people in the inn were surprised.

Lei Shuangxing abruptly lifted his bamboo hat and visibly moved.

“Lord Shou once fought with me on Qingyuan Mountain. He was indeed a bit weaker, but there’s something he said that holds…” Dao Qiongcang paused and flicked his long sleeves, transforming into a performer as he sang, “My flesh and blood are weak, Heaven’s secrets soars…”

People outside the door shivered and some left due to the unpleasantness of the voice. “D*mn it, that’s awful.”

“Are you serious?”

Lei Shuangxing could no longer stay calm and stood up.

If Dao Qiongcang wasn’t here because of the Struggle for the Great Path, it was very likely he had come to build a good relationship.

“Don’t you believe me?” Dao Qiongcang stopped acting and turned to Gou Wuyue, pinching his fingers.

Pop, pop, pop!

His fingertips moved swiftly, producing a dazzling golden light.

Finally, he pointed towards the distance, and the golden light soared towards the Jade Capital City in the Central Region.

“I’ll help you see your fortune again. You really shouldn’t be in the Southern Region, whether it’s for the Seven Sword Deity or another mission.”

“At this time, you should head to the Central Region and travel non-stop.”

“Otherwise…” Dao Qiongcang paused, drawing everyone’s curiosity, and then laughed.

“Heaven’s secrets must not be divulged.”

Riches Inn erupted again.

“D*mn it! I can’t take this!”

“Are you seriously setting this up? Still talking about Heaven’s secrets? If you reveal the heaven’s secret, I’ll reward you again!”

Dao Qiongcang shook his head repeatedly, not swayed by the offer of five buckets of Spirit Crystals. “I said the Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed. It just can’t.”

Everyone rolled up their sleeves.

Dao Qiongcang quickly changed his tune. “However, if you join my Divine Sect, I might reveal a little of Heaven’s secrets… achieving godhood is just around the corner.”

Everyone laughed again.

“Missionaries!”

“So they came to preach. I’m so angry. The Divine Sect has become quite flashy recently. Is this their way of spreading the word?”

“Not to mention, Dao Qiongcang is quite impressive. That was the genuine Finger Pinching Divination,’ right?”

“Successor of the Golden Technique Sect?”

“Who knows, who knows. My flesh and blood are weak, Heaven’s secrets reveal… Interesting…” Someone seemed intrigued.

“D*mn it! Don’t think I can’t see through you just because you’re close to me. Get lost!”

“Oh…”

The door was in chaos.

Lei Shuangxing’s spiritual senses swept over the two Saints and Sword Deity again, falling into deep thought.

Dao Qiongcang wouldn’t travel thousands of miles just to amuse himself…

But!

“But there must be a reason you’re here. Who are you waiting for? The Bazhun’an?” Dao Qiongcang suddenly spoke.

Lei Shuangxing seemed to snap out of it. “Mind reading?”

He even drew his Divine-beating Crutch, ready to act.

The Riches Inn trembled with shock. The Sword Will swept through everyone’s robes, flinging open the doors and windows.

Suddenly, Gou Wuyue stood up from the shadows. The sudden bleakness flowed like water before finally disappearing without a trace.

“Hmm?” The people in the inn were baffled, sensing that some danger had been erased.

“What is this?”

“That’s a mysterious feeling…”

“Yes! They have some skills. Two ancient swordsmen…”

“No!” Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Isn’t Lei Shuangxing the real deal?”

This voice seemed to be trying to clear up some confusion. At that moment, an excited voice came from afar, “He’s here! So it’s a troupe!”

“The Bazhun’an and the Storyteller are here. These two have been quite active lately, traveling everywhere and even coming here!”

The crowd at Riches Inn parted as if pushed by a giant hand.

Dao Qiongcang, Wei Feng, and Gou Wuyue turned to look, and Lei Shuangxing adjusted his bamboo hat, focusing on the door.

“Buzz!”

The Divine-beating Crutch was suddenly agitated.

The Voice of Nulan buzzed as well.

The effect was truly spectacular. Just as everyone was marveling, a loud laugh rang out from the distance.

“Elder Dao the Flamboyant, you were sealed as a Hallmaster for thirty years. Now that you’re free, you’ve finally entered your prime?”

“I can smell your stench from thirty miles away. It’s even more distinctive than your Innate Sword Intent!”

The crowd erupted into chatter.

When the lifelike Bazhun’an and the vivid Storyteller walked into the inn, everyone was stunned.

Lei Shuangxing lowered his head and pulled out his Divine-beating Crutch.

Dao Qiongcang’s eyes gleamed as he smiled and awaited the guest from afar.

The one-armed Gou Wuyue held the Voice of Nulan in his hand. He was truly impressive. His expression was complex, surprised, unwilling, joyful, and contemplative…

He portrayed a former friend, a Sword Deity who had lost his arm in the Struggle for the Great Path and had returned a sword because of a past gift, with great skill.

Almost everyone in the inn applauded enthusiastically!

“So this is how you preach?”

“Good, good, good. The Divine Sect… I’ll remember this name. You guys are impressive.”

The Bazhun’an strode into the inn.

In front of Dao Qiongcang, he looked nothing like the sickly figure from before.

Smiling and nodding at his arch-enemy, he then turned to Lei Shuangxing and handed him a jade talisman.

“Put everything else aside for now.”

“Contact Xuan Wuji first, then head to the Central Region. No need for the great array. Remember to hurry.”

“Dao Qiongcang is right. Jade Capital City needs you now.”

Lei Shuangxing took the jade talisman in disbelief.

But since the Bazhun’an had said so, he had to believe that Dao Qiongcang was truly helping him… It felt like a dream!