I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4087: Chapter 1936: The Chess Player_2

The present time is different from the past.

Xu Xiaoshou is no longer the naive ant he was when first seen in the small town. He now lives up to the title of ’Lord Shou’ and has the ability to contend with the various ancestors.

With Bazhun’an gone, "Lord Shou" has become the sole leader under the banner of the Saint Servant.

How much he can achieve, whether he has already uncovered the secrets of the Medicine Ancestor, Kui Leihan has no idea.

But Kui Leihan knows his own situation.

Even though he has sealed the ancestor, he is unaware of the Medicine Ancestor’s layout, unaware of the Demon Medicine’s schemes, can’t return to zero, can’t transcend the chessboard and make a move with a sword.

In simpler terms, just the strongest piece on the board, forced to play the reckless role.

This is a limitation, but also a strength.

If you abandon the long for the short, relying solely on yourself to vie with the Demon Medicine will give the newcomer a bloody lesson in why ’ginger gets spicier with age’!

"Master Cao, it’s no longer useful, the scythe of the God of Death has been swapped." That voice sighed.

Kui Leihan’s eyes showed something different.

The first point of old ginger being spicier showed itself clearly.

Even though the scythe of the God of Death was never out of his sight from the beginning, he couldn’t see how, or when it was swapped.

"Boom!"

With a grasp, the black scythe in his hand exploded into dust, splattering only a rich floral scent, and that’s all.

Kui Leihan brushed aside the cloak behind him, turning to look at the northern sky, not seeing Kong Yuhen, but the Time Realm Rift still struggling to hold.

However, with the aid of the Third Ancestor’s sacrifice, the golden scar has become unstable, quivering at times, with aura fading, showing signs of imminent collapse.

Fusang City was empty, and Kui Leihan whispered softly:

"I walk a new path, apparently nowhere near the Ancestral Divine Transformation, Ancestral God Fate Chart, let alone two facets merging into one."

"I can discern myself, still with a few possibilities..."

"However, my own path isn’t entirely the Path of Thought, only touching upon its surface, wouldn’t major in it as it is time-consuming and laborious."

"I have other methods to discern myself."

With a pause, his gaze returned to Fusang City.

The charred, dilapidated city, filled with rolling dust smoke, blurred the dusky sky.

From deep underground, from the void, life energy continues to gather, surging in, making the Medicine Ancestor like a centipede, dead but unyielding, coming over again.

"Is it the ’mask’?" A voice sounded by his ear.

"Hmm."

Kui Leihan did not explain much, as his thoughts sank, electricity snaked beneath his feet, as if he had detached from his own form.

One thought is me.

One thought is no self.

In an instant, the God Punishment Tribulation blurred into nothingness, climbing onto the life energy emerging from underground, also climbing onto the Life Path Principles in the void.

It seemed, through this, he wanted to trace back where the Medicine Ancestor’s hidden hand was still lurking.

But after attaching to these void bodies, the marked sight, the greater world, everywhere was filled with life and the Medicine Ancestor.

Cycles rotating numerous times, frequently flashing mistakes, making it impossible to pinpoint where the Medicine Ancestor strikes from the shadows.

This made Kui Leihan’s brows furrow tighter, having no better method than this.

He kept the fruitless search operation, while watching the city resurrecting from deathly silence, without hindrance.

Of course, his mouth didn’t stop, still murmuring softly:

"I don’t walk the return-to-zero path, thus will not become like Bazhun’an in Feathered Heaven Realm, able to remain here."

"Regarding trickery, regarding layout, I am inferior to the Third Ancestor, but in terms of frontal combat strength, Demon, United, state at peak, might block God Punishment Tribulation."

"However, without Ancestral God Fate Chart assurance, I can feel the strength silently fading away."

"Though I wouldn’t end up like Bazhun’an who could only make two or three moves, the number of shots is limited, if possible, it’s best to target those three main bodies."

"Just worry that those rats who are used to hiding wouldn’t come out, to confront me head-on in a life-and-death struggle."

"This is essentially ’me’. "

All came out!

Xu Xiaoshou truly didn’t expect Kui Leihan to confide so clearly after sealing the ancestor, with no airs at all.

To speak to this extent, how much does he trust himself?

No...

It’s not about trusting me.

They only met a few times, how could anyone show such honesty to a stranger?

This guy, essentially giving face to Bazhun’an!

Old Eight, your face is bigger than a millstone... Xu Xiaoshou felt he held a terrifying piece, unmoving as a mountain, moving like a thunderclap.

And up till this point, Kui Leihan seemed to have revealed little, intentionally hiding skills?

"Hahaha!"

"Ancestor of Thought, is this all you’ve got?"

The mist rose again over Fusang City, vaguely congealing the shape of an old man once more.

Died.

But not thoroughly dead.

Medicine Ancestor abandoned the previous body and once again, with the path of life, condensed the next body, standing high at the Southern Zone gate, holding the black scythe of the God of Death, grinning askew:

"You want this?"

Crack!

Before the purple lightning could trace back, his body exploded apart, shattered into a mist.

The scythe of the God of Death followed, shattered and merged into the mist.

Then the Medicine Ancestor’s third body emerged again, already distancing from Fusang City’s territory of lightning snakes, venturing into a distant desolate forest, picking up the scythe and waving it provocatively:

"You can’t get it anymore."

Provocation!

Strong provocation!

The Spiritual Cultivators, outside, dared not approach, feeling the war flames were spreading out, even from observing through Zhang Xing, they felt they might be involved.

Even Kui Leihan, at this moment, indeed felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He clenched his fist, bones crackling, but did not immediately chase after, lowering his voice, still murmuring:

"You are Sleeveless’s disciple, if I’m not mistaken?"