I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3912: Chapter 1874: Intoxicated (Part 3)

"You say the Path of the Ancient Swordsman is trapped by the sword, the Sword Ancestor harmonizes with the Path, but can only open the profound, not attain the complete creation behind the not-yet-finished door."

"Thus, the Path of the Ancient Swordsman divides into Nine Techniques, which further evolve into the Eighteen Sword Flows. Half of the Eighteen Sword Flows are worthless, practiced... practiced, chaotic but not refined, ha, haha!"

Whether it’s Brother Shuangxing, Gu Qingyi and the rest, or Xiao Wanfeng who eventually awakens, Xiao Kongtong, or Feng Tingchen and Elder Wuyue standing at the back.

Everyone listens quietly.

Listening to Bazhun’an’s laughter.

Those were the words spoken by Sword Deity Hua Changdeng himself just now.

One could say "utterly rebellious," completely contradicting the Sword Ancestor’s path, dismissing almost half of the Nine Major Sword Techniques as worthless.

Phantom Sword Technique, Emotionless Sword Technique, Emotion Sword Technique.

In his words, in his Path of the Ancient Swordsman.

Other sword techniques can still be practiced, can communicate and integrate, but only the first level’s "Hidden Sword Technique" stands apart, incompatible.

The Hidden Sword Technique should not belong to the Path of the Ancient Swordsman!

What’s the so-called "Warming Sword," "Sword Cultivation," "Yun Sword," "Sword Enlightenment," all are beneath the first level Unsheathing Sword.

The blue surpasses the blue, inferior to the blue.

Since it couldn’t reach the height of the second stage, at most, these can only be considered as variants of the "Ancient Sword Technique," unworthy of further advancement.

The Ancient Sword Technique, akin to Spiritual Techniques in Spiritual Cultivation, such as the "Fifty-four Sword Steps" that Li Fuyu once performed.

"Is the Path of the Ancient Swordsman wrong because of this?"

Bazhun’an picked up the jade pot, turned around, and looked towards the ancient swordsmen scattered around.

No one answered.

Elder Wuyue knew that Bazhun’an’s so-called "seeking the path" for more than thirty years actually referred to the "Hidden Sword Technique."

The true meaning of the Hidden Sword Technique lies in sealing one’s sword until old age, eventually becoming a Saint.

Hua Changdeng’s words equate to denying his path.

This is the beginning of the struggle to robbing path.

Naturally, Bazhun’an should self-question and self-answer, saying "it’s not wrong."

Who would have thought, Bazhun’an took a sip from the jade pot, chuckled:

"I don’t know either..."

Everyone laughed.

Indeed, it seemed like someone going mad after drinking.

One wonders what Bazhun’an would think upon waking from his drunkenness, realizing he acted crazy in front of people from the five regions.

But he changed his tone, addressing more of the Spiritual Cultivators around Spirit Lake, his voice stern:

"Did the Path of the Ancient Swordsman err, leading to the decline of swordsmen, evolving through the era, such that now the five regions only revere Spiritual Cultivation?"

The crowd was stunned, somewhat thoughtful.

"Is it really so?"

Bazhun’an shouted again.

Only then did everyone start to ponder the advantages and disadvantages.

But how could such a matter have an answer easily discovered by ordinary people?

The many gazes from the five regions once again fixed on the Eighth Sword Immortal who started speaking wildly, awaiting his accurate response.

"I don’t know either..."

Bazhun’an’s aura deflated, his voice softened, and the five regions suddenly quieted.

Hua Changdeng could take no more:

"Bazhun’an, you’re drunk."

The discussion ended here, and he couldn’t be bothered with a drunkard, reaching out to grab the Ghost Hunter.

The intention behind the drunkenness was not in the wine.

Bazhun’an struck swiftly, unexpectedly slapping the stone table with one palm.

With a booming sound, the stone table crumbled apart, and the bronze lamp and Ghost Hunter placed on the table flew high up, one to the left, one to the right.

"Is it about to begin?"

The people from the five regions eagerly anticipated.

Hua Changdeng’s expression changed, rising, arms outstretched, intending to recapture the bronze lamp and Ghost Hunter.

Bazhun’an closed in, simultaneously pointing with two fingers, directing them at Hua Changdeng’s forehead.

"10 Sections of the Finger Sword!"

A Spiritual Cultivator around Spirit Lake exclaimed.

This was clearly not an ordinary 10 Sections of the Finger Sword; in that instant, even Hua Changdeng seemed to see Bazhun’an’s so-called "Sword Me" from the fantasy realm of All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

He swiftly drew back his sleeves, forming a seal in front of his chest, nearly summoning the Hundred Ghosts Altar.

"Hic..."

Bazhun’an merely burped drunkenly.

A finger stopped softly in mid-air, not even counting as a 10 Sections of the Finger Sword, let alone Bazhun’an’s 10 Sections of the Finger Sword.

The bronze lamp and Ghost Hunter fell from the sky.

He grabbed them from both sides, making Hua Changdeng’s pupils contract, almost ready to fight.

Bazhun’an merely lifted the bronze lamp, unharmed, scrutinizing it with his eyes.

Then he looked towards the Ghost Hunter, raising it high, bringing it before Hua Changdeng, as if intending to return it.

"I have a method that can open the profound with the sword, verifying whether the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, passed down until now, is right or wrong, even before you."

Bazhun’an looked on, his eyes slightly closed, as if dreaming or awake:

"Brother Hua, would you like to see?"