I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Teleport!”

The grey mist figure’s face would have turned green if he had one.

As early as when the Fengdu Sword hurried to the rescue, he had been aware that Teleport was paying attention to the battlefield here.

But what use was that?

What use was there in just showing his head and hiding his tail?

After losing the assistance of the Four Divine Pillars on Abyss Island, that kid couldn’t even deal with Senior Rao Yaoyao, let alone a little girl like Beibei. He needed to take action himself.

That strike just now was already his limit; where did he dare to have his true body come and intervene in the real battlefield between a demi-saint and the successor of the Holy Emperor!

Who would have thought that, just when he was at his most embarrassed, when even Mo Mo had almost given up on him…

He made a hero’s entrance to save the day!

Feng Yujin glanced sideways at Mo Mo.

Her eyes were previously dim with despair, and one didn’t need to see to imagine it.

At that moment, albeit being her naturally reserved self, Mo Mo’s eyes shined with shallow smiles and her face bloomed with surprise as she looked at the youth standing atop the coffin.

She had never looked at herself with such admiration…

Feng Yujin’s head spun as if a big stew pot kicked over by a brat at boiling point, with meat paste, sauce, and vegetables flying out in all directions.

Yes, his emotions were just that chaotic.

He couldn’t express with words the extremely complex mixture of thoughts and feelings he had towards that yellow… black-haired brat, as he yelled out in a frustrated breakdown:

“Teleport, what do you come here for?”

Teleport lightly flicked his sword, and Hidden Bitter began to buzz and wriggle like a maggot. Under the watchful eyes of the Holy Emperor and the demi-saint, it shamelessly twisted its enchanting body, making its owner’s voice sound so high-minded and pure:

“To save you.”

Save…

Save what? Me?

The form of Feng Yujin, shrouded in grey mist, exploded in anger the moment he heard this, and then Mo Mo’s voice rang out, mocking herself:

“You save me? Haha, does the Holy Emperor need your rescue?”

“Teleport, what joke are you making? Do you truly see the current situation clearly? It’s the Holy Emperor who has the upper hand; it’s the Holy Emperor who chooses to…”

“Feng Yujin, you are so annoying,” Mo Mo said with a look of disgust.

“Huh?”

Everything came to an abrupt halt.

The black-clad youth atop the coffin ran his fingers over Hidden Bitter in an attempt to straighten out the embarrassing thing, and after failing to do so, looked at the sword and sighed:

“It’s okay to deceive our brothers once in a while, but don’t get yourself fooled into it… you really are weak, honestly.”

Hidden Bitter stiffened, then suddenly snapped straight, the sword body quivering intensely.

Mo Mo was caught off guard and then chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand.

Feng Yujin was furious, yelling:

“Teleport, so you’re the only one tough, huh?”

“From the beginning, the Holy Emperor has protected you all the way, but everyone is weak, and among those around us, only you are the toughest, with the toughest mouth!”

“But what’s the use of having a tough mouth? This is the power of the evil god, this is the successor of the Holy Emperor. One has the family name Hua, and the other Yue. What can you do? What can you achieve?”

“Even when dealing with a young girl, you…”

“Shut your mouth,” Mo Mo interjected.

“Oh.”

Ah? What’s wrong with dealing with a young girl… With keen interest, Yue Gongli watched this internal strife among the Saint Servants, her eyes ablaze with flames.

Go on, go on!

What stories do you have? Let them all out!

The young girl… What did Teleport do to a young girl, or is it that he could do nothing… Oh? Oh?

And, how could this Holy Emperor be controlled by his host and give such unfettered orders… Is this a new research of Bei Huai?

Yue Gongli stroked her chin, her eyes growing increasingly bright.

“There are secrets!” Meanwhile, the number of onlookers around the Arena was growing, chattering and buzzing as they focused on Mo Mo and Teleport, their whispers bouncing between the words “Holy Emperor,” “ghost beast,” and “Lord Shou.”

They couldn’t help it; by this time, the rumors of “Ruins being sealed, all people will perish” were rife.

Faced with uncertain prospects for the morning, given a choice between life and death and curiosity, everyone unanimously chose to finish enjoying the spectacle before dying.

It seemed to be an instinctive reaction.

But as soon as Teleport opened his mouth, he suppressed the tumultuous scene that was eagerly hot:

“How do you know that the toughest part of me is just my mouth, and nothing else?”

Teleport, of course, knew what image Feng Yujin had of him, which was stuck at the moment just before their separation in the Four Symbols Secret Realm.

His attempt to use such comments for his own benefit now seemed utterly clumsy and could not stir even a ripple of emotion in himself.

Teleport could only help but repeat with a laugh:

“And how do you know that I am alone right now?”

Ah, yes, yes, yes, one person produces thousands and thousands of children. With that mouth of yours, conjuring ten thousand people in an instant is possible, but to what use? Can it turn the tides and gain favors in front of the Holy Emperor’s successor?

It was then that Feng Yujin didn’t want to twist Mo Mo’s face to look askew at the sky.

But he was truly itching to sneer, “How could an ignoramus know the depth of the ocean, or a lowly bug understand the springs and autumns? How could a frog in a well fathom the calamity hidden behind the four words, ‘successor of the Holy Emperor’!”

But before he could speak…

The black-clothed youth, standing atop the coffin with everyone’s eyes on him, slowly raised his hand. As his sleeve fell down, his distinct knuckles gleamed with a misty light, and he softly snapped his fingers.

“Snap.”

That sound rang crisply in everyone’s hearts.

Buzz!

In the next instant, droplets of rain began to fall, and the dazzling Power Upanishad Formation descended from the sky.

There was no denying that the Water Ghost, who had become the Chief Elder of the First Pavilion in the Sky, now possessed a conscious and demeanor truly fitting for a Chief Elder.

And as the former Great Demon King of the Spirit Division, known even before the Ten High Nobles, the Water Ghost knew all too well how to make a spectacular entrance and set the mood.

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