I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3749: Chapter 1814: Sword Arrival (Part 3)

The first, second, and fourth on the list of famed swords are renowned across the world, much more famous than the fourteenth-ranked Sleeve Sword and Double Needles.

"The Burial Sword Tomb also does not wish to cause more trouble," Gu Qingyi stated.

The junior brothers and sisters beside him noticed it was Xiao Wanfeng, each looking curious yet pensive, just about to say more.

Gu Qingyi reached out to stop them, slightly shaking his head.

He knew his junior brothers and sisters had some interaction with Xiao Wanfeng, but while others couldn’t see Xiao Wanfeng’s anomaly, he could detect it at a glance.

Xuan Cang’s decision was not without reason.

This young man was not weaker than anyone present.

At the Fusang Tavern, where the wind and clouds gathered, each side harbored ghostly intentions. Cheng Xie, as the person involved, was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to continue being the standout bird.

"Something’s not right..."

From a distance on a high building, Li You furrowed her dark eyebrows.

People from the Central and Eastern Regions might not be very sensitive to crises, after all, they have grown up in environments far better than those from other regions.

The Southern Region, known as the Land of Sin, where various factions are divided, a single misstep could lead to death, Li You had long developed a very keen sense towards "death."

"Sect master, what’s not right?" the Chief Elder asked.

"I don’t know, just a feeling..." Li You glanced around, "Keep looking, see if there are any more masters entering."

By stripping away appearances to see the essence, she discovered something very peculiar about Fusang—the fact that so many famed swords had gathered here in less than half a day?

"Sect master, there really is a master, look over there, but don’t look too much..." the Second Elder whispered, not even daring to point.

Li You cast a casual glance, her body suddenly shuddering, her eyelashes quivering slightly.

An unarmed, long-haired middle-aged man and a hair-pinned, grey-robed old man stood side by side, looking at the tavern from afar.

"The Voice of Nulan, Crane Sword Ting Chen."

Li You immediately focused on the famed swords on their backs, making their identities obvious:

Old Gou, Feng Tingchen!

Two of the Seven Sword Deity from the previous generation, such great figures, have also come?

Simultaneously, the two glanced sideways, causing Li You’s delicate body to tremble. These two from the Yin Ghost Sect must never be offended; she quickly bowed respectfully, refraining from further glances.

"Buzz."

In the Divine Soul Space, the Dual Form Sword Ghost Wheel Sorrow moved once more, sounding an alarm, causing Li You to turn her head immediately.

In another alley, a youth in a red coat was secretly watching Sword Immortal Wuyue in the sky from a distance.

She recognized this person, having met once through the Dao Imparting Mirror during the Five Decays of Heaven and Man while ascending Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.

"Red-clothed Lu Ke, famed sword Green Scale Ridge!"

Before having time to contemplate the relationship between Lu Ke, Green Scale Ridge, and Sword Immortal Wuyue, Li You’s spiritual senses reacted, glancing to another side.

In the dark shadow by the low wall behind the tavern, a youth with eyes bound in black cloth leaned sideways, holding a crutch, "looking" expressionlessly at the battlefield ahead.

"Saint Servant, Lei Shuangxing!"

"What he’s holding should be... the Divine-beating Crutch!"

Li You felt chills run through her body, sensing a wave of cold air surging from her core.

Based on a woman’s sixth sense, she felt as if she had fallen into an intangible jar.

"Retreat!"

With a wave of her sleeve, Li You intended to take everyone home.

The Southern Region, the Land of Sin, turned out to be the safe place. This Ghost Buddha Realm’s supposed semi-saint emperor opportunity would bring death!

"Sect Master, I have found a master too, and it’s a formidable figure."

Suddenly, a voice as coarse as a duck’s suppressed everyone’s actions.

Members of the Yin Ghost Sect looked over; it was the Third Elder.

The Third Elder was a stubby fat man with crossed eyes, full of wits, yet his strength, undoubtedly, was at the higher void.

He was pointing to the west, in the direction of the West City Gate, looking exceedingly surprised.

"Who?"

Li You intended to turn her head to look, but then decided, "Don’t bother, retreat!" Her saint’s will didn’t even move, knowing her life was more important.

The Third Elder, however, was rooted to the spot as if his feet were lead, his eyes fixed intently on the West City Gate, struggling to say:

"Bazhun’an."

Li You staggered, nearly falling from the high building upon taking off, almost becoming a slip-shod demi-saint.

"Who?"

She incredulously spoke again, her beautiful eyes hurriedly looking towards the West City Gate.

"It seems it truly is him..."

The Third Elder took a deep breath, pressing down his astonishment, "Eight fingers, a scar on the neck, the Eighth Sword Deity has come too!"