I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3911: Chapter 1874: Drunk on Wine (Part 2)

"All is ready, only The Divine is missing; he’s unexpectedly calm at this moment."

The Thousand-Handed Seamstress covered her mouth with a laugh and her body subtly softened, exhibiting a shy demeanor:

"He might be quite heated right now~"

The Five Domains Spectator almost vomited last night’s dinner.

Is Cross Corner Street really this disgusting? Just looking at these characters appearing, each one seems difficult to deal with.

In comparison, North Street’s Liu Guifen, Wu Siniang, East Street’s Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Lei Xi’er, seem too normal.

At least, they are human!

"Don’t target my Xi’er."

"Damn it, Thousand-Handed Demoness, and that mummy man, get back, back, back."

"Oh heavens, I’m worried to death. Lei Xi’er, quickly hide behind the Five Decays of Heaven and Man; let that orange decay person handle this, decay person isn’t considered human."

Yan was reasonable.

At this moment, the stances of the five domains were astonishingly unified.

Not a single one sided with the monsters of East, South, West, or North Street; all sided with Lei Xi’er alone, without reason.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man indeed could handle things, taking a step forward, standing out:

"The Divine has some matters to attend to and said he would arrive in an hour."

"In the meantime, for any profit loss incurred due to the waiting, this old man here apologizes to fellow Daoists in advance."

With that, he attempted to bow.

The scene shook at light speed, then blurred completely.

The preacher Zhang Xing at Cross Corner Street, who was originally facing Five Decays of Heaven and Man for a shot, suddenly became a side view, the distance expanding by about a hundred zhang.

As Zhang Xing moved further, the scene naturally shrank.

From a distance, within a hundred zhang radius near the spatial vortex, not a single figure remained; all had vanished.

Even the Thousand-Handed Seamstress who was posing just now, along with the Southern Region’s mummy man and his nine incarnations, all soared into the sky.

"Five Decays senior, please don’t crush us..."

The Thousand-Handed Seamstress stood in the void, her face full of lingering fear.

Half-saints couldn’t enter Cross Corner Street, but rules are dead, people are alive.

Real half-saints couldn’t enter, but there were always mischievous antics, like Five Decays of Heaven and Man who sanctified using the Blood World Pearl as a pseudo-saint.

She was a pseudo-saint, and so was the South Street ruler mummy man, only the methods differed.

But being pseudo-saints, their combat strength might not differ much; in terms of eeriness and horror, no one thought they could defeat the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Who dared to accept a bow from Five Decays?

Five Decays of appearance, uninvited!

"Heh heh heh..."

Five Decays of Heaven and Man snickered eerily.

Half-bowed clearing, he crossed his hands behind his waist, without revealing any Holy Power fluctuations, cleared his throat and said:

"Since no one opposes, then let’s wait, shall we?"

...

"What is The Divine doing?"

Everyone in the five domains grew curious.

Even Hua Changdeng at the Spirit Lake stone table couldn’t help but speculate, though with that guy’s brain, he shouldn’t manage any scheming...

"Brother Hua, you’re lost in thought."

The wind over the lake grew piercing, making one shiver.

Hua Changdeng returned to his senses, looking at Bazhun’an whose hair was slightly raised, the chest favor slightly open, face wearing a hazy drunkenness, eyes sharp in cold light, seemingly reclaiming a youthful arrogance amidst his intoxication.

One cup after another, one goblet after another.

Unknown how many pots had gone down, at this point, Bazhun’an gave up the golden cup, drinking wildly straight from the jade pot.

Wine doesn’t intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves.

Hua Changdeng remained clear-headed; he needed to calmly handle all variables that arise, too many unknowns lay behind him.

In stark contrast, Bazhun’an’s current behavior seemed somewhat extreme.

He truly seemed to be using himself as someone’s pawn, heading towards an ultimate direction, leaving no way back.

The game is over.

The Path of the Ancient Swordsman has reached its conclusion.

Everything is clear, yet for the current state of the two, the improvement is negligible.

To mutually reinforce, stepping further upward, there’s a question that can’t be avoided regardless.

"I!"

The wind hastened.

Bazhun’an slammed the jade pot in his hand heavily onto the stone table, wine splashing from the mouth, the spout.

This unusual sound immediately pulled everyone from the five domains back from their waiting at Cross Corner Street.

In white attire, Bazhun’an intoxicated, standing upright with a voice, his footsteps staggered.

Stumbling two steps, he bent his waist, supported himself on the Spirit Lake stone table, leaning downward.

After drunken eyes briefly closed, staring at Hua Changdeng for a long time, he sighed, speaking intermittently:

"Brother Hua, I’ve sought the path for over thirty years..."

With this statement, spectators across the five domains burst into laughter.

"Bazhun’an has drunk too much!"

"Isn’t it so, he hasn’t stopped from start to finish. That’s over thirty pots by now. He doesn’t have spiritual source or spiritual strength to sober up, so getting drunk is normal."

"But without spiritual source or spiritual strength, how can a mortal withstand over thirty pots? I think Bazhun’an is holding it in, he’s about to burst!"

"A relief, Spirit Lake is all water, for him, Bazhun’an, one soak doesn’t make a difference; let big sister see Little Bazhun’an..."

Unlike the light atmosphere among outsiders, people around Spirit Lake clearly felt the change in the atmosphere.

The same Heaven and Earth in black and white, the same stone table discussions, but now the air had grown coldly sharp.

Accompanying Bazhun’an’s intoxication, the sword sealed throughout age seemed hard to hold back, about to be unsheathed.

"Over thirty years, Brother Hua!"

Bazhun’an’s eyes widened all of a sudden, white smoke rising from his head.

Suddenly his body leaned, nearly tumbling to the ground, he steadied himself, the anomaly faded, his words grew fuzzy again:

"Earlier you said... what did you say? Oh, right!"