I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Yue Gongli opened his mouth and tasted the bitterness of snot running onto his tongue and into his heart, completely powerless.

So, childhood friends really can’t compete with a gift from the heavens?

So, Xu Xiaoshou just used these words to buy you over, to dig you out to Saint Servant, or to that crap he calls First Pavilion in the Sky?

“I don’t believe it!”

Yue Gongli broke two fingers, covering his collapsing palm, and cried out loudly, “Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, I don’t believe what Xu Xiaoshou says. You must have some dirt on you that fell into his hands. Tell me, tell me personally, give me an absolute reason, and I’ll avenge you, as long as you come back, wuwuwu.”

Why does it feel a bit like the groveling of a loyal dog… Xu Xiaoshou gave Dao Qiongcang a weird look and moved a little away from this man.

Could it be that their relationship is quite messy?

“If I have to give a reason…” Dao Qiongcang calmly started, “Yue Gongli, Xu Xiaoshou and I are already friends. I have paid the friendship fee.”

Clang!

“Why, why…”

The messy thoughts in his head, mixed with tears and snot, gushed out all at once, but in the end, all the confusing questions boiled down to one:

What on earth is a friendship fee?

…

So is this what joy feels like when snatching the love of others… Xu Xiaoshou felt that the abnormal joy built on other people’s pain was a bit too pleasant.

He soon realized that such a mentality was also somewhat sick, and rubbed his nose, asking:

“Has he always been like this?”

Yue Gongli seemed a bit too absorbed in the act; surely his Swallow the Mountains and Rivers aura wasn’t meant to be so ostentatious.

“Like what?” Dao Qiongcang tilted his head and asked.

“A bit…” Xu Xiaoshou wrinkled his brow, indicating it was difficult to say, continuing to rub his nose.

Not far away, Yue Gongli was still crying miserably, as if Bei Huai had arrived, making it impossible to lift his head.

Elder Sang gave a side glance and frowned.

What was Xu Xiaoshou doing, his nose rubbed red, swollen, and was there a deeper meaning to this gesture?

He opened his mouth, about to ask, but quickly held back.

No, such an obvious trap; if he fell in and couldn’t get out, it would be bad; this kid is known to attack without distinction between friend and foe.

Dao Qiongcang also noticed this abrupt change.

He did not think much and bluntly said, “Xu Xiaoshou, why is your nose red?”

“Ah, is it?”

Xu Xiaoshou was startled for a moment and put down his hand.

Everyone looked up, including Feng Yujin who had returned and the still crying Yue Gongli.

They saw the young man in black by the Godhood-Sealing Coffin with a swollen red nose, sitting conspicuously on that handsome face.

But the view quickly blurred, seemingly an illusion.

Lord Shou was still Lord Shou, standing there gallantly extraordinary, smiling sideways with the same insufferable smirk, and he chuckled at everyone:

“Where do I have a red nose?”

“It’s the clown who has a red nose, not me, Xu Xiaoshou.”

Sizzle!

Once these words came out, Elder Sang gasped, his face showing relief as if he had barely survived a calamity.

Huh?

Not far away, Feng Yujin froze on the spot, suddenly fuming from all seven orifices, enraged beyond measure.

Yes, I never expected Xu Xiaoshou to sway Hallmaster Dao over to his side, but was that necessary?

After all, we’re in the same camp; are you mocking me too?

“Huh?”

Tears streaming down his face, Yue Gongli let out another rooster-like burp and swallowed a mouthful of snot by accident. Realizing what happened, he suddenly exploded.

Clown?

Who’s the clown?

So you steal my friend and then top it off with cold mockery, and now these veiled insinuations!

Back in the embryonic form of Di Ying Holy Plant Divine Court, didn’t we fight shoulder to shoulder as allies? Now you’re betraying me and adding insult to injury, isn’t that too much?

They say to always leave room for reconciliation, but you… you’re not even acting human anymore—you’re a real dog!

“Xu Xiaoshou, I’ve had enough of you!”

Yue Gongli could no longer contain himself, wiped his snot, and pulled out an axe taller than a man from behind his back. He lunged forward as if driven to desperation, and with a swooping chop:

“You’re the clown!”

“Your whole family are clowns!”

Swish, swish…

Sangshui Cenbai and the others, reacting instantly, turned to face the confrontation.

“Step back,”

Xu Xiaoshou commanded in a solemn voice inside their heads, while his taunting jeer could also be heard beside their ears:

“Yo, so you’re breaking down already?”

“I didn’t say who the clown was, after all, whoever is in a hurry is the clown.”

Sizzle, and with that, the space behind where Yue Gongli was leaping with his axe suddenly exploded with devilish energy.

The pure black devilish energy was dazzlingly illuminated, morphing into an extremely evil demon head with glaring fangs and fierce eyes, pushing his speed to surge even higher.

“Die!”

Cen Qiaofu, about to step back as ordered, identified the axe and suddenly shouted with horror:

“Demon-splitting Axe!”

The Demon-splitting Axe?

One of the Great Psionic Weapons?

Yue Gongli got his hands on it? Was it in that Fate Temple’s banner?

Xu Xiaoshou, who was still thinking about provoking and teaming up with Hallmaster Dao to take down that Moon Fox, lost all desire to confront the moment he heard the shout. Silently reciting the Vanishing Technique to himself and changing the hand seals, he also shouted out:

“Divine Thirty-Six Form, Great Replacement Technique!”

…

Run!

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s brain functioned at an extremely exaggerated speed and his knowledge of weapons was extensive.

He nearly recognized the source of the Demon-splitting Axe and calculated Yue Gongli’s good fortune in the instant the axe appeared.

The trouble was caused by Xu Xiaoshou.

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